But the Cavaliere rose and responded coldly, "She has a great spirit."And it seemed to Rowland that her great spirit, for mysterious reasons, gave him more pleasure than the distressing use she made of it gave him pain.He was on the point of charging him with his inconsistency, when Giacosa resumed: "But if the marriage can be saved, it must be saved.
It 's a beautiful marriage.It will be saved.""Notwithstanding Miss Light's great spirit to the contrary?""Miss Light, notwithstanding her great spirit, will call Prince Casamassima back.""Heaven grant it!" said Rowland.
"I don't know," said the Cavaliere, solemnly, "that heaven will have much to do with it."Rowland gave him a questioning look, but he laid his finger on his lips.
And with Rowland's promise to present himself on the morrow at Casa Light, he shortly afterwards departed.He left Rowland revolving many things:
Christina's magnanimity, Christina's perversity, Roderick's contingent fortune, Mary Garland's certain trouble, and the Cavaliere's own fine ambiguities.
Rowland's promise to the Cavaliere obliged him to withdraw from an excursion which he had arranged with the two ladies from Northampton.
Before going to Casa Light he repaired in person to Mrs.Hudson's hotel, to make his excuses.
He found Roderick's mother sitting with tearful eyes, staring at an open note that lay in her lap.At the window sat Miss Garland, who turned her intense regard upon him as he came in.
Mrs.Hudson quickly rose and came to him, holding out the note.
"In pity's name," she cried, "what is the matter with my boy?
If he is ill, I entreat you to take me to him!""He is not ill, to my knowledge," said Rowland.
"What have you there?"
"A note--a dreadful note.He tells us we are not to see him for a week.
If I could only go to his room! But I am afraid, I am afraid!""I imagine there is no need of going to his room.
What is the occasion, may I ask, of his note?""He was to have gone with us on this drive to--what is the place?--to Cervara.You know it was arranged yesterday morning.
In the evening he was to have dined with us.But he never came, and this morning arrives this awful thing.Oh dear, I 'm so excited!
Would you mind reading it?"
Rowland took the note and glanced at its half-dozen lines.
"I cannot go to Cervara," they ran; "I have something else to do.
This will occupy me perhaps for a week, and you 'll not see me.
Don't miss me--learn not to miss me.R.H.""Why, it means," Rowland commented, "that he has taken up a piece of work, and that it is all-absorbing.That 's very good news."This explanation was not sincere; but he had not the courage not to offer it as a stop-gap.But he found he needed all his courage to maintain it, for Miss Garland had left her place and approached him, formidably unsatisfied.
"He does not work in the evening," said Mrs.Hudson."Can't he come for five minutes? Why does he write such a cruel, cold note to his poor mother--to poor Mary? What have we done that he acts so strangely?
It 's this wicked, infectious, heathenish place!" And the poor lady's suppressed mistrust of the Eternal City broke out passionately.
"Oh, dear Mr.Mallet," she went on, "I am sure he has the fever and he 's already delirious!""I am very sure it 's not that," said Miss Garland, with a certain dryness.
She was still looking at Rowland; his eyes met hers, and his own glance fell.
This made him angry, and to carry off his confusion he pretended to be looking at the floor, in meditation.After all, what had he to be ashamed of?
For a moment he was on the point of making a clean breast of it, of crying out, "Dearest friends, I abdicate: I can't help you!"But he checked himself; he felt so impatient to have his three words with Christina.He grasped his hat.
"I will see what it is!" he cried.And then he was glad he had not abdicated, for as he turned away he glanced again at Mary and saw that, though her eyes were full of trouble, they were not hard and accusing, but charged with appealing friendship.
He went straight to Roderick's apartment, deeming this, at an early hour, the safest place to seek him.He found him in his sitting-room, which had been closely darkened to keep out the heat.
The carpets and rugs had been removed, the floor of speckled concrete was bare and lightly sprinkled with water.Here and there, over it, certain strongly perfumed flowers had been scattered.
Roderick was lying on his divan in a white dressing-gown, staring up at the frescoed ceiling.The room was deliciously cool, and filled with the moist, sweet odor of the circumjacent roses and violets.
All this seemed highly fantastic, and yet Rowland hardly felt surprised.
"Your mother was greatly alarmed at your note," he said, "and Icame to satisfy myself that, as I believed, you are not ill."Roderick lay motionless, except that he slightly turned his head toward his friend.He was smelling a large white rose, and he continued to present it to his nose.
In the darkness of the room he looked exceedingly pale, but his handsome eyes had an extraordinary brilliancy.
He let them rest for some time on Rowland, lying there like a Buddhist in an intellectual swoon, whose perception should be slowly ebbing back to temporal matters."Oh, I 'm not ill,"he said at last."I have never been better.""Your note, nevertheless, and your absence," Rowland said, "have very naturally alarmed your mother.I advise you to go to her directly and reassure her.""Go to her? Going to her would be worse than staying away.
Staying away at present is a kindness." And he inhaled deeply his huge rose, looking up over it at Rowland.
"My presence, in fact, would be indecent.""Indecent? Pray explain."
"Why, you see, as regards Mary Garland.I am divinely happy!
Does n't it strike you? You ought to agree with me.
You wish me to spare her feelings; I spare them by staying away.
Last night I heard something"--
