The Wonderful Visit H. G. Wells (best novels to read .txt) 📖

guineas,” said Lady Hammergallow. “I’ve heard that some of them keep quite stylish establishments. You would scarcely credit it⁠—”

“I love music, Mr. Angel, I adore it. It stirs something in me. I can scarcely describe it,” said Mrs. Jehoram. “Who is it says that delicious antithesis: Life without music is brutality; music without life is⁠—Dear me! perhaps you remember? Music without life⁠—it’s Ruskin I think?”

“I’m sorry that I do not,” said the Angel. “I have read very few books.”

“How charming of you!” said Mrs. Jehoram. “I wish I didn’t. I sympathise with you profoundly. I would do the same, only we poor women⁠—I suppose it’s originality we lack⁠—And down here one is driven to the most desperate proceedings⁠—”

“He’s certainly very pretty. But the ultimate test of a man is his strength,” said George Harringay. “What do you think?”

“Oh!⁠—I think so too,” said the younger Miss Pirbright.

“It’s the effeminate man who makes the masculine woman. When the glory of a man is his hair, what’s a woman to do? And when men go running about with beautiful hectic dabs⁠—”

“Oh George! You are so dreadfully satirical today,” said the younger Miss Pirbright. “I’m sure it isn’t paint.”

“I’m really not his guardian, my dear Lady Hammergallow. Of course it’s very kind indeed of you to take such an interest⁠—”

“Are you really going to improvise?” said Mrs. Jehoram in a state of cooing delight.

“Sssh!” said the curate from Iping Hanger.

Then the Angel began to play, looking straight before him as he did so, thinking of the wonderful things of the Angelic Land, and yet insensibly letting the sadness he was beginning to feel, steal over the fantasia he was playing. When he forgot his company the music was strange and sweet; when the sense of his surroundings floated into his mind the music grew capricious and grotesque. But so great was the hold of the Angelic music upon the Vicar that his anxieties fell from him at once, so soon as the Angel began to play. Mrs. Jehoram sat and looked rapt and sympathetic as hard as she could (though the music was puzzling at times) and tried to catch the Angel’s eye. He really had a wonderfully mobile face, and the tenderest shades of expression! And Mrs. Jehoram was a judge. George Harringay looked bored, until the younger Miss Pirbright, who adored him, put out her mousy little shoe to touch his manly boot, and then he turned his face to catch the feminine delicacy of her coquettish eye, and was comforted. The very eldest Miss Papaver and Mrs. Pirbright sat quite still and looked churchy for nearly four minutes.

Then said the eldest Miss Papaver in a whisper, “I always enjoy violin music so much.” And Mrs. Pirbright answered, “We get so little nice music down here.” And Miss Papaver said, “He plays very nicely.” And Mrs. Pirbright, “Such a delicate touch!” And Miss Papaver, “Does Willie keep up his lessons?” and so to a whispered conversation.

The Curate from Iping Hanger sat (he felt) in full view of the company. He had one hand curled round his ear, and his eyes hard and staring fixedly at the pedestal of the Hammergallow Sèvres vase. He supplied, by the movements of his mouth, a kind of critical guide to any of the company who were disposed to avail themselves of it. It was a generous way he had. His aspect was severely judicial, tempered by starts of evident disapproval and guarded appreciation. The Vicar leaned back in his chair and stared at the Angel’s face, and was presently rapt away in a wonderful dream. Lady Hammergallow, with quick jerky movements of the head and a low but insistent rustling, surveyed and tried to judge of the effect of the Angelic playing. Mr. Rathbone-Slater stared very solemnly into his hat and looked very miserable, and Mrs. Rathbone-Slater made mental memoranda of Mrs. Jehoram’s sleeves. And the air about them all was heavy with exquisite music⁠—for all that had ears to hear.

“Scarcely affected enough,” whispered Lady Hammergallow hoarsely, suddenly poking the Vicar in the ribs. The Vicar came out of Dreamland suddenly. “Eigh?” shouted the Vicar, startled, coming up with a jump. “Sssh!” said the Curate from Iping Hanger, and everyone looked shocked at the brutal insensibility of Hilyer. “So unusual of the Vicar,” said the very eldest Miss Papaver, “to do things like that!” The Angel went on playing.

The Curate from Iping Hanger began making mesmeric movements with his index finger, and as the thing proceeded Mr. Rathbone-Slater got amazingly limp. He solemnly turned his hat round and altered his view. The Vicar lapsed from an uneasy discomfort into dreamland again. Lady Hammergallow rustled a great deal, and presently found a way of making her chair creak. And at last the thing came to an end. Lady Hammergallow exclaimed “De⁠—licious!” though she had never heard a note, and began clapping her hands. At that everyone clapped except Mr. Rathbone-Slater, who rapped his hat brim instead. The Curate from Iping Hanger clapped with a judicial air.

“So I said (clap, clap, clap), if you cannot cook the food my way (clap, clap, clap) you must go,” said Mrs. Pirbright, clapping vigorously. “(This music is a delightful treat.)”

“(It is. I always revel in music,)” said the very eldest Miss Papaver. “And did she improve after that?”

“Not a bit of it,” said Mrs. Pirbright.

The Vicar woke up again and stared round the saloon. Did other people see these visions, or were they confined to him alone? Surely they must all see⁠ ⁠… and have a wonderful command of their feelings. It was incredible that such music should not affect them. “He’s a trifle gauche,” said Lady Hammergallow, jumping upon the Vicar’s attention. “He neither bows nor smiles. He must cultivate oddities like that. Every successful executant is more or less gauche.”

“Did you really make that up yourself?” said Mrs. Jehoram, sparkling her eyes at him, “as you went along. Really, it is wonderful! Nothing less than wonderful.”

“A little amateurish,” said the Curate from Iping Hanger to Mr. Rathbone-Slater. “A great gift, undoubtedly, but a certain lack of sustained training.