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CHAPTER XXIII
THE morning broke clear, with all the pure tints of a
fine opal radiating in the cloudless sky. Never had
I beheld such a fair scene as the woods and gardens of
Willowsmere when I looked upon them that day illumined by
the unclouded sunlight of a spring half-melting into summer.
My heart swelled with pride as I surveyed the beautiful
domain I now owned, and thought how happy a home it
would make when Sibyl, matchless in her loveliness, shared
with me its charm and luxury.
"Yes," I said half-aloud "Say what philosophers will,
the possession of money does insure satisfaction and power.
It is all very well to talk about fame, but what is fame worth,
if, like Carlyle, one is too poor to enjoy it! Besides, literature no longer holds its former high prestige, there are too
many in the field, too many newspaper-scribblers, all believing they are geniuses, too many ill-educated lady-paragraphists and ' new ' women, who think they are as gifted as
Georges Sand or Mavis Clare. With Sibyl and Willowsmere,
I ought to be able to resign the idea of fame literary fame
with a good grace."
I knew I reasoned falsely with myself, I knew that my
hankering for a place among the truly great of the world, was
as strong as ever, I knew I craved for the intellectual distinction, force, and pride which make the Thinker a terror and
a power in the land, and which so sever a great poet or great
romancist from the commoner throng that even kings are glad to do him or her honour, but I would not allow my thoughts
to dwell on this rapidly vanishing point of unattainable desire.
I settled my mind to enjoy the luscious flavour of the immediate present, as a bee settles in the cup of honey-flowers,
and, leaving my bedroom, I went downstairs to breakfast
with Lucio in the best and gayest of humours.
" Not a cloud on the day! " he said, meeting me with a
smile, as I entered the bright morning-room, whose windows
opened on the lawn " The fete will be a brilliant success,
Geoffrey."
" Thanks to you! " I answered " Personally I am quite in
the dark as to your plans, but I believe you can do nothing
that is not well done."
" You honour me! " he said with a light laugh " You
credit me then with better qualities than the Creator! For
what He does, in the opinion of the present generation, is
exceedingly ill done! Men have taken to grumbling at Him
instead of praising Him, and few have any patience with or
liking for His laws."
I laughed. " Well, you must admit those laws are very
arbitrary! "
" They are. I entirely acknowledge the fact! "
We sat down to table, and were waited upon by admirably-
trained servants who apparently had no idea of anything else
but attendance on our needs. There was no trace of bustle
or excitement in the household, no sign whatever to denote
that a great entertainment was about to take place that day.
It was not until the close of our meal that I asked Lucio
what time the musicians would arrive. He glanced at his
watch.
" About noon I should say," he replied " Perhaps
before. But whatever their hour, they will all be in their
places at the proper moment, depend upon it. The people
I employ both musicians and ' artistes ' know their business thoroughly, and are aware that I stand no nonsense."
A rather sinister smile played round his mouth as he regarded
me. " None of your guests can arrive here till one o'clock, as that is about the time the special train will bring the
first batch of them from London, and the first 'dejeuner'
will be served in the gardens at two. If you want to amuse
yourself there's a Maypole being put up on the large lawn,
you'd better go and look at it."
" A Maypole! " I exclaimed " Now that's a good
idea! "
" It used to be a good idea," he answered " When
English lads and lasses had youth, innocence, health and
fun in their composition, a dance round the Maypole hand
in hand, did them good and did nobody harm. But now
there are no lads and lasses, enervated old men and women
in their teens walk the world wearily, speculating on the uses
of life, probing vice, and sneering down sentiment, and
such innocent diversions as the Maypole no longer appeal
to our jaded youth. So we have to get ' professionals ' to
execute the May-revels, of course the dancing is better
done by properly trained legs ; but it means nothing, and
is nothing, except a pretty spectacle."
" And are the dancers here? " I asked, rising and going
towards the window in some curiosity.
" No, not yet. But the May-pole is ; fully decorated.
It faces the woods at the back of the house, go and see if
you like it."
I followed his suggestion, and going in the direction indicated, I soon perceived the gaily-decked object which used
to be the welcome signal of many a village holiday in Shakespeare's old-world England. The pole was already set up and
fixed in a deep socket in the ground, and a dozen or more
men were at work, unbinding its numerous trails of blossom
and garlands of green, tied with long streamers of vari-coloured ribbon. It had a picturesque effect in the centre
of the wide lawn bordered with grand old trees, and
approaching one of the men, I said something to him by
way of approval and admiration. He glanced at me furtively
and unsmilingly, but said nothing, and I concluded from his
dark and foreign cast of features, that he did not understand the English language. I noted, with some wonder and slight
vexation that all the workmen were of this same alien and
sinister type of countenance, very much after the unattractive
models of Amiel and the two grooms who had my racer
' Phosphor ' in charge. But I remembered what Lucio had
told me, namely, that all the designs for the fete were
carried out by foreign experts and artists, and after some
puzzled consideration, I let the matter pass from my
mind.
The morning hours flew swiftly by, and I had little time to
examine all the festal preparations with which the gardens
abounded, so that I was almost as ignorant of what was in
store for the amusement of my guests as the guests themselves.
I had the curiosity to wait about and watch for the coming of
the musicians and dancers, but I might as well have spared
myself this waste of time and trouble, for I never saw them
arrive at all. At one o'clock, both Lucio and I were ready
to receive our company, and at about twenty minutes past
the hour, the first instalment of ' swagger society ' was emptied
into the grounds. Sibyl and her father were among these,
and I eagerly advanced to meet and greet my bride-elect as
she alighted from the carriage that had brought her from the
station. She looked supremely beautiful that day, and was,
as she deserved to be, the cynosure of all eyes. I kissed her
little gloved hand with a deeper reverence than I would have
kissed the hand ot a queen.
" Welcome back to your old home, my Sibyl! " I said to
her in a low voice tenderly, at which words she paused, looking
up at the red gables of the house with such wistful affection as
filled her eyes with something like tears. She left her hand in
mine, and allowed me to lead her towards the silken-draped,
flower-decked porch, where Lucio waited, smiling, and as
she advanced, two tiny pages in pure white and silver glided
suddenly out of some unseen hiding-place, and emptied two
baskets of pink and white rose-leaves at her feet, thus
strewing a fragrant pathway for her into the house. They
vanished as completely and swiftly as they had appeared, some of the guests uttered murmurs of admiration,
while Sibyl gazed about her, blushing with surprise and
pleasure.
" How charming of you, Geoffrey! " she said, " What a
poet you are to devise so pretty a greeting! "
" I wish I deserved your praise! " I answered, smiling at
her " But the poet in question is Prince Rimanez, he is
the master and ruler of to-day's revels."
Again the rich colour flushed her cheeks, and she gave
Lucio her hand. He bowed over it in courtly fashion, but
did not kiss it as he had kissed the hand of Mavis Clare. We
passed into the house, through the drawing-room, and out
again into the gardens, Lord Elton being loud in his praise of
the artistic manner in which his former dwelling had been
improved and embellished. Soon the lawn was sprinkled
with gaily attired groups of people, and my duties as host
began in hard earnest. I had to be greeted, complimented,
flattered, and congratulated on my approaching marriage by
scores of hypocrites who nearly shook my hand off in their
enthusiasm for my wealth. Had I become suddenly poor, I
thought grimly, not one of them would have lent me a
sovereign! The guests kept on arriving in shoals, and when
there were about three or four hundred assembled, a burst of
exquisite music sounded, and a procession of pages in scarlet
and gold, marching two by two appeared, carrying trays full
of the rarest flowers tied up in bouquets, which they offered
to all the ladies present. Exclamations of delight arose on
every side, exclamations which were for the most part high-
pitched and noisy, for the ' swagger set ' have long ceased to
cultivate softness of voice or refinement of accent, and once
or twice the detestable slang word, ' ripping ' escaped from the
lips of a few dashing dames, reputed to be ' leaders ' of style.
Repose of manner, dignity and elegance of deportment, however, are no longer to be discovered among the present
' racing ' duchesses and gambling countesses of the bluest blue
blood of England, so one does not expect these graces of
distinction from them. The louder they can talk, and the more slang they can adopt from the language of their grooms
and stable-boys, the more are they judged to be ' in the swim'
and 'up to date.' I speak, of course, of the modern scions
of aristocracy. There are a few truly ' great ladies ' left, whose
maxim is still ' noblesse oblige] but they are quite in the
minority and by the younger generation are voted either ' old
cats' or 'bores.' Many of the 'cultured' mob that now
swarmed over my grounds had come out of the sheerest
vulgar curiosity to see what ' the man with five millions ' could
do in the way of entertaining, others were anxious to get
news, if possible, of the chances of ' Phosphor ' winning the
Derby, concerning which I was discreetly silent. But the
bulk of the crowd wandered aimlessly about, staring impertinently or enviously at each other, and scarcely looking at
the natural loveliness of the gardens or the woodland scenery
around them. The brainlessness of modern society is never
so flagrantly manifested as at a garden-party, where the restless trousered and petticoated bipeds move vaguely to and
fro, scarcely stopping to talk civilly or intelligently to one
another for five minutes, most of them hovering dubiously and
awkwardly between the refreshment-pavilion and the band-
stand. In my domain they were deprived of this latter
harbour of refuge, for no musicians could be seen, though
music was heard, beautiful wild music which came first from
one part of the grounds and then from another, and to which
few listened with any attention. All were, however, happily
unanimous in their enthusiastic appreciation of the excellence
of the food provided for them in the luxurious luncheon tents
of which there were twenty in number. Men ate as if they
had never eaten in their lives before, and drank the choice
and exquisite wines with equal greed and gusto. One never
entirely realises the extent to which human gourmandism can
go till one knows a few peers, bishops and cabinet-ministers,
and watches those dignitaries feed ad libitum. Soon the
company was so complete that there was no longer any need
for me to perform the fatiguing duty of ' receiving ' ; and I
therefore took Sibyl in to luncheon, determining to devote myself to her for the rest of the day. She was in one of her
brightest and most captivating moods, her laughter rang out
as sweetly joyous as that of some happy child, she was even
kind to Diana Chesney, who was also one of my guests, and
who was plainly enjoying herself with all the verve peculiar
to pretty American women, who consider flirtation as much of
a game as tennis. The scene was now one of great brilliancy,
the light costumes of the women contrasting well with the
scarlet and gold liveries of the seemingly innumerable servants
that were now everywhere in active attendance. And, constantly through the fluttering festive crowd, from tent to tent,
from table, to table and group to group, Lucio moved, his tall
stately figure and handsome face always conspicuous wherever
he stood, his rich voice thrilling the air whenever he spoke.
His influence was irresistible, and gradually dominated the
whole assemblage, he roused the dull, inspired the witty,
encouraged the timid, and brought all the conflicting elements
of rival position, character and opinion into one uniform
whole, which was unconsciously led by his will as easily as a
multitude is led by a convincing orator. I did not know it
then, but I know now, that metaphorically speaking, he had
his foot on the neck of that ' society ' mob, as though it were
one prostrate man ; that the sycophants, liars and hypocrites
whose utmost idea of good is wealth and luxurious living,
bent to his secret power as reeds bend to the wind, and that
he did with them all whatsoever he chose, as he does to this
very day! God! if the grinning, guzzling sensual fools had
only known what horrors were about them at the feast!
what ghastly ministers to pleasurable appetite waited obediently upon them! what pallid terrors lurked behind the
gorgeous show of vanity and pride! But the veil was mercifully down, and only to me has it since been lifted!
Luncheon over, the singing of mirthful voices, tuned to a
kind of village roundelay, attracted the company, now fed to
repletion, towards the lawn at the back of the house, and cries
of delight were raised as the Maypole came into view, I myself
joining in the universal applause, for I had not expected to see anything half so picturesque and pretty. The pole was
surrounded by a double ring of small children, children so
beautiful in face and dainty in form, that they might very well
have been taken for little fairies from some enchanted woodland. The boys were clad as tiny foresters, in doublets of
green, with pink caps on their curly locks, the girls were in
white, with their hair flowing loosely over their shoulders, and
wreaths of May-blossom crowning their brows. As soon as
the guests appeared on the scene, these exquisite little creatures
commenced their dance, each one taking a trail of blossom or
a ribbon pendant from the May-pole, and weaving it with the
others into no end of beautiful and fantastic designs. I looked
on, as amazed and fascinated as anyone present, at the wonderful lightness and ease with which these children tripped
and ran ; their tiny twinkling feet seemed scarcely to touch
the turf, their faces were so lovely, their eyes so bright,
that it was a positive enchantment to watch them. Each
figure they executed was more intricate and effective than the
last, and the plaudits of the spectators grew more and more
enthusiastic, till presently came the finale, in which all the
little green foresters climbed up the pole and clung there,
pelting the white-robed maidens below with cowslip-balls,
knots of roses, bunches of violets, posies of buttercups, daisies
and clover, which the girl-children in their turn laughingly
threw among the admiring guests. The air grew thick with
flowers, and heavy with perfume, and resounded with song
and laughter ; and Sibyl, standing at my side, clapped her
hands in an ecstasy.
" Oh, it is lovely lovely! " she cried " Is this the prince's
idea? " Then as I answered in the affirmative, she added,
" Where, I wonder, did he find such exquisitely pretty little
children!"
As she spoke, Lucio himself advanced a step or two in front
of the other spectators and made a slight peremptory sign.
The fairy-like foresters and maidens, with extraordinary
activity, all sprang away from the May-pole, pulling down
the garlands with them, and winding the flowers and ribbons about themselves so that they looked as if they were all tied
together in one inextricable knot, this done, they started off
at a rapid run, presenting the appearance of a rolling ball of
blossom, merry pipe-music accompanying their footsteps, till
they had entirely disappeared among the trees.
" Oh do call them back again! " entreated Sibyl, laying her
hand coaxingly on Lucio's arm, " I should so like to speak
to two or three of the prettiest! "
He looked down at her with an enigmatical smile.
" You would do them too much honour, Lady Sibyl," he
replied " They are not accustomed to such condescension
from great ladies and would not appreciate it. They are
paid professionals, and, like many of their class, only become
insolent when praised."
At that moment Diana Chesney came running across the
lawn, breathless.
" I can't see them anywhere! " she declared pantingly
" The dear little darlings! I ran after them as fast as I could ;
I wanted to kiss one of those perfectly scrumptious boys, but
they're gone! not a trace of them left! It's just as if they
had sunk into the ground! "
Again Lucio smiled.
" They have their orders, " he said curtly " And they
know their place."
Just then, the sun was obscured by a passing black cloud,
and a peal of thunder rumbled over-head. Looks were turned
to the sky, but it was quite bright and placid save for that one
floating shadow of storm.
" Only summer thunder," said one of the guests " There
will be no rain."
And the crowd that had been pressed together to watch the
' Maypole dance ' began to break up in groups, and speculate
as to what diversion might next be provided for them. I,
watching my opportunity, drew Sibyl away.
" Come down by the river;" I whispered " I must have
you to myself for a few minutes." She yielded to my suggestion, and we walked away from the mob of our
acquaintance, and entered a grove of trees leading to the banks of
that part of the Avon which flowed through my grounds.
Here we found ourselves quite alone, and putting my arm
round my betrothed, I kissed her tenderly.
"Tell me," I said with a half-smile " Do you know how to
love yet? "
She looked up with a passionate darkness in her eyes that
startled me.
" Yes, I know! " was her unexpected answer.
'' You do! " and I stopped to gaze intently into her fair
face " And how did you learn? "
She flushed red, then grew pale, and clung to me with a
nervous, almost feverish force.
" Very strangely! " she replied " And quite suddenly!
The lesson was easy, I found ; too easy! Geoffrey," she
paused, and fixed her eyes full on mine " I will tell you how
I learnt it, ... but not now, . . . some other day." Here
she broke off, and began to laugh rather forcedly. "I will tell you . . . when we are married." She glanced anxiously
about her, then, with a sudden abandonment of her usual
reserve and pride, threw herself into my arms and kissed my lips with such ardour as made my senses reel.
" Sibyl Sibyl! " I murmured, holding her close to my
heart " Oh my darling, you love me! at last you love me!"
" Hush! hush! " she said breathlessly " You must forget that kiss, it was too bold of me it was wrong I did
not mean it, ... I, ... I was thinking of something else.
Geoffrey! " and her small hand clenched on mine with a
sort of eager fierceness " I wish I had never learned to
love ; I was happier before I knew! "
A frown knitted her brows.
" Now " she went on in the same breathless hurried way
I want love! I am starving, thirsting for it! I want to be
drowned in it, lost in it, killed by it! Nothing else will
content me! "
I folded her still closer in my arms. " Did I not say you would change, Sibyl? " I whispered
" Your coldness and insensibility to love was unnatural and
could not last, my darling, I always knew that! "
" You always knew! " she echoed a little disdainfully
"Ah, but you do not know even now what has chanced to
me. Nor shall I tell you yet. Oh Geoffrey! " Here she
drew herself out of my embrace, and stooping, gathered some
bluebells in the grass " See these little flowers growing so
purely and peacefully in the shade by the Avon! they
remind me of what I was, here in this very place, long 'ago
I was quite as happy, and I think as innocent as these blossoms; I had no thought of evil in my nature, and the
only love I dreamed of was the love of the fairy prince for
the fairy princess, as harmless an idea as the loves of the
flowers themselves. Yes! I was then all I should like to
be now, all that I am not! "
" You are everything that is beautiful and sweet! " I told
her, admiringly, as I watched the play of retrospective and
tender expression on her perfect face.
" So you judge, being a man who is perfectly satisfied
with his own choice of a wife! " she said with a flash of her
old cynicism " But I know myself better than you know
me. You call me beautiful and sweet, but you cannot
call me good! I am not good. Why, the very love that
now consumes me is "
" What? " I asked her quickly, seizing her hands with the
blue-bells in them, and gazing searchingly into her eyes '? I
know before you speak, that it is the passion and tenderness
of a true woman! "
She was silent for a moment. Then she smiled, with a
bewitching languor.
" If you know, then I need not tell you " she said " So,
do not let us stay here any longer talking nonsense; 'society'
will shake its head over us and accuse us of ' bad form,' and
some lady-paragraphist will write lo the papers, and. say
' Mr Tempest's conduct as a host left much to be desired,
as he and his bride-elect were " spooning " all the day.' " " There are no lady-paragraphists here," I said laughing,
and encircling her dainty waist with one arm as I walked.
" Oh,
are there not, though! " she exclaimed, laughing
also, " Why, you don't suppose you can give any sort of
big entertainment without them do you? They permeate
society. Old Lady Maravale, for example, who is rather
reduced in circumstances, writes a guinea's worth of scandal
a week for one of the papers. And she is here, I saw her
simply gorging herself with chicken salad and truffles an
hour ago '! " Here pausing, and resting against my arm,
she peered through the trees. " There are the chimneys
of Lily Cottage where the famous Mavis Clare lives," she
said.
" Yes, I know," I replied readily " Rimanez and I have
visited her. She is away just now, or she would have been
here to-day."
" Do you like her? " Sibyl queried.
" Very much. She is charming."
"And . . . the prince . . . does he like her?"
" Well, upon my word," I answered with a smile "I think
he likes her more than he does most women! He showed
the most extraordinary deference towards her, and seemed
almost abashed in her presence. Are you cold, Sibyl?" I
added hastily, for she shivered suddenly and her face grew
pale " You had better come away from the river, it is damp
under these trees."
" Yes, let us go back to the gardens and the sunshine ; "
she answered dreamily "So your eccentric friend, the woman-hater, finds something to admire in Mavis Clare!
She must be a very happy creature I think, perfectly
free, famous, and believing in all good things of life and
humanity, if one may judge from her books."
" Well, taken altogether, life isn't so very bad! " I observed
playfully.
She made no reply, and we returned to the lawns where
afternoon tea was now being served to the guests, who were
seated in brilliant scattered groups under the trees or within the silken pavilions, while the sweetest music,
- and the
strangest, if people had only had ears to hear it, - both vocal
and instrumental, was being performed by those invisible
players and singers whose secret whereabouts was unknown
to all, save Lucio.