“Don’t let Lydia tease you into going to Russell Square if you don’t care for it!” he said. “She’ll see the foreigners at the Opera, after all.”
“She won’t see the Cossack there. Come to think of it, she won’t see much of the Kings and Princes either, because our box is on the same side as the Royal box. Still, there will be plenty more to look at, I daresay.”
She spoke more prophetically than she knew: there was far more for Lydia to look at than anyone could have foreseen. Her view of the Regent, with the Tsar on one hand, the King of Prussia on the other, and a bevy of foreign notables grouped behind them, was restricted; but the Lyntons’ box was admirably situated for anyone desirous of seeing the Princess of Wales.
She had been excluded from participating in any of the Royal festivities; but she had her revenge on the Regent, sweeping into the box directly opposite his while God Save the King was being sung. She was attired in black velvet, with a black wig on her head, supporting a diamond tiara, and she presented such a striking figure that she attracted the attention of nearly everyone but her Royal husband.
The anthem ended, and as the Grassini, whose rich contralto voice had led it, curtsied deeply to the Royal box, a storm of clapping broke out in the pit. It was directed pointedly at the Princess, but she took her seat without making any acknowledgement, only smiling wryly, and saying something to one of her suite.
The Regent, meanwhile, had been applauding the Grassini, but the prolonged clapping made him turn, and bow graciously — but whether he bowed to the audience or to his wife was a question hotly argued but never decided.
However it may have been, it seemed to Lydia a rare piece of good fortune that anything so startling should have happened at the very first public function she had attended; and it made her forget that the evening had begun none too comfortably.
Jenny had bought her a swansdown tippet for the occasion, and had persuaded her to wear the pearls Lady Nassington had declared to be too large for her own neck; but when Adam had seen his sister he had said quite sharply: “Where had you that necklace? Surely it is Jenny’s?”
“Yes, she has lent it to me just for tonight. Isn’t it kind of her?”
His face had stiffened, but he said pleasantly: “Very kind, but I had rather you didn’t. It’s worth a king’s ransom, you know — and I’m certain Mama would say it was not the thing for a chit of your age!”
“No, she wouldn’t! She says that pearls are the only jewels chits of my age may wear! And I promise to take the greatest care — ”
“Haven’t you a necklace of your own?” he interrupted.
“Yes, but mere trumpery! If Jenny chooses to lend her pearls to me I don’t see why you should object!” Lydia said indignantly.
Jenny laid a hand on her arm, saying in rather a tight voice: “Perhaps they are not quite the thing. Your own crystals will be better — they are very pretty, after all! Come upstairs quickly, and change the necklace before Brough arrives! Please, Lydia!”
Lydia was suddenly aware of tension, and glancing from Adam to Jenny saw that Jenny’s face was much flushed. Yielding to the tug at her wrist she went out of the room with her, but demanded as soon as the door was shut: “But — but why?”
Jenny shook her head, and hurried up the stairs. “I shouldn’t have — he is perfectly right: you are too young!”
“But why should he be so vexed? It isn’t at all like him!”
Jenny took the pearls from her, and turned away to restore them to her jewel-casket. “He wasn’t vexed with you. Don’t heed it!”
“Was he vexed with you, then? But what had you done, pray?”
“It was only that he didn’t like to see you wearing my pearls. It was stupid of me! I forgot — it didn’t occur to me — ” She broke off, and forced up a smile, “Are you ready? Shall we go downstairs?”
“Do you mean that he didn’t like me to wear pearls that aren’t my own?” asked Lydia. “But I have often worn Charlotte’s trinkets!”
“That’s different. Adam has scruples — I can’t explain! One should take care, if one is very wealthy, not to — not to obtrude it! Well, it was a downright vulgar thing to have done! I didn’t mean it so, but that’s what it was: tossing my pearls to you like that!”
“It was excessively kind of you!” said Lydia. “Sisterly! Like buying this tippet for me! I collect Adam would object to that too?”
“Oh, don’t tell him!” Jenny begged. “It’s only a trifle, after all, but — Hark! wasn’t that the knocker? We must go down. I told them to serve dinner as soon as Brough arrived, because it won’t do to be late at the Opera House.”
She left the room, putting an end to further discussion. But Lydia had nothing to say. A curtain had been lifted, allowing her a glimpse behind the scene of what had seemed to her innocence a state of remarkable felicity. Too young to probe beneath the surface, it had not occurred to her that two people who presented to the world an appearance of calm content might not be as happy as they seemed. It was not the first time she had had such a disquieting glimpse, but on the previous occasion Adam had recovered himself so quickly that she had soon been able to forget the incident. He and Jenny seemed to stand on such easy terms that she had not wondered whether there were shoals beneath those placid waters. To his seventeen-year-old sister it was almost impossible to suppose that Adam was still in love with Julia. Sacrifice Lydia could appreciate; a smiling sacrifice was much harder to recognize, and very hard indeed to understand.
It was in a perturbed mood that she followed Jenny down to the drawing-room. There had been more than vexation in Adam’s face when he had seen that she was wearing Jenny’s pearls: there had been a look of revulsion; and Jenny had recognized it, and had been hurt by it. Between Adam and Jenny there could be no comparison, but it was, nevertheless, unkind of him to have wounded Jenny, who hadn’t meant to offend him.
She was relieved to see, as she entered the drawing-room, that he smiled warmly at Jenny. Perhaps, she thought hopefully, as she shook hands with Brough, she had refined too much upon the incident; perhaps Adam really felt that the pearls were too magnificent for a girl to wear.
Had she but known it, he was deeply conscious of having allowed his revulsion to overcome his forbearance. Seizing the opportunity afforded by her being engaged with Brough, he went up to Jenny, saying in a lowered tone: “Thank you! I shouldn’t have enjoyed a minute’s peace if you hadn’t persuaded her to take it off! What a hare-brained thing to do, to lend your pearls to my romp of a sister!” She answered only with a constrained smile. He was tempted to leave the subject, but she was wearing her wooden look, always a sign of distress. Infamous to have wounded her, he thought, when she had meant nothing but good! He tried again. “What’s more, it wouldn’t be at all the thing for a girl in Lydia’s circumstances to go about with a fortune round her neck.”
Her countenance relaxed; she said: “No, very true! I hadn’t considered — I only thought how well the necklace would become her. I’m sorry!”
“Which it certainly did! Poor Lydia! I wish I may not be in disgrace with her!”