Mrs. Ames (2 page)

Mrs Taverner quite agreed about the strong probability of Mrs Evans' garden party being on the twenty-eighth, and proceeded to unload herself of far more sensational information. She talked rather slowly, but without ever stopping of her own accord, so that she got as much into a given space of time as most people. Even if she was temporarily stopped by an interruption, she kept her mouth open, so as to be able to proceed at the earliest possible moment.

‘Yes, three weeks, as you say, is a long notice, is it not?' she said, ‘but I'm sure people are wise to give long notice, otherwise they will find all their guests are already engaged, such a quantity of parties as there will be this summer. Mrs Ames has sent out dinner cards for exactly the same date, I am told. I daresay they agreed together to have a day full of gaiety. Perhaps you are asked to dine there on the twenty-eighth, Mrs Altham?'

‘No, not at present.'

‘Well, then, it will be news to you,' said Mrs Taverner, ‘if what I have heard is true, and it was Mrs Fortescue's governess who told me, whom I met taking one of the children to the dentist.'

‘That would be Edward,' said Mrs Altham unerringly. ‘I have often noticed his teeth are most irregular: one here, another there.'

She spoke as if it was more usual for children to have all their teeth on the same spot, but Mrs Taverner understood.

‘Very likely; indeed, I think I have noticed it myself. Well, what I have to tell you seems very irregular, too; Edward's teeth are nothing to it. It was talked about, so Miss - I can never recollect her name, and, from what I hear, I do not think Mrs Fortescue finds her very satisfactory - it was talked about, so Mrs Fortescue's governess told me, at breakfast time, and it was agreed that General Fortescue should accept, for if you are asked three weeks ahead it is no use saying you are engaged. No doubt Mrs Ames gave that long notice for that very reason.'

‘But what is it that is so irregular?' asked Mrs Altham, nearly dancing with impatience at these circumlocutions.

‘Did I not tell you? Ah, there is Mrs Evans; I was told she was asked too, without her husband. How slowly she walks; I should not be surprised if her husband had told her never to hurry. She did not see us; otherwise we might have found out more.'

‘About what?' asked the martyred Mrs Altham.

‘Why, what I am saying. Mrs Ames has asked General Fortescue to dine that night, without asking Mrs Fortescue, and has asked Mrs Evans to dine without asking Dr Evans. I don't know who the rest of the party are. I must try to find time this afternoon to call on Mrs Ames, and see if she lets anything drop about it. It seems very odd to ask a husband without his wife, and a wife without her husband. And we do not know yet whether Dr Evans will allow his wife to go there without him.'

Mrs Altham was suitably astounded.

‘But I never heard of such a thing,' she said, ‘and I expect my memory is as' (she nearly said ‘long', but stopped in time) ‘clear and retentive as that of most people. It seems very strange: it will look as if General Fortescue and his wife are not on good terms, and, as far as I know, there is no reason to suppose that. However, it is none of my business, and I am thankful to say that I do not concern myself with things that do not concern me. Had Mrs Ames wanted my advice as to the desirability of asking a husband without a wife, or a wife without a husband, I should have been very glad to give it her. But as she has not asked it, I must suppose that she does not want it, and I am sure I am very thankful to keep my opinion to myself. But if she asked me what I thought about it, I should be compelled to tell her the truth. I am very glad to be spared any such unpleasantness. Dear me, here I am at home again. I had no idea we had come all this way.'

Mrs Taverner seemed inclined to linger, but the other had caught sight of her husband's face looking out of the window known as his study, where he was accustomed to read the paper in the morning, and go to sleep in the evening. This again was very irregular, for the watch on her wrist told her that it was not yet a quarter past one, the hour at which he invariably ordered a glass of sherry at the club, to fortify him for his walk home. Possibly he had heard something about this revolutionary social scheme in the club, and had hastened his return in order to be able to talk it over with her without delay. For a moment it occurred to her to ask Mrs Taverner to join them at lunch, but, after all, she had heard what that lady had to tell, and one of the smaller bundles of asparagus could not be considered ample for more than two. So she checked the
hospitable impulse, and hurried into his study, alert with suppressed information, though she did not propose to let it explode at once, for the method of them both was to let news slip out as if accidentally. And, even as she crossed the hall, an idea for testing the truth of what she had heard, which was both simple and ingenious, came into her head. She despised poor Mrs Taverner's scheme of calling on Mrs Ames, in the hope of her letting something drop, for Mrs Ames never let things drop in that way, though she was an adept at picking them up. Her own plan was far more effective. Also it harmonized well with the system of mutual insincerities.

‘I have been thinking, my dear,' she said briskly, as she entered his study, ‘that it is time for us to be asking Major and Mrs Ames to dinner again. Yes: Pritchard was reasonable, and will send me another tongue, and take back the old one, which I am sure I am quite glad that he should do, though it would have come in for savouries very handily. Still, he is quite within his rights, since he does not charge for it, and I should not think of quarrelling with him because he exercises them.'

Mr Altham was as keen a housekeeper as his wife.

‘Its colour would not have signified in a savoury,' he said.

‘No, but as Pritchard supplies a new tongue without charge, we cannot complain. About Mrs Ames, now. We dined with them quite a month ago: I do not want her to think we are lacking in the exchange of hospitalities, which I am sure are so pleasant on both sides.'

Mr Altham considered this question, caressing the side of his face. There was no doubt that he had a short pointed beard on his chin, but about halfway up the jawbone the hair got shorter and shorter, and he was quite clean-shaven before it
got up to his ear. It was always a question, in fact, among the junior and less respectful members of the club, whether old Altham had whiskers or not. The general opinion was that he had whiskers, but was unaware of that possession.

‘It is odd that the idea of asking Mrs Ames to dinner occurred to you today,' he said, ‘for I was wondering also whether we did not owe her some hospitality. And Major Ames, of course,' he added.

Mrs Altham smiled a bright detective smile.

‘Next week is impossible, I know,' she said, ‘and so is the week after, as there is a perfect rush of engagements then. But after that, we might find an evening free. How would it suit you, if I asked Mrs Ames and a few friends to dine on the Saturday of that week? Let me count - seven, fourteen, twenty-one, yes; on the twenty-eighth. I think that probably Mrs Evans will have her garden party on that day. It would make a pleasant ending to such an afternoon. And it would be less of an interruption to both of us, if we give up that day. It would be better than disarranging the week by sacrificing another evening.'

Mr Altham rang the bell before replying.

‘It is hardly likely that Major and Mrs Ames would have an engagement so long ahead,' he said. ‘I think we shall be sure to secure them.'

The bell was answered.

‘A glass of sherry,' he said. ‘I forgot, my dear, to take my glass of sherry at the club. Young Morton was talking to me, though I don't know why I call him young, and I forgot about my sherry. Yes, I should think the twenty-eighth would be very suitable.'

Mrs Altham waited until the parlourmaid had deposited the glass of sherry, and had completely left the room with a shut door behind her.

‘I heard a very extraordinary story today,' she said, ‘though I don't for a moment believe it is true. If it is, we shall find that Mrs Ames cannot dine with us on the twenty-eighth, but we shall have asked her with plenty of notice, so that it will count. But one never knows how little truth there may be in what Mrs Taverner says, for it was Mrs Taverner who told me. She said that Mrs Ames has asked General Fortescue to dine with her that night, without asking Mrs Fortescue, and has invited Mrs Evans also without her husband. One doesn't for a moment believe it, but if we asked Mrs Ames for the same night we should very likely hear about it. Was anything said at the club about it?'

Mr Altham affected a carelessness which he was very far from feeling.

‘Young Morton did say something of the sort,' he said. ‘I was not listening particularly, since, as you know, I went there to see if there was anything to be learned about Morocco, and I get tired of his tittle-tattle. But he did mention something of the kind. There is the luncheon bell, my dear. You might write your note immediately and send it by hand, for James will be back from his dinner by now, and tell him to wait for an answer.'

Mrs Altham adopted this suggestion at once. She knew, of course, perfectly well that the thrilling quality of the news had brought her husband home without waiting to take his glass of sherry at the club, a thing which had not happened since that morning a year ago, when he had learned that Mrs Fortescue had dismissed her cook without a character, but she did not think of accusing him of duplicity. After all, it was the amiable desire to talk these matters over with her without the loss of a moment which was the motive at the base of his action, and so laudable a motive covered all else. So she had her note written with amazing
speed and cordiality, and the boot-and-knife boy, who also exercised the function of the gardener, was instructed to wash his hands and go upon his errand.

Criticism of Mrs Ames' action, based on the hypothesis that the news was true, was sufficient to afford brisk conversation until the return of the messenger, and Mrs Altham put back on her plate her first stick of asparagus and tore the note open. A glance was sufficient.

‘It is all quite true,' she said. ‘Mrs Ames writes, “We are so sorry to be obliged to refuse your kind invitation, but General Fortescue and Millicent Evans, with a few other friends, are dining with us this evening.” Well, I am sure! So, after all, Mrs Taverner was right. I feel I owe her an apology for doubting the truth of it, and I shall slip round after lunch to tell her that she need not call on Mrs Ames, which she was thinking of doing. I can save her that trouble.'

Mr Altham considered and condemned the wisdom of this slipping round.

‘That might land you in an unpleasantness, my dear,' he said. ‘Mrs Taverner might ask you how you were certain of it. You would not like to say that you asked the Ames' to dinner on the same night in order to find out.'

‘No, that is true. You see things very quickly, Henry. But, on the other hand, if Mrs Taverner does go to call, Mrs Ames might let drop the fact that she had received this invitation from us. I would sooner let Mrs Taverner know it myself than let it get to her in roundabout ways. I will think over it; I have no doubt I shall be able to devise something. Now about Mrs Ames' new departure. I must say that it seems to me a very queer piece of work. If she is to ask you without me, and me without you, is the other to sit at home alone for dinner? For it is not to be expected that somebody else will on the very same night always ask the
other of us. As likely as not, if there is another invitation for the same night, it will be for both of us, for I do not suppose that we shall all follow Mrs Ames' example, and model our hospitalities on hers.'

Mrs Altham paused a moment to eat her asparagus, which was getting cold.

‘As a matter of fact, my dear, we do usually follow Mrs Ames' example,' he said. ‘She may be said to be the leader of our society here.'

‘And if you gave me a hundred guesses why we do follow her example,' said Mrs Altham rather excitedly, picking up a head of asparagus that had fallen on her napkin, ‘I am sure I could not give you one answer that you would think sensible. There are a dozen of our friends in Riseborough who are just as well born as she is, and as many more much better off; not that I say that money should have anything to do with position, though you know as well as I do that you could buy their house over their heads, Henry, and afford to keep it empty, while, all the time, I, for one, don't believe that they have got three hundred a year between them over and above his pay. And as for breeding, if Mrs Ames' manners seem to you so worthy of copy, I can't understand what it is you find to admire in them, except that she walks into a room as if it all belonged to her, and looks over everybody's head, which is very ridiculous, as she can't be more than two inches over five feet, and I doubt if she's as much. I never have been able to see, and I do not suppose I ever shall be able to see, why none of us can do anything in Riseborough without asking Mrs Ames' leave. Perhaps it is my stupidity, though I do not know that I am more stupid than most.'

Henry Altham felt himself to blame for this agitated harangue. It was careless of him to have alluded to Mrs Ames'
leadership, for if there was a subject in this world that produced a species of frenzy and a complete absence of full stops in his wife, it was that. Desperately before now had she attempted to wrest the sceptre from Mrs Ames' podgy little hands, and to knock the crown off her noticeably small head. She had given parties that were positively Lucullan in their magnificence on her first coming to Riseborough; the regimental band (part of it, at least) had played under the elm tree in her garden on the occasion of a mere afternoon party, while at a dance she had given (a thing almost unknown in Riseborough) there had been a cotillion in which the presents cost up to five and sixpence each, to say nothing of the trouble. She had given a party for children at which there was not only a Christmas tree, but a conjuror, and when a distinguished actor once stayed with her, she had, instead of keeping him to herself, which was Mrs Ames' plan when persons of eminence were her guests, asked practically the whole of Riseborough to lunch, tea and dinner. To all of these great parties she had bidden Mrs Ames (with a view to her deposition), and on certainly one occasion - that of the cotillion -she had heard afterwards unimpeachable evidence to show that that lady had remarked that she saw no reason for such display. Therefore to this day she had occasional bursts of volcanic amazement at Mrs Ames' undoubted supremacy, and made occasional frantic attempts to deprive her of her throne. There was no method of attack which she had not employed; she had flattered and admired Mrs Ames openly to her face, with a view to be permitted to share the throne; she had abused and vilified her with a view to pulling her off it; she had refrained from asking her to her own house for six months at a time, and for six months at a time she had refused to accept any of Mrs Ames' invitations. But it
was all no use; the vilifications, so she had known for a fact, had been repeated to Mrs Ames, who had not taken the slightest notice of them, nor abated one jot of her rather condescending cordiality, and in spite of Mrs Altham's refusing to come to her house, had continued to send her invitations at the usual rate of hospitality. Indeed, for the last year or two Mrs Altham had really given up all thought of ever deposing her, and her husband, though on this occasion he felt himself to blame for this convulsion, felt also that he might reasonably have supposed the volcano to be extinct. Yet such is the disconcerting habit of these subliminal forces; they break forth with renewed energy exactly when persons of exactly average caution think that there is no longer any life in them.