Isabel Clarendon, Vol. I (of II). George Gissing

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      After several side glances at her silent companions, she presently came to a pause before Mrs. Clarendon’s chair, and, still holding the leaf between her lips, asked, rather plaintively:

      “Why shouldn’t I, Mrs. Clarendon?”

      Isabel looked up with suave smiling features, and met the girl’s eyes in silence for a moment.

      “My dear Rhoda,” she said then, “why should you?”

      “No,” urged the girl, “I think all the reasons are needed on the other side. I must do something, and this is what I think I’m suited for. Why shouldn’t I?”

      “For one thing, because you are a lady, and ladies don’t do such things.”

      “There you have Mrs. Clarendon’s last word,” remarked Ada Warren, without looking up. Her voice contrasted strangely with those which had been just heard; it was hard in tone, giving clear utterance to each syllable, as if to accentuate the irony in her observation.

      “Certainly,” said Isabel, with good humour; “if Rhoda is content to let it be.”

      Still biting her leaf, Miss Meres held her head a little on one side, and, after glancing at Ada, turned her eyes again upon Mrs. Clarendon.

      “But are you quite sure it is so, Mrs. Clarendon?” she urged. “I mean that ladies don’t go on to the stage? It used to be so, no doubt, but things have been changing. I’m sure I’ve heard that both ladies and gentlemen are beginning to take to acting nowadays. And I can’t see why they shouldn’t. It seems to be better than–”

      She stopped, and looked a little embarrassed.

      “Better than doing nothing at all, you were going to say,” Isabel supplied; “like myself, for instance? Perhaps it is. But I fancy that the ladies who go on to the stage are generally those who, for some reason or other, have lost their places in society.”

      “With a large S,” put in Ada, still without looking up.

      “Yes, a very large one,” assented Isabel, smiling.

      “And suppose,” exclaimed Rhoda, suddenly bold, “I don’t care anything about the society which spells itself with a large S.”

      Mrs. Clarendon shook her head indulgently.

      “My child, you can’t help caring about it.”

      “Not if I find something I like better outside it?”

      Mrs. Clarendon crossed her hands upon the paper, and sighed a little before speaking.

      “You think it would be nice to become a Bohemian, and live in contempt of us poor subjects of Mrs. Grundy. Rhoda, those Bohemians struggle for nothing so hard as to get into society. If they are successful, the best fruit of their success is an invitation to a lady’s ‘at home,’ the unsuccessful ones would give their ears to be received in the most commonplace little drawing-room. Now you have already what they strive for so desperately. You’ll see all this plainly enough when you know a little more of the world.”

      Rhoda turned away, and recommenced her pacing.

      “What does your father say to it?” Mrs. Clarendon asked, after a short silence.

      “Father? Oh! he shrugs his shoulders and looks puzzled. Poor father always does that, whatever the difficulty. If I ask him whether the butcher hasn’t charged us too much a pound for veal, he shrugs and looks puzzled. I believe he’d do just the same if I asked him whether to-morrow wasn’t going to be the Day of Judgment.”

      Isabel raised her forefinger with a warning smile. Ada Warren laughed.

      After another turn on the grass, the girl again paused before Mrs. Clarendon.

      “Mr. Lacour told me the other day that he thought of going on to the stage himself. He didn’t see any harm in it.”

      As she spoke, Rhoda examined the border of her hat.

      “Mr. Lacour!” exclaimed Isabel. “Oh, Mr. Lacour says wonderful things, and has wonderful plans. So you confided your project to Mr. Lacour, did you?”

      Isabel threw a rapid glance at Ada whilst speaking; the latter appeared busy with her book.

      “No, no,” disclaimed Rhoda rapidly, “I didn’t say a word to him of my own idea. It only came out in conversation.”

      Mrs. Clarendon gave a little “h’m,” and stroked the back of one hand with the fingers of the other.

      “It’s a mistake, my dear Rhoda,” she said. “Like it or not, we have to consider our neighbour’s opinion, and that doesn’t yet regard the stage as a career open to gentlemen’s daughters.”

      “There’s no knowing what we may come to,” remarked Ada absently.

      “Then what am I to do, Mrs. Clarendon?” cried the other girl almost piteously.

      “A great many things. To begin with, you have to help me to make my garden party on Monday a success. Then again–oh, you have to become acquainted with my cousin, Mr. Asquith. Here he is!”

      From the covered pathway issued a tall gentleman of middle age, dressed in a cool summer suit, holding his hat in his hands. His appearance was what is called prepossessing; by his own complete ease and air of genial well-being he helped to put others in the same happy state, his self-satisfaction not being of the kind which irritates by excess. His head was covered with a fine growth of black hair, which continued itself in the form of full whiskers, and with these blended the silken grace of a moustache long enough to completely conceal the lips. His features were slightly browned by Eastern suns. His eyes, as he viewed in turn each of the three ladies, had a calm, restful gaze which could have embarrassed no one, hinting only the friendliest of inward comment.

      Isabel rose and stepped forward to meet him. In the act of greeting she was, perhaps, seen to greatest advantage. The upright grace of her still perfect figure, the poise of her head, the face looking straight forward, the smile of exquisite frankness, the warmth of welcome and the natural dignity combined in her attitude as she stood with extended hand, made a picture of fair womanhood which the eye did not readily quit. It was symbolical of her inner self, of the large affections which made the air about her warm, and of the sweet receptiveness of disposition which allowed so many and so different men to see in her their ideal of a woman.

      “You found the trap at the station?” she asked, and, satisfied on this point, presented him to her companions. Though Asquith had just reached England in time to see his cousin once or twice before she left London, he had still to become acquainted with Ada Warren, who did not go to town with Mrs. Clarendon, but preferred to make her visits at other times, staying with Mr. Meres and his daughters. Ada was silent during the ceremony of introduction, and did not give her hand; Rhoda showed her more expansive nature and smiled prettily in Robert’s face.

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