第30章 XINGU December, 1911(7)

"Xingu!" she scoffed."Why, it was the fact of our knowing so much more about it than she did--unprepared though we were--that made Osric Dane so furious.I should have thought that was plain enough to everybody!"This retort impressed even Mrs.Plinth, and Laura Glyde, moved by an impulse of generosity, said: "Yes, we really ought to be grateful to Mrs.Roby for introducing the topic.It may have made Osric Dane furious, but at least it made her civil.""I am glad we were able to show her," added Miss Van Vluyck, "that a broad and up-to-date culture is not confined to the great intellectual centres."This increased the satisfaction of the other members, and they began to forget their wrath against Osric Dane in the pleasure of having contributed to her defeat.

Miss Van Vluyck thoughtfully rubbed her spectacles."What surprised me most," she continued, "was that Fanny Roby should be so up on Xingu."This frank admission threw a slight chill on the company, but Mrs.Ballinger said with an air of indulgent irony: "Mrs.Roby always has the knack of making a little go a long way; still, we certainly owe her a debtfor happening to remember that she'd heard of Xingu." And this was felt by the other members to be a graceful way of cancelling once for all the Club's obligation to Mrs.Roby.

Even Mrs.Leveret took courage to speed a timid shaft of irony: "I fancy Osric Dane hardly expected to take a lesson in Xingu at Hillbridge!"Mrs.Ballinger smiled."When she asked me what we represented-- do you remember?--I wish I'd simply said we represented Xingu!"All the ladies laughed appreciatively at this sally, except Mrs.Plinth, who said, after a moment's deliberation: "I'm not sure it would have been wise to do so."Mrs.Ballinger, who was already beginning to feel as if she had launched at Osric Dane the retort which had just occurred to her, looked ironically at Mrs.Plinth."May I ask why?" she enquired.

Mrs.Plinth looked grave."Surely," she said, "I understood from Mrs.Roby herself that the subject was one it was as well not to go into too deeply?"Miss Van Vluyck rejoined with precision: "I think that applied only to an investigation of the origin of the--of the--"; and suddenly she found that her usually accurate memory had failed her."It's a part of the subject I never studied myself," she concluded lamely.

"Nor I," said Mrs.Ballinger.

Laura Glyde bent toward them with widened eyes."And yet it seems-- doesn't it?--the part that is fullest of an esoteric fascination?""I don't know on what you base that," said Miss Van Vluyck argumentatively.

"Well, didn't you notice how intensely interested Osric Dane became as soon as she heard what the brilliant foreigner--he WAS a foreigner, wasn't he?--had told Mrs.Roby about the origin--the origin of the rite--or whatever you call it?"Mrs.Plinth looked disapproving, and Mrs.Ballinger visibly wavered.Then she said in a decisive tone: "It may not be desirable to touch on the-- on that part of the subject in general conversation; but, from the importance it evidently has to a woman of Osric Dane's distinction, I feel as if we ought not to be afraid to discuss it among ourselves--withoutgloves--though with closed doors, if necessary.""I'm quite of your opinion," Miss Van Vluyck came briskly to her support; "on condition, that is, that all grossness of language is avoided.""Oh, I'm sure we shall understand without that," Mrs.Leveret tittered; and Laura Glyde added significantly: "I fancy we can read between the lines," while Mrs.Ballinger rose to assure herself that the doors were really closed.

Mrs.Plinth had not yet given her adhesion."I hardly see," she began, "what benefit is to be derived from investigating such peculiar customs--"But Mrs.Ballinger's patience had reached the extreme limit of tension."This at least," she returned; "that we shall not be placed again in the humiliating position of finding ourselves less up on our own subjects than Fanny Roby!"Even to Mrs.Plinth this argument was conclusive.She peered furtively about the room and lowered her commanding tones to ask: "Have you got a copy?""A--a copy?" stammered Mrs.Ballinger.She was aware that the other members were looking at her expectantly, and that this answer was inadequate, so she supported it by asking another question."A copy of what?"Her companions bent their expectant gaze on Mrs.Plinth, who, in turn, appeared less sure of herself than usual."Why, of--of-- the book," she explained.

"What book?" snapped Miss Van Vluyck, almost as sharply as Osric Dane.

Mrs.Ballinger looked at Laura Glyde, whose eyes were interrogatively fixed on Mrs.Leveret.The fact of being deferred to was so new to the latter that it filled her with an insane temerity."Why, Xingu, of course!" she exclaimed.

A profound silence followed this direct challenge to the resources of Mrs.Ballinger's library, and the latter, after glancing nervously toward the Books of the Day, returned in a deprecating voice: "It's not a thing one cares to leave about.""I should think NOT!" exclaimed Mrs.Plinth.

"It IS a book, then?" said Miss Van Vluyck.