But why do you say 'Japanese'?Could you not compare them with equal veracity to a little flock of German thoughts in flight?"He rounded on me."Have you swallows in England?""I believe there are some at certain seasons.But doubtless they have not the same symbolical value for the English.In Germany--""I have never been to England,"interrupted Fraulein Sonia,"but I have many English acquaintances.They are so cold!"She shivered.
"Fish-blooded,"snapped Frau Godowska."Without soul,without heart,without grace.But you cannot equal their dress materials.I spent a week in Brighton twenty years ago,and the travelling cape I bought there is not yet worn out--the one you wrap the hot-water bottle in,Sonia.My lamented husband,your father,Sonia,knew a great deal about England.But the more he knew about it the oftener he remarked to me,'England is merely an island of beef flesh swimming in a warm gulf sea of gravy.'Such a brilliant way of putting things.Do you remember,Sonia?""I forget nothing,mamma,"answered Sonia.
Said the Herr Professor:"That is the proof of your calling,gnadiges Fraulein.Now I wonder--and this is a very interesting speculation--is memory a blessing or--excuse the word--a curse?"Frau Godowska looked into the distance,then the corners of her mouth dropped and her skin puckered.She began to shed tears.
"Ach Gott!Gracious lady,what have I said?"exclaimed the Herr Professor.
Sonia took her mother's hand."Do you know,"she said,"to-night it is stewed carrots and nut tart for supper.Suppose we go in and take our places,"her sidelong,tragic stare accusing the Professor and me the while.
I followed them across the lawn and up the steps.Frau Godowska was murmuring,"Such a wonderful,beloved man";with her disengaged hand Fraulein Sonia was arranging the sweet pea "garniture.".
"A concert for the benefit of afflicted Catholic infants will take place in the salon at eight-thirty P.M.Artists:Fraulein Sonia Godowska,from Vienna;Herr Professor Windberg and his trombone;Frau Oberlehrer Weidel,and others."This notice was tied round the neck of the melancholy stag's head in the dining-room.It graced him like a red and white dinner bib for days before the event,causing the Herr Professor to bow before it and say "good appetite"until we sickened of his pleasantry and left the smiling to be done by the waiter,who was paid to be pleasing to the guests.
On the appointed day the married ladies sailed about the pension dressed like upholstered chairs,and the unmarried ladies like draped muslin dressing-table covers.Frau Godowska pinned a rose in the centre of her reticule;another blossom was tucked in the mazy folds of a white antimacassar thrown across her breast.The gentlemen wore black coats,white silk ties and ferny buttonholes tickling the chin.
The floor of the salon was freshly polished,chairs and benches arranged,and a row of little flags strung across the ceiling--they flew and jigged in the draught with all the enthusiasm of family washing.It was arranged that I should sit beside Frau Godowska,and that the Herr Professor and Sonia should join us when their share of the concert was over.
"That will make you feel quite one of the performers,"said the Herr Professor genially."It is a great pity that the English nation is so unmusical.Never mind!To-night you shall hear something--we have discovered a nest of talent during the rehearsals.""What do you intend to recite,Fraulein Sonia?"She shook back her hair."I never know until the last moment.When I come on the stage I wait for one moment and then I have the sensation as though something struck me here,"--she placed her hand upon her collar brooch--"and.words come!""Bend down a moment,"whispered her mother."Sonia,love,your skirt safety-pin is showing at the back.Shall I come outside and fasten it properly for you,or will you do it yourself?""Oh,mamma,please don't say such things,"Sonia flushed and grew very angry."You know how sensitive I am to the slightest unsympathetic impression at a time like this.I would rather my skirt dropped off my body--""Sonia--my heart!"
A bell tinkled.
The waiter came in and opened the piano.In the heated excitement of the moment he entirely forgot what was fitting,and flicked the keys with the grimy table napkin he carried over his arm.The Frau Oberlehrer tripped on the platform followed by a very young gentleman,who blew his nose twice before he hurled his handkerchief into the bosom of the piano.
"Yes,I know you have no love for me,And no forget-me-not.
No love,no heart,and no forget-me-not."
sang the Frau Oberlehrer,in a voice that seemed to issue from her forgotten thimble and have nothing to do with her.
"Ach,how sweet,how delicate,"we cried,clapping her soothingly.She bowed as though to say,"Yes,isn't it?"and retired,the very young gentleman dodging her train and scowling.
The piano was closed,an arm-chair was placed in the centre of the platform.Fraulein Sonia drifted towards it.A breathless pause.Then,presumably,the winged shaft struck her collar brooch.She implored us not to go into the woods in trained dresses,but rather as lightly draped as possible,and bed with her among the pine needles.Her loud,slightly harsh voice filled the salon.She dropped her arms over the back of the chair,moving her lean hands from the wrists.We were thrilled and silent.
The Herr Professor,beside me,abnormally serious,his eyes bulging,pulled at his moustache ends.Frau Godowska adopted that peculiarly detached attitude of the proud parent.The only soul who remained untouched by her appeal was the waiter,who leaned idly against the wall of the salon and cleaned his nails with the edge of a programme.He was "off duty"and intended to show it.
