at dinner louis de soyecourt made divers observations.
first gaston had embraced him. "and the de gâtinais estates?—but beyond question, my dear louis! next week we return to france, and the affair is easily arranged. you may abdicate in due form, you need no longer skulk about europe disguised as a piano-tuner; it is all one to france, you conceive, whether you or your son reign in noumaria. you should have come to me sooner. as for your having been in love with my wife, i could not well quarrel with that, since the action would seriously reflect upon my own taste, who am still most hideously in love with her."
hélène had stoutened. monsieur de soyecourt noted also that hélène's gold hair was silvering now, as though time had tangled cobwebs through it, and that gaston was profoundly unconscious of the fact. in gaston's eyes she was at the most seventeen. well, hélène had always been admirable in her management of all, and it would be diverting to see that youngest child of hers…. meanwhile it was diverting also to observe how conscientiously she was exerting a good influence over gaston: and de soyecourt smiled to find that she shook her head at gaston's third glass, and that de puysange did not venture on a fourth. victoria, to do her justice, had never meddled with any of her husband's vices….
as for the duchess of ormskirk, louis de soyecourt had known from the beginning—in comparative youthfulness,—that claire would placidly order her portion of the world as she considered expedient, and that ormskirk would travesty her, and somewhat bewilder her, and that in the ultimate ormskirk would obey her to the letter.
captain audaine monsieur de soyecourt considered at the start diverting, and in the end a pompous bore. yet they assured him that audaine was getting on prodigiously in the house of commons, [footnote: the captain's personal quarrel with the chevalier st. george and its remarkable upshot, at antwerp, as well as the captain's subsequent renunciation of jacobitism, are best treated of in garendon's own memoirs.]—as, ma foi! he would most naturally do, since his métier was simply to shout well-rounded common-places,—and the circumstance that he shouted would always attract attention, while the fact that he shouted platitudes would invariably prevent his giving offence. lord humphrey degge was found a ruddy and comely person, of no especial importance, but de soyecourt avidly took note of mr. erwyn's waistcoat. why, this man was a genius! monsieur de soyecourt at first glance decided. staid, demure even, yet with a quiet prodigality of color and ornament, an inevitableness of cut—oh, beyond doubt, this man was a genius!
as for the ladies at ingilby, they were adjudged to be handsome women, one and all, but quite unattractive, since they evinced not any excessive interest in monsieur de soyecourt. here was no sniff of future conquest, not one side-long glance, but merely three wives unblushingly addicted to their own husbands. eh bien! these were droll customs!
yet in the little man woke a vague suspicion, as he sat among these contented folk, that, after all, they had perhaps attained to something very precious of which his own life had been void, to a something of which he could not even form a conception. love, of course, he understood, with thoroughness; no man alive had loved more ardently and variously than louis de soyecourt. but what the devil! love was a temporary delusion, an ingenious device of nature's to bring about perpetuation of the species. it was a pleasurable insanity which induced you to take part in a rather preposterously silly and undignified action: and once this action was performed, the insanity, of course, gave way to mutual tolerance, or to dislike, or, more preferably, as de soyecourt considered, to a courteous oblivion of the past.
and yet when this audaine, to cite one instance only, had vented some particularly egregious speech that exquisite wife of his would merely smile, in a fond, half-musing way. she had twice her husband's wit, and was cognizant of the fact, beyond doubt; to any list of his faults and weaknesses you could have compiled she indubitably might have added a dozen items, familiar to herself alone: and with all this, it was clamant that she preferred audaine to any possible compendium of the manly virtues. why, in comparison, she would have pished at a seraph!—after five years of his twaddle, mark you. and hélène seemed to be really not much more sensible about gaston….
it all was quite inexplicable. yet louis de soyecourt could see that not one of these folk was blind to his or her yoke-fellow's frailty, but that, beside this something very precious to which they had attained, and he had never attained, a man's foible, or a woman's defect, dwindled into insignificance. here, then, were people who, after five years' consortment,—consciously defiant of time's corrosion, of the guttering-out of desire, of the gross and daily disillusions of a life in common, and even of the daily fret of all trivialities shared and diversely viewed,—who could yet smile and say: "no, my companion is not quite the perfect being i had imagined. what does it matter? i am content. i would have nothing changed."
well, but victoria had not been like that. she let you go to the devil in your own way, without meddling, but she irritated you all the while by holding herself to a mark. she had too many lofty ideas about her own duties and principles,—much such uncompromising fancies as had led his father to get rid of that little nelchen…. no, there was no putting up with these rigid virtues, day in and day out. these high-flown notions about right and wrong upset your living, they fretted your luckless associates…. these people here at ingilby, by example, made no pretensions to immaculacy; instead, they kept their gallant compromise with imperfection; and they seemed happy enough…. there might be a moral somewhere: but he could not find it.
