A Great and Terrible Beauty
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"Can you believe that he brought me red carnations? Do you know what that means in the language of flowers? Admiration! 'I admire you,' That will certainly win a girl's heart." Pippa is tearing the carnations apart one by one and sprinkling the colorful carnage over the cave floor.
"I think carnations are rather nice," Ann says.
"I'm only seventeen! My season has barely begun. I intend to enjoy it, not be married off to the first poxy old barrister with money." Pippa rips away the rest of the carnation in her hand, revealing a naked, nubby stalk.
I haven't said a word. I'm still smarting from that nasty letter this afternoon and the fact that Felicity is wearing one of Pippa's new gloves while Pippa wears the other, like badges of their friendship.
"Why is she in such a hurry to see you married?" Ann asks.
"She doesn't want anyone to know" Pippa stops, stricken.
"Doesn't want anyone to know what?" I ask.
"What they're getting before it's too late." She tosses the flower stem to the ground.
I have no idea what she means. Pippa is beautiful. And her family may be merchant class but they are well-to-do and respectable. Other than being vain, obnoxious, and subject to romantic delusions, she's all right.
"What do you do when you're with a suitor?" Ann asks. She makes little xs in the dirt with a beheaded carnation.
Pippa sighs. "Oh, it's generally the same. You have to fawn over them. After they bore you to tears with some story about a legal case they argued, you have to lower your eyes and say something like 'My, I had no idea the law could be so fascinating, Mr. Bumble. But when you put it that way, why, it's just like reading a novel!"
We fall over laughing. "No! You didn't say that!" Felicity howls.
Pippa is losing her mopey air. "Oh, yes, I did! And how do you like this one." She bats her lashes and adopts a sweet, shy demeanor. "Well, perhaps I could manage just one chocolate"
This has me laughing in spite of myself. We all know Pippa is a secret glutton.
Felicity runs just out of the carnation's reach. "Oh, yes, you are going to marry him! He's called on you four times now. I'll bet your mother's planning the wedding even as we speak!"
"No," Felicity says quickly. "No, it was a bad joke, that's all."
"I want to marry my true love. I know it's silly, but I can't help it."
Pippa looks so small suddenly, sitting there among her strewn petals, that I've almost forgotten how angry I am. I've never been able to hold a grudge anyway.
Felicity tilts Pippa's chin upward with a finger. "And you will. Now, let's call this meeting to order. Pip, why don't you administer the sacrament?"
She brings out the whiskey again. I groan inwardly. But when it comes my way, I take my poison and find it's not so bad if you take small sips. This time, I drink only till I feel warm and light, not beyond.
"We must have a reading from the diary of our sister, Mary Dowd. Gemma, will you do the honors this evening?" With a bow Felicity hands the diary to me. I clear my throat and begin:
"March 21, 1871
"Today we stood among the Runes of the Oracle. Under Eugenia's guidance, we touched our fingers to them for an instant, receiving the magic. The sensation was overpowering. It was as if we could feel each other's very thoughts, as if we were one and the same."
Felicity raises an eyebrow. "Sounds naughty. Mary and Sarah are probably Sapphists."
"What on earth is a Sapphist?" Pippa is already bored. She's twirling the ends of her black ringlets round her ungloved finger, trying to achieve a more perfect curl.
"Must I tell you everything?" Felicity scoffs.
I have no idea what a Sapphist is either, but I'm not about to ask now.
"From the Greek Sappho, a lady poet who enjoyed the love of other women."
Pippa stops twirling. "Whatever is the matter with that?"
Felicity lowers her head and gives Pippa a baleful look. "Sapphists prefer the love of women to men."