Lady Marayne considered him in silence for a little while."All men," she said at last, "are alike.Husbands, sons and brothers, they are all alike.Sons! One expects them to be different.They aren't different.Why should they be? I suppose I ought to be shocked, Poff.But I'm not.She seems to be very fond of you.""She's--she's very good--in her way.She's had a difficult life....""You can't leave a man about for a moment," Lady Marayne reflected.
"Poff, I wish you'd fetch me a glass of water."When he returned she was looking very fixedly into the fire."Put it down," she said, "anywhere.Poff! is this Mrs.Helter-Skelter a discreet sort of woman? Do you like her?" She asked a few additional particulars and Benham made his grudging admission of facts."What I still don't understand, Poff, is why you have been away.""I went away," said Benham, "because I want to clear things up.""But why? Is there some one else?"
"No."
"You went alone? All the time?"
"I've told you I went alone.Do you think I tell you lies, mother?""Everybody tells lies somehow," said Lady Marayne."Easy lies or stiff ones.Don't FLOURISH, Poff.D?""It was unexpected...."
"STUFF!" said Lady Marayne for a second time."Well," she said, "well.Your Mrs.Fly-by-Night,--oh it doesn't matter!--whatever she calls herself, must look after herself.I can't do anything for her.I'm not supposed even to know about her.I daresay she'll find her consolations.I suppose you want to go out of London and get away from it all.I can help you there, perhaps.I'm tired of London too.It's been a tiresome season.Oh! tiresome and disappointing! I want to go over to Ireland and travel about a little.The Pothercareys want us to come.They've asked us twice...."Benham braced himself to face fresh difficulties.It was amazing how different the world could look from his mother's little parlour and from the crest of the North Downs.
"But I want to start round the world," he cried with a note of acute distress."I want to go to Egypt and India and see what is happening in the East, all this wonderful waking up of the East, Iknow nothing of the way the world is going--...""India!" cried Lady Marayne."The East.Poff, what is the MATTERwith you? Has something happened--something else? Have you been having a love affair? --a REAL love affair?""Oh, DAMN love affairs!" cried Benham."Mother!--I'm sorry, mother!
But don't you see there's other things in the world for a man than having a good time and making love.I'm for something else than that.You've given me the splendidest time--...""I see," cried Lady Marayne, "I see.I've bored you.I might have known I should have bored you.""You've NOT bored me!" cried Benham.
He threw himself on the rug at her feet."Oh, mother!" he said, "little, dear, gallant mother, don't make life too hard for me.
I've got to do my job, I've got to find my job.""I've bored you," she wept.
Suddenly she was weeping with all the unconcealed distressing grief of a disappointed child.She put her pretty be-ringed little hands in front of her face and recited the accumulation of her woes.
"I've done all I can for you, planned for you, given all my time for you and I've BORED you.""Mother!"
"Don't come near me, Poff! Don't TOUCH me! All my plans.All my ambitions.Friends--every one.You don't know all I've given up for you...."He had never seen his mother weep before.Her self-abandonment amazed him.Her words were distorted by her tears.It was the most terrible and distressing of crises....
"Go away from me! How can you help me? All I've done has been a failure! Failure! Failure!"8
That night the silences of Finacue Street heard Benham's voice again."I must do my job," he was repeating, "I must do my job.
Anyhow...."
And then after a long pause, like a watchword and just a little unsurely: "Aristocracy...."The next day his resolution had to bear the brunt of a second ordeal.Mrs.Skelmersdale behaved beautifully and this made everything tormentingly touching and difficult.She convinced him she was really in love with him, and indeed if he could have seen his freshness and simplicity through her experienced eyes he would have known there was sound reason why she should have found him exceptional.And when his clumsy hints of compensation could no longer be ignored she treated him with a soft indignation, a tender resentment, that left him soft and tender.She looked at him with pained eyes and a quiver of the lips.What did he think she was?
And then a little less credibly, did he think she would have given herself to him if she hadn't been in love with him? Perhaps that was not altogether true, but at any rate it was altogether true to her when she said it, and it was manifest that she did not for a moment intend him to have the cheap consolation of giving her money.
But, and that seemed odd to Benham, she would not believe, just as Lady Marayne would not believe, that there was not some other woman in the case.He assured her and she seemed reassured, and then presently she was back at exactly the same question.Would no woman ever understand the call of Asia, the pride of duty, the desire for the world?
One sort of woman perhaps....
It was odd that for the first time now, in the sunshine of Kensington Gardens, he saw the little gossamer lines that tell that thirty years and more have passed over a face, a little wrinkling of the eyelids, a little hardening of the mouth.How slight it is, how invisible it has been, how suddenly it appears! And the sunshine of the warm April afternoon, heightened it may be by her determined unmercenary pose, betrayed too the faintest hint of shabbiness in her dress.He had never noticed these shadows upon her or her setting before and their effect was to fill him with a strange regretful tenderness....
