She had grown into a tall young creature by this time.Her low, full voice was like a bell and was capable of ringing forth some fine, mellow tones of irony"And in America we are pleased," she said, "and flatter ourselves that we are receiving the proper tribute of adoration of our American wit and beauty.We plume ourselves on our conquests.
"No, Betty," said her father, and his reflective deliberation had meaning."There are a lot of us who don't plume ourselves particularly in these days.We are not as innocent as we were when this sort of thing began.We are not as innocent as we were when Rosy was married." And he sighed and rubbed his forehead with the handle of his pen."Not as innocent as we were when Rosy was married," he repeated.
Bettina went to him and slid her fine young arm round his neck.It was a long, slim, round arm with a wonderful power to caress in its curves.She kissed Vanderpoel's lined cheek.
"Have you had time to think much about Rosy?" she said.
"I've not had time, but I've done it," he answered.
"Anything that hurts your mother hurts me.Sometimes she begins to cry in her sleep, and when I wake her she tells me she has been dreaming that she has seen Rosy.""I have had time to think of her," said Bettina."I have heard so much of these things.I was at school in Germany when Annie Butterfield and Baron von Steindahl were married.
I heard it talked about there, and then my mother sent me some American papers."She laughed a little, and for a moment her laugh did not sound like a girl's.
"Well, it's turned out badly enough," her father commented.
"The papers had plenty to say about it later.There wasn't much he was too good to do to his wife, apparently.""There was nothing too bad for him to do before he had a wife," said Bettina."He was black.It was an insolence that he should have dared to speak to Annie Butterfield.
Somebody ought to have beaten him."
"He beat her instead."
"Yes, and I think his family thought it quite natural.
They said that she was so vulgar and American that she exasperated Frederick beyond endurance.She was not geboren, that was it." She laughed her severe little laugh again.
"Perhaps we shall get tired in time," she added."I think we are learning.If it is made a matter of business quite open and aboveboard, it will be fair.You know, father, you always said that I was businesslike."There was interested curiosity in Vanderpoel's steady look at her.There were times when he felt that Betty's summing up of things was well worth listening to.He saw that now she was in one of her moods when it would pay one to hear her out.
She held her chin up a little, and her face took on a fine stillness at once sweet and unrelenting.She was very good to look at in such moments.
"Yes," he answered, "you have a particularly level head for a girl.""Well," she went on."What I see is that these things are not business, and they ought to be.If a man comes to a rich American girl and says, `I and my title are for sale.Will you buy us?' If the girl is--is that kind of a girl and wants that kind of man, she can look them both over and say, `Yes, I will buy you,' and it can be arranged.He will not return the money if he is unsatisfactory, but she cannot complain that she has been deceived.She can only complain of that when he pretends that he asks her to marry him because he wants her for his wife, because he would want her for his wife if she were as poor as himself.Let it be understood that he is property for sale, let her make sure that he is the kind of property she wants to buy.Then, if, when they are married, he is brutal or impudent, or his people are brutal or impudent, she can say, `Iwill forfeit the purchase money, but I will not forfeit myself.
I will not stay with you.' "
"They would not like to hear you say that, Betty," said her father, rubbing his chin reflectively.
"No," she answered."Neither the girl nor the man would like it, and it is their business, not mine.But it is practical and would prevent silly mistakes.It would prevent the girls being laughed at.It is when they are flattered by the choice made of them that they are laughed at.No one can sneer at a man or woman for buying what they think they want, and throwing it aside if it turns out a bad bargain."She had seated herself near her father.She rested her elbow slightly on the table and her chin in the hollow of her hand.
She was a beautiful young creature.She had a soft curving mouth, and a soft curving cheek which was warm rose.Taken in conjunction with those young charms, her next words had an air of incongruity.
"You think I am hard," she said."When I think of these things I am hard--as hard as nails.That is an Americanism, but it is a good expression.I am angry for America.If we are sordid and undignified, let us get what we pay for and make the others acknowledge that we have paid."She did not smile, nor did her father.Mr.Vanderpoel, on the contrary, sighed.He had a dreary suspicion that Rosy, at least, had not received what she had paid for, and he knew she had not been in the least aware that she had paid or that she was expected to do so.Several times during the last few years he had thought that if he had not been so hard worked, if he had had time, he would have seriously investigated the case of Rosy.But who is not aware that the profession of multimillionaire does not allow of any swerving from duty or of any interests requiring leisure?
"I wonder, Betty," he said quite deliberately, "if you know how handsome you are?""Yes," answered Bettina."I think so.And I am tall.It is the fashion to be tall now.It was Early Victorian to be little.The Queen brought in the `dear little woman,' and now the type has gone out.""They will come to look at you pretty soon," said Vanderpoel."What shall you say then?""I?" said Bettina, and her voice sounded particularly low and mellow."I have a little monomania, father.Some people have a monomania for one thing and some for another.
Mine is for NOT taking a bargain from the ducal remnant counter."
