The Talisman Ring

‘You look very cross,’ said Eustacie.

‘I am not cross,’ said Sir Tristram in a somewhat brittle voice, ‘but I think you should know that while I am prepared to allow you all the freedom possible, I shall expect my wife to pay some slight heed to my wishes.’

Eustacie considered this dispassionately. ‘Well, I do not think I shall,’ she said. ‘You seem to me to have very stupid wishes – quite absurd, in fact.’

‘This argument is singularly pointless,’ said Sir Tristram, quelling a strong desire to box her ears. ‘Perhaps my mother will know better how to persuade you.’

Eustacie picked up her ears at that. ‘I did not know you had a mother! Where is she?’

‘She is in Bath. When the funeral is over I am going to take you to her, and put you in her care until we can be married.’

‘As to that, it is not yet decided. Describe to me your mother! Is she like you?’

‘No, not at all.’

‘Tant mieux! What, then, is she like?’

‘Well,’ said Sir Tristram lamely, ‘I don’t think I know how to describe her. She will be very kind to you, I know.’

‘But what does she do?’ demanded Eustacie. ‘Does she amuse herself at Bath? Is she gay?’

‘Hardly. She does not enjoy good health, you see.’

‘Oh!’ Eustacie digested this. ‘No parties?’

‘I believe she enjoys card-parties.’

Eustacie grimaced expressively. ‘Me, I know those card-parties. I think she plays Whist, and perhaps Commerce.’

‘I dare say she does. I know of no reason why she should not,’ said Shield rather stiffly.

‘There is not any reason, but I do not play Whist or Commerce, and I find such parties quite abominable.’

‘That need not concern you, for whatever Sylvester’s views may have been, I feel sure that my mother will agree that it would be improper for you to go out in public immediately after his death.’

‘But if I am not to go to any parties, what then am I to do in Bath?’

‘Well, I suppose you will have to reconcile yourself to a period of quiet.’

‘Quiet?’ gasped Eustacie. ‘More quiet? No, and no, and no!’

He could not help laughing, but said: ‘Is it so terrible?’

‘Yes, it is!’ said Eustacie. ‘First I have to live in Sussex, and now I am to go to Bath – to play backgammon! And after that you will take me to Berkshire, where I expect I shall die.’

‘I hope not!’ said Shield.

‘Yes, but I think I shall,’ said Eustacie, propping her chin in her hands and gazing mournfully into the fire. ‘After all, I have had a very unhappy life without any adventures, and it would not be wonderful if I went into a decline. Only nothing that is interesting ever happens to me,’ she added bitterly, ‘so I dare say I shall just die in child-bed, which is a thing anyone can do.’

Sir Tristram flushed uncomfortably. ‘Really, Eustacie!’ he protested.

Eustacie was too much absorbed in the contemplation of her dark destiny to pay any heed to him. ‘I shall present to you an heir,’ she said, ‘and then I shall die.’ The picture suddenly appealed to her; she continued in a more cheerful tone: ‘Everyone will say that I was very young to die, and they will fetch you from the gaming-hell where you –’

‘Fetch me from where?’ interrupted Sir Tristram, momentarily led away by this flight of imagination.

‘From the gaming-hell,’ repeated Eustacie impatiently. ‘Or perhaps the Cock-Pit. It does not signify; it is quite unimportant! But I think you will feel great remorse when it is told to you that I am dying, and you will spring up and fling yourself on your horse, and ride ventre à terre to come to my death-bed. And then I shall forgive you, and –’

‘What in heaven’s name are you talking about?’ demanded Sir Tristram. ‘Why should you forgive me? Why should – What is this nonsense?’