I didn't believe she saw it, but that only made her the more natural;which was also the air she had on going to join Long, in his new contemplation, after I had admitted that it was of Brissenden I myself had thought.Obert and I remained together in the presence of the Man with the Mask, and, the others being out of earshot, he reminded me that I had promised him the night before in the smoking-room to give him to-day the knowledge Ihad then withheld.If I had announced that I was on the track of a discovery, pray had I made it yet, and what was it, at any rate, that I proposed to discover? I felt now, in truth, more uncomfortable than I had expected in being kept to my obligation, and I beat about the bush a little till, instead of meeting it, I was able to put the natural question: "What wonderful things was Long just saying to you?""Oh, characteristic ones enough--whimsical, fanciful, funny.The things he says, you know."It was indeed a fresh view."They strike you as characteristic?""Of the man himself and his type of mind? Surely.Don't YOU? He talks to talk, but he's really amusing."I was watching our companions."Indeed he is--extraordinarily amusing."It was highly interesting to me to hear at last of Long's "type of mind.""See how amusing he is at the present moment to Mrs.Server."Obert took this in; she was convulsed, in the extravagance always so pretty as to be pardonable, with laughter, and she even looked over at us as if to intimate with her shining, lingering eyes that we wouldn't be surprised at her transports if we suspected what her entertainer, whom she had never known for such a humourist, was saying.Instead of going to find out, all the same, we remained another minute together.It was for me, now, I could see, that Obert had his best attention."What's the matter with them?"It startled me almost as much as if he had asked me what was the matter with myself--for that something WAS, under this head, I was by this time unable to ignore.Not twenty minutes had elapsed since our meeting with Mrs.Server on the terrace had determined Grace Brissenden's elation, but it was a fact that my nervousness had taken an extraordinary stride.Ihad perhaps not till this instant been fully aware of it--it was really brought out by the way Obert looked at me as if he fancied he had heard me shake.Mrs.Server might be natural, and Gilbert Long might be, but I should not preserve that calm unless I pulled myself well together.Imade the effort, facing my sharp interlocutor; and I think it was at this point that I fully measured my dismay.I had grown--that was what was the matter with me precipitately, preposterously anxious.Instead of dropping, the discomfort produced in me by Mrs.Brissenden had deepened to agitation, and this in spite of the fact that in the brief interval nothing worse, nothing but what was right, had happened.Had I myself suddenly fallen so much in love with Mrs.Server that the care for her reputation had become with me an obsession? It was of no use saying I simply pitied her: what did I pity her for if she wasn't in danger? She WAS in danger: that rushed over me at present--rushed over me while I tried to look easy and delayed to answer my friend.She WAS in danger--if only because she had caught and held the searchlight of Obert's attention.I took up his inquiry."The matter with them? I don't know anything but that they're young and handsome and happy--children, as who should say, of the world; children of leisure and pleasure and privilege."Obert's eyes went back to them."Do you remember what I said to you about her yesterday afternoon? She darts from flower to flower, but she clings, for the time, to each.You've been feeling, I judge, the force of my remark.""Oh, she didn't at all 'dart,'" I replied, "just now at me.I darted, much rather, at HER.""Long didn't, then," Obert said, still with his eyes on them.
I had to wait a moment."Do you mean he struck you as avoiding her?"He in turn considered."He struck me as having noticed with what intensity, ever since we came down, she has kept alighting.She inaugurated it, the instant she arrived, with me, and every man of us has had his turn.I dare say it's only fair, certainly, that Long should have.""He's lucky to get it, the brute! She's as charming as she can possibly be.""That's it, precisely; and it's what no woman ought to be--as charming as she possibly can!--more than once or twice in her life.This lady is so every blessed minute, and to every blessed male.It's as if she were too awfully afraid one wouldn't take it in.If she but knew how one does!
However," my friend continued, "you'll recollect that we differed about her yesterday--and what does it signify? One should of course bear lightly on anything so light.But I stick to it that she's different."I pondered."Different from whom?"
"Different from herself--as she was when I painted her.There's something the matter with her.""Ah, then, it's for me to ask YOU what.I don't myself, you see, perceive it."He made for a little no answer, and we were both indeed by this time taken up with the withdrawal of the two other members of our group.They moved away together across the shining floor, pausing, looking up at the painted vault, saying the inevitable things--bringing off their retreat, in short, in the best order.It struck me somehow as a retreat, and yet I insisted to myself, once more, on its being perfectly natural.At the high door, which stood open, they stopped a moment and looked back at us--looked frankly, sociably, as if in consciousness of our sympathetic attention.
Mrs.Server waved, as in temporary farewell, a free explanatory hand at me; she seemed to explain that she was now trying somebody else.Obert moreover added HIS explanation."That's the way she collars us.""Oh, Long doesn't mind," I said."But what's the way she strikes you as different?""From what she was when she sat to me? Well, a part of it is that she can't keep still.She was as still then as if she had been paid for it.
