The Whirlpool eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 621 pages of information about The Whirlpool.

The Whirlpool eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 621 pages of information about The Whirlpool.

Involuntarily, he was gazing at her, trying to read her face.

‘So you think we ought to go to Australia,’ said Sibyl quietly, returning his look.

Hugh had repeated the conversation of last night; indiscreet, but natural.  One could not suppose that Hugh kept many secrets from his wife.

‘I?’ He was confused.  ’Oh, we were talking about the miseries of housekeeping ——­’

‘I hate the name of those new countries.’

It was said smilingly, but with what expression in the word ‘hate’!

‘Vigorous cuttings from the old tree,’ said Rolfe.  ’There is England’s future.’

’Perhaps so.  At present they are barbarous, and I have a decided preference for civilisation.  So have you, I am quite sure.’

Rolfe murmured his assent; whereupon Sibyl rose, just bent her head to him, and moved with graceful indolence away.

‘Now she hates me,’ Harvey said in his mind; ‘and much I care!’

As a matter of courtesy, he thought it well to move in Miss Frothingham’s direction.  The crowd was thinning; without difficulty he approached to within a few yards of her, and there exchanged a word or two with the player of the viola, Miss Leach —­ a good, ingenuous creature, he had always thought; dangerous to no man’s peace, but rather sentimental, and on that account to be avoided.  Whilst talking, he heard a man’s voice behind him, pretentious, coarse, laying down the law in a musical discussion.

’No, no; Beethoven is not Klaviermaszig.  His thoughts ate symphonic —­ they need the orchestra. . . .  A string quartet is to a symphony what a delicate water-colour is to an oil-painting. . . .  Oh, I don’t care for his playing at all! he has not —­ what shall I call it? —­ Sehnsucht.’

Rolfe turned at length to look.  A glance showed him a tall, bony young man, with a great deal of disorderly hair, and shaven face; harsh-featured, sensual, utterly lacking refinement.  He inquired of Miss Leach who this might be, and learnt that the man’s name was Felix Dymes.

‘Isn’t he a humbug?’

The young lady was pained and shocked.

‘Oh, he is very clever,’ she whispered.  ’He has composed a most beautiful song —­ don’t you know it? —­ “Margot”.  It’s very likely that Topham may sing it at one of the Ballad Concerts.’

‘Now I’ve offended her,’ said Rolfe to himself.  ‘No matter.’

Seeing his opportunity, he took a few steps, and stood before Alma Frothingham.  She received him very graciously, looking him straight in the face, with that amused smile which he could never interpret.  Did it mean that she thought him ‘good fun’?  Had she discussed him with Sibyl Carnaby, and heard things of him that moved her mirth?  Or was it pure good nature, the overflowing spirits of a vivacious girl?

‘So good of you to come, Mr. Rolfe.  And what did you think of us?’

This was characteristic.  Alma delighted in praise, and never hesitated to ask for it.  She hung eagerly upon his unready words.

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