[88132] in Discussion of MIT-community interests
Never Be Blind To Danger With This Military Tool
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Davina Sandy)
Mon Sep 5 19:14:36 2016
Date: Mon, 5 Sep 2016 18:33:57 -0400
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<p>Never Be Blind To Danger With This Military Tool<br /> " I am to=
ld our high-flying friend has come down," he said. " He has been =
doing a queer little old woman." " A queer little old woman!"=
; Rowland exclaimed. " My dear sir, she is Hudson' s mother." &qu=
ot; All the more reason for her being queer! It is a bust for terra-cotta, =
eh?" " By no means; it is for marble." " That ' s a pit=
y. It was described to me as a charming piece of quaintness: a little demur=
e, thin-lipped old lady, with her head on one side, and the prettiest wrink=
les in the world--a sort of fairy godmother." " Go and see it, an=
d judge for yourself," said Rowland. " No, I see I shall be disap=
pointed. It ' s quite the other thing, the sort of thing they put into the =
campo-santos. I wish that boy would listen to me an hour!" But a day o=
r two later Rowland met him again in the street, and, as they were near, pr=
oposed they should adjourn to Roderick' s studio. He consented, and on ente=
ring they found the young master. Roderick' s demeanor to Gloriani was neve=
r conciliatory, and on this occasion supreme indifference was apparently al=
l he had to offer. But Gloriani, like a genuine connoisseur, cared nothing =
for his manners; he cared only for his skill. In the bust of Mrs. Hudson th=
ere was something almost touching; it was an exquisite example of a ruling =
sense of beauty. The poor lady' s small, neat, timorous face had certainly =
no great character, but Roderick had reproduced its sweetness, its mildness=
, its minuteness, its still maternal passion, with the most unerring art. I=
t was perfectly unflattered, and yet admirably tender; it was the poetry of=
fidelity. Gloriani stood looking at it a long time most intently. Roderick=
wandered away into the neighboring room. " I give it up!" said t=
he sculptor at last. " I don' t understand it." " But you li=
ke it?" said Rowland. " Like it? It ' s a pearl of pearls. Tell m=
e this," he added: " is he very fond of his mother; is he a very =
good son?" And he gave Rowland a sharp look. " Why, she adores hi=
m," said Rowland, smiling. " That ' s not an answer! But it ' s n=
one of my business. Only if I, in his place, being suspected of having-- wh=
at shall I call it?--a cold heart, managed to do that piece of work, oh, oh=
! I should be called a pretty lot of names. Charlatan, poseur, arrangeur! B=
ut he can do as he chooses! My dear young man, I know you don' t like me,&q=
uot; he went on, as Roderick came back. " It ' s a pity; you are stron=
g enough not to care about me at all. You are very strong." " Not=
at all," said Roderick curtly. " I am very weak!" " I =
told you last year that you would n' t keep it up. I was a great ass. You w=
ill!" " I beg your pardon--I won' t!" retorted Roderick. &qu=
ot; Though I ' m a great ass, all the same, eh? Well, call me what you will=
, so long as you turn out this sort of thing! I don' t suppose it makes any=
particular difference, but I should like to say now I believe in you."=
; Roderick stood looking at him for a moment with a strange hardness in his=
face. It flushed slowly, and two glittering, angry tears filled his eyes. =
It was the first time Rowland had ever seen them there; he saw them but onc=
e again. Poor Gloriani, he was sure, had never in his life spoken with less=
of irony; but to Roderick there was evidently a sense of mockery in his pr=
ofession of faith. He turned away with a muttered, passionate imprecation. =
Gloriani was accustomed to deal with complex problems, but this time he was=
hopelessly puzzled. " What ' s the matter with him?" he asked, s=
imply. Rowland gave a sad smile, and touched his forehead. " Genius, I=
suppose." Gloriani sent another parting, lingering look at the bust o=
f Mrs. Hudson. " Well, it ' s deuced perfect, it ' s deuced simple; I =
do believe in him!" he said. " But I ' m glad I ' m not a genius.=
It makes," he added with a laugh, as he looked for Roderick to wave h=
im good-by, and saw his back still turned, " it makes a more sociable =
studio." Rowland had purchased, as he supposed, temporary tranquillity=
for Mary Garland; but his own humor in these days was not especially peace=
ful. He was attempting, in a certain sense, to lead the ideal life, and he =
found it, at the least, not easy. The days passed, but brought with them no=
official invitation to Miss Light' s wedding. He occasionally met her, and=
he occasionally met Prince Casamassima; but always separately, never toget=
her. They were apparently taking their happiness in the inexpressive manner=
proper to people of social eminence. Rowland continued to see Madame Grand=
oni, for whom he felt a confirmed affection. He had always talked to her wi=
th frankness, but now he made her a confidant of all his hidden dejection. =
Roderick and Roderick' s concerns had been a common theme with him, and it =
was in the natural course to talk of Mrs. Hudson' s arrival and Miss Garlan=
d' s fine smile. Madame Grandoni was an intelligent listener, and she lost =
no time in putting his case for him in a nutshell. " At one moment you=
tell me the girl is plain," she said; " the next you tell me she=
' s pretty. I will invite them, and I shall see for myself. But one thing =
is very clear: you are in love with her." Rowland, for all answer, gla=
nced round to see that no one heard her. " More than that," she a=
dded, " you have been in love with her these two years. There was that=
certain something about you!.... I knew you were a mild, sweet fellow, but=
you had a touch of it more than was natural. Why did n' t you tell me at o=
nce? You would have saved me a great deal of trouble. And poor Augusta Blan=
chard too!" And herewith Madame Grandoni communicated a pertinent fact=
: Augusta Blanchard and Mr. Leavenworth were going to make a match. The you=
ng lady had been staying for a month at Albano, and Mr. Leavenworth had bee=
n dancing attendance. The event was a matter of course. Rowland, who had be=
en lately reproaching himself with a failure of attention to Miss Blanchard=
' s doings, made some such observation. " But you did not find it so!&=
quot; cried his hostess. " It was a matter of course, perhaps, that Mr=
Leavenworth, who seems to be going about Europe with the sole view of pic=
king up furniture for his ' home,' as he calls it, should think Miss Blanch=
ard a very handsome piece; but it was not a matter of course-- or it need n=
' t have been--that she should be willing to become a sort of superior tabl=
e-ornament. She would have accepted you if you had tried." " You =
are supposing the insupposable," said Rowland. " She never gave m=
e a particle of encouragement." " What would you have had her do?=
The poor girl did her best, and I am sure that when she accepted Mr. Leave=
nworth she thought of you." " She thought of the pleasure her mar=
riage would give me." " Ay, pleasure indeed! She is a thoroughly =
good girl, but she has her little grain of feminine spite, like the rest. W=
ell, he ' s richer than you, and she will have what she wants; but before I=
forgive you I must wait and see this new arrival-- what do you call her?--=
Miss Garland. If I like her, I will forgive you; if I don' t, I shall alway=
s bear you a grudge." Rowland answered that he was sorry to forfeit an=
y advantage she might offer him, but that his exculpatory passion for Miss =
Garland was a figment of her fancy. Miss Garland was engaged to another man=
, and he himself had no claims. " Well, then," said Madame Grando=
ni, " if I like her, we ' ll have it that you ought to be in love with=
her. If you fail in this, it will be a double misdemeanor. The man she ' s=
engaged to does n' t care a straw for her. Leave me alone and I ' ll tell =
her what I think of you." As to Christina Light' s marriage, Madame Gr=
andoni could make no definite statement. The young girl, of late, had made =
her several flying visits, in the intervals of the usual pre-matrimonial sh=
opping and dress-fitting; she had spoken of the event with a toss of her he=
ad, as a matter which, with a wise old friend who viewed things in their es=
sence, she need not pretend to treat as a solemnity. It was for Prince Casa=
massima to do that. " It is what they call a marriage of reason,"=
she once said. " That means, you know, a marriage of madness!" &=
quot; What have you said in the way of advice?" Rowland asked. " =
Very little, but that little has favored the prince. I know nothing of the =
mysteries of the young lady' s heart. It may be a gold-mine, but at any rat=
e it ' s a mine, and it ' s a long journey down into it. But the marriage i=
n itself is an excellent marriage. It ' s not only brilliant, but it ' s sa=
fe. I think Christina is quite capable of making it a means of misery; but =
there is no position that would be sacred to her. Casamassima is an irrepro=
achable young man; there is nothing against him but that he is a prince. It=
is not often, I fancy, that a prince has been put through his paces at thi=
s rate. No one knows the wedding-day; the cards of invitation have been pri=
nted half a dozen times over, with a different date; each time Christina ha=
s destroyed them. There are people in Rome who are furious at the delay; th=
ey want to get away; they are in a dreadful fright about the fever, but the=
y are dying to see the wedding, and if the day were fixed, they would make =
their arrangements to wait for it. I think it very possible that after havi=
ng kept them a month and produced a dozen cases of malaria, Christina will =
be married at midnight by an old friar, with simply the legal witnesses.&qu=
ot; " It is true, then, that she has become a Catholic?" " S=
o she tells me. One day she got up in the depths of despair; at her wit' s =
end, I suppose, in other words, for a new sensation. Suddenly it occurred t=
o her that the Catholic church might after all hold the key, might give her=
what she wanted! She sent for a priest; he happened to be a clever man, an=
d he contrived to interest her. She put on a black dress and a black lace v=
eil, and looking handsomer than ever she rustled into the Catholic church. =
The prince, who is very devout, and who had her heresy sorely on his consci=
ence, was thrown into an ecstasy. May she never have a caprice that pleases=
him less!" Rowland had already asked Madame Grandoni what, to her per=
ception, was the present state of matters between Christina and Roderick; a=
nd he now repeated his question with some earnestness of apprehension. &quo=
t; The girl is so deucedly dramatic," he said, " that I don' t kn=
ow what coup de theatre she may have in store for us. Such a stroke was her=
turning Catholic; such a stroke would be her some day making her courtesy =
to a disappointed world as Princess Casamassima, married at midnight, in he=
r bonnet. She might do--she may do--something that would make even more sta=
rers! I ' m prepared for anything." " You mean that she might elo=
pe with your sculptor, eh?" " I ' m prepared for anything!" =
" Do you mean that he ' s ready?" " Do you think that she is=
?" " They ' re a precious pair! I think this. You by no means exh=
aust the subject when you say that Christina is dramatic. It ' s my belief =
that in the course of her life she will do a certain number of things from =
pure disinterested passion. She ' s immeasurably proud, and if that is ofte=
n a fault in a virtuous person, it may be a merit in a vicious one. She nee=
ds to think well of herself; she knows a fine character, easily, when she m=
eets one; she hates to suffer by comparison, even though the comparison is =
made by herself alone; and when the estimate she may have made of herself g=
rows vague, she needs to do something to give it definite, impressive form.=
What she will do in such a case will be better or worse, according to her =
opportunity; but I imagine it will generally be something that will drive h=
er mother to despair; something of the sort usually termed ' unworldly.' &q=
uot; Rowland, as he was taking his leave, after some further exchange of op=
inions, rendered Miss Light the tribute of a deeply meditative sigh. "=
She has bothered me half to death," he said, " but somehow I can=
' t manage, as I ought, to hate her. I admire her, half the time, and a goo=
d part of the rest I pity her." " I think I most pity her!" =
said Madame Grandoni. This enlightened woman came the next day to call upon=
the two ladies from Northampton. She carried their shy affections by storm=
, and made them promise to drink tea with her on the evening of the morrow.=
Her visit was an era in the life of poor Mrs. Hudson, who did nothing but =
make sudden desultory allusions to her, for the next thirty-six hours. &quo=
t; To think of her being a foreigner!" she would exclaim, after much i=
ntent reflection, over her knitting; " she speaks so beautifully!"=
; Then in a little while, " She was n' t so much dressed as you might =
have expected. Did you notice how easy it was in the waist? I wonder if tha=
t ' s the fashion?" Or, " She ' s very old to wear a hat; I shoul=
d never dare to wear a hat!" Or, " Did you notice her hands?-- ve=
ry pretty hands for such a stout person. A great many rings, but nothing ve=
ry handsome. I suppose they are hereditary." Or, " She ' s certai=
nly not handsome, but she ' s very sweet-looking. I wonder why she does n' =
t have something done to her teeth." Rowland also received a summons t=
o Madame Grandoni' s tea-drinking, and went betimes, as he had been request=
ed. He was eagerly desirous to lend his mute applause to Mary Garland' s de=
but in the Roman social world. The two ladies had arrived, with Roderick, s=
ilent and careless, in attendance. Miss Blanchard was also present, escorte=
d by Mr. Leavenworth, and the party was completed by a dozen artists of bot=
h sexes and various nationalities. It was a friendly and easy assembly, lik=
e all Madame Grandoni' s parties, and in the course of the evening there wa=
s some excellent music. People played and sang for Madame Grandoni, on easy=
terms, who, elsewhere, were not to be heard for the asking. She was hersel=
f a superior musician, and singers found it a privilege to perform to her a=
ccompaniment. Rowland talked to various persons, but for the first time in =
his life his attention visibly wandered; he could not keep his eyes off Mar=
y Garland. Madame Grandoni had said that he sometimes spoke of her as prett=
y and sometimes as plain; to-night, if he had had occasion to describe her =
appearance, he would have called her beautiful. She was dressed more than h=
e had ever seen her; it was becoming, and gave her a deeper color and an am=
pler presence. Two or three persons were introduced to her who were apparen=
tly witty people, for she sat listening to them with her brilliant natural =
smile. Rowland, from an opposite corner, reflected that he had never varied=
in his appreciation of Miss Blanchard' s classic contour, but that somehow=
, to-night, it impressed him hardly more than an effigy stamped upon a coin=
of low value. Roderick could not be accused of rancor, for he had approach=
ed Mr. Leavenworth with unstudied familiarity, and, lounging against the wa=
ll, with hands in pockets, was discoursing to him with candid serenity. Now=
that he had done him an impertinence, he evidently found him less intolera=
ble. Mr. Leavenworth stood stirring his tea and silently opening and shutti=
ng his mouth, without looking at the young sculptor, like a large, drowsy d=
og snapping at flies. Rowland had found it disagreeable to be told Miss Bla=
nchard would have married him for the asking, and he would have felt some e=
mbarrassment in going to speak to her if his modesty had not found incredul=
ity so easy. The facile side of a union with Miss Blanchard had never been =
present to his mind; it had struck him as a thing, in all ways, to be compa=
ssed with a great effort. He had half an hour' s talk with her; a farewell =
talk, as it seemed to him--a farewell not to a real illusion, but to the id=
ea that for him, in that matter, there could ever be an acceptable pis-alle=
r. He congratulated Miss Blanchard upon her engagement, and she received hi=
s compliment with a touch of primness. But she was always a trifle prim, ev=
en when she was quoting Mrs. Browning and George Sand, and this harmless de=
fect did not prevent her responding on this occasion that Mr. Leavenworth h=
ad a " glorious heart." Rowland wished to manifest an extreme reg=
ard, but toward the end of the talk his zeal relaxed, and he fell a-thinkin=
g that a certain natural ease in a woman was the most delightful thing in t=
he world. There was Christina Light, who had too much, and here was Miss Bl=
anchard, who had too little, and there was Mary Garland (in whom the qualit=
y was wholly uncultivated), who had just the right amount. He went to Madam=
e Grandoni in an adjoining room, where she was pouring out tea. " I wi=
ll make you an excellent cup," she said, " because I have forgive=
n you." He looked at her, answering nothing; but he swallowed his tea =
with great gusto, and a slight deepening of his color; by all of which one =
would have known that he was gratified. In a moment he intimated that, in s=
o far as he had sinned, he had forgiven himself. " She is a lovely gir=
l," said Madame Grandoni. " There is a great deal there. I have t=
aken a great fancy to her, and she must let me make a friend of her." =
" She is very plain," said Rowland, slowly, " very simple, v=
ery ignorant." " Which, being interpreted, means, ' She is very h=
andsome, very subtle, and has read hundreds of volumes on winter evenings i=
n the country.' " " You are a veritable sorceress," cried Ro=
wland; " you frighten me away!" As he was turning to leave her, t=
here rose above the hum of voices in the drawing-room the sharp, grotesque =
note of a barking dog. Their eyes met in a glance of intelligence. " T=
here is the sorceress!" said Madame Grandoni. " The sorceress and=
her necromantic poodle!" And she hastened back to the post of hospita=
lity. Rowland followed her, and found Christina Light standing in the middl=
e of the drawing-room, and looking about in perplexity. Her poodle, sitting=
on his haunches and gazing at the company, had apparently been expressing =
a sympathetic displeasure at the absence of a welcome. But in a moment Mada=
me Grandoni had come to the young girl' s relief, and Christina had tenderl=
y kissed her. " I had no idea," said Christina, surveying the ass=
embly, " that you had such a lot of grand people, or I would not have =
come in. The servant said nothing; he took me for an invitee. I came to spe=
nd a neighborly half-hour; you know I have n' t many left! It was too disma=
lly dreary at home. I hoped I should find you alone, and I brought Stentere=
llo to play with the cat. I don' t know that if I had known about all this =
I would have dared to come in; but since I ' ve stumbled into the midst of =
it, I beg you ' ll let me stay. I am not dressed, but am I very hideous? I =
will sit in a corner and no one will notice me. My dear, sweet lady, do let=
me stay. Pray, why did n' t you ask me? I never have been to a little part=
y like this. They must be very charming. No dancing--tea and conversation? =
No tea, thank you; but if you could spare a biscuit for Stenterello; a swee=
t biscuit, please. Really, why did n' t you ask me? Do you have these thing=
s often? Madame Grandoni, it ' s very unkind!" And the young girl, who=
had delivered herself of the foregoing succession of sentences in her usua=
l low, cool, penetrating voice, uttered these last words with a certain tre=
mor of feeling. " I see," she went on, " I do very well for =
balls and great banquets, but when people wish to have a cosy, friendly, co=
mfortable evening, they leave me out, with the big flower-pots and the gilt=
candlesticks." " I ' m sure you ' re welcome to stay, my dear,&q=
uot; said Madame Grandoni, " and at the risk of displeasing you I must=
confess that if I did n' t invite you, it was because you ' re too grand. =
Your dress will do very well, with its fifty flounces, and there is no need=
of your going into a corner. Indeed, since you ' re here, I propose to hav=
e the glory of it. You must remain where my people can see you." "=
; They are evidently determined to do that by the way they stare. Do they t=
hink I intend to dance a tarantella? Who are they all; do I know them?"=
; And lingering in the middle of the room, with her arm passed into Madame =
Grandoni' s, she let her eyes wander slowly from group to group. They were =
of course observing her. Standing in the little circle of lamplight, with t=
he hood of an Eastern burnous, shot with silver threads, falling back from =
her beautiful head, one hand gathering together its voluminous, shimmering =
folds, and the other playing with the silken top-knot on the uplifted head =
of her poodle, she was a figure of radiant picturesqueness. She seemed to b=
e a sort of extemporized tableau vivant. Rowland' s position made it becomi=
ng for him to speak to her without delay. As she looked at him he saw that,=
judging by the light of her beautiful eyes, she was in a humor of which sh=
e had not yet treated him to a specimen. In a simpler person he would have =
called it exquisite kindness; but in this young lady' s deportment the flow=
er was one thing and the perfume another. " Tell me about these people=
," she said to him. " I had no idea there were so many people in =
Rome I had not seen. What are they all talking about? It ' s all beyond me,=
I suppose. There is Miss Blanchard, sitting as usual in profile against a =
dark object. She is like a head on a postage-stamp. And there is that nice =
little old lady in black, Mrs. Hudson. What a dear little woman for a mothe=
r! Comme elle est proprette! And the other, the fiancee, of course she ' s =
here. Ah, I see!" She paused; she was looking intently at Miss Garland=
Rowland measured the intentness of her glance, and suddenly acquired a fi=
rm conviction. " I should like so much to know her!" she said, tu=
rning to Madame Grandoni. " She has a charming face; I am sure she ' s=
an angel. I wish very much you would introduce me. No, on second thoughts,=
I had rather you did n' t. I will speak to her bravely myself, as a friend=
of her cousin." Madame Grandoni and Rowland exchanged glances of baff=
led conjecture, and Christina flung off her burnous, crumpled it together, =
and, with uplifted finger,tossing it into a corner, gave it in charge to he=
r poodle. He stationed himself upon it, on his haunches, with upright vigil=
ance. Christina crossed the room with the step and smile of a ministering a=
ngel, and introduced herself to Mary Garland. She had once told Rowland tha=
t she would show him, some day, how gracious her manners could be; she was =
now redeeming her promise. Rowland, watching her, saw Mary Garland rise slo=
wly, in response to her greeting, and look at her with serious deep-gazing =
eyes. The almost dramatic opposition of these two keenly interesting girls =
touched Rowland with a nameless apprehension, and after a moment he preferr=
ed to turn away. In doing so he noticed Roderick. The young sculptor was st=
anding planted on the train of a lady' s dress, gazing across at Christina'=
s movements with undisguised earnestness. There were several more pieces o=
f music; Rowland sat in a corner and listened to them. When they were over,=
several people began to take their leave, Mrs. Hudson among the number. Ro=
wland saw her come up to Madame Grandoni, clinging shyly to Mary Garland' s=
arm. Miss Garland had a brilliant eye and a deep color in her cheek. The t=
wo ladies looked about for Roderick, but Roderick had his back turned. He h=
ad approached Christina, who, with an absent air, was sitting alone, where =
she had taken her place near Miss Garland, looking at the guests pass out o=
f the room. Christina' s eye, like Miss Garland' s, was bright, but her che=
ek was pale. Hearing Roderick' s voice, she looked up at him sharply; then =
silently, with a single quick gesture, motioned him away. He obeyed her, an=
d came and joined his mother in bidding good night to Madame Grandoni. Chri=
stina, in a moment, met Rowland' s glance, and immediately beckoned him to =
come to her. He was familiar with her spontaneity of movement, and was scar=
cely surprised. She made a place for him on the sofa beside her; he wondere=
d what was coming now. He was not sure it was not a mere fancy, but it seem=
ed to him that he had never seen her look just as she was looking then. It =
was a humble, touching, appealing look, and it threw into wonderful relief =
the nobleness of her beauty. " How many more metamorphoses," he a=
sked himself, " am I to be treated to before we have done?" </p>=
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