Katherine had schemed and success was hers, but this unlooked-for achievement struck her like a dagger3 and made triumph bitter.
Fate had played for her; Fate and not she was the heroine. Katherine felt herself struck down from her masterly eminence4, saw herself reduced to a miserable5 position, a tool with the other tools—Peter and Hilda.
To see Hilda thus was an undreamed-of shattering of ideals and pierced even her own humiliation6, for Katherine almost unconsciously had looked up to Hilda. She was to use her, play her game with her, but for Hilda’s own advantage; she, not Fate, was to put her in Peter’s arms, unspotted and innocent of the combinations that had led her there. All Katherine’s plans in England had prospered7 and, in Paris, a nobly frank part awaited her. Avowal8 to Peter of incompatibility9, her generous perception of his love for Hilda—a brave, manlike part—to which she had looked forward as to an atonement for the ulterior motives10. And Katherine had almost persuaded herself that there would be little acting11 needed. Had she not seen, guessed, the truth? Had the truth not pained her, humiliated12 her? Had she not risen finely above her pain and wished them happiness? In moments of self-scorn, the ulterior motives, her own cautious look before leaping, had filled her with impatient scorchings, and Katherine could scorch13 herself as well as others in the pitiless flame of clear-sighted analysis. But was her own rebellion from the irksome standards of a higher nature—a rebellion that had carried her into such opposition14 as to fall below herself to a hard matter-of-fact ambition, touched with a sense of revenge upon her own disappointment,—was that rebellion, that ambition, so base, so pitiful?
Perhaps even the clearest analysis becomes sophistical if carried too far, and Katherine found excuses that explained for herself. But now all was base, all pitiful, and she, in contrast with Hilda’s fall, had risen. On this lowered platform, the advantage was hers, terribly hers, and it was good, good to lose self-scorn in her scorn for them.
She laid down her wrap on a table and began to slowly draw off her gloves.
“My return was inopportune.” The icy steadiness of her voice pleased her own sense of fitness. “Or opportune15?” She directed her eyes upon Odd, and indeed his attitude assumed all the ignobility16 of the situation. He welcomed responsibility; to heap shame upon his own head was all he prayed for. With a kind of desperate sincerity17 he kept his arm around Hilda, and almost defiantly18 he had placed himself before her; he felt that Hilda’s look of frozen horror gave him the advantage.
“Opportune, Katherine,” he said; “now at least I shall not have to lie to you. You can see the whole extent of my baseness.”
“Such sudden baseness too. How long have we been engaged?”
It was good to turn on him those daggers19 of her own humiliation; to feel his disloyalty justify21 hers, nay22, more than justify, give absolution, for she had not been disloyal, thinking he loved her.
“Katherine,” said Odd, “I can only beg you to believe that I have struggled—for your sake, for her sake. Until this evening I thought that neither of you would ever know the truth.”
This bracketing of Hilda’s injury with hers stank23 in Katherine’s nostrils24. She controlled a quivering rage that ran through her, and, speaking a little more slowly for the tension she put upon herself—
“I can imagine no greater humiliation than the one you were so chivalrously25 preparing for me,” she said. “Marriage with an unloving man! I can imagine nothing more insulting. I deserved the truth from you, and how dared you think of degrading me by withholding27 it?” The white indignation of her own words almost impressed Katherine with their sincerity. She had seen the truth, and Peter’s futile28 efforts to withhold26 it from her had filled her with an almost kindly29 scorn for his stupidity. But in the light of his present relapse from fidelity30, the retrospect31 grew lurid32.
“Katherine,” said Odd gloomily, “I would not so have insulted you after this. As long as I kept my secret there would have been no insult.”
“I think I should have preferred the jilting before. You might have waited, Peter.”
Until now Katherine had steadily33 kept her eyes on Odd, and there had been growing in her a certain sense of loss, most illogical, most painful. Hilda had won, and she had never gained. Katherine hardly knew for jealousy34 the sudden desire for vengeance35 as she turned her eyes upon her sister.
“So at last your long fidelity has been rewarded, Hilda,” she said.
Hilda’s wild wide gaze, her parted lips of mute agony, gave her the stricken look of a miserable animal with the fangs36 of a pack of hounds at its throat. Odd sickened at the sight; it maddened him too, and long resentments37, long kept under, sprang up fierce and indifferent to cruelty.
“Katherine, say anything—anything you will to me,” and Odd’s voice broke a little as he spoke38, “but not one word to her! Not one word! It comes badly from you, Katherine, badly; for you have played the vampire39 with the rest of them! This child has given you all her very life.” He held Hilda to him as he spoke; his look, his gesture those of a man driven to fury by the hint of an attack on his best beloved; and Katherine, her head bent40, looked at them both from under her straight eyebrows41, breathing quickly.
“Her life has been one long self-immolation. It was too much for me this evening. I realized what she had never told me, the past years and this past month of drudgery42 and loneliness and insult! She nursed your mother; she did the work of the servants you and your father took with you; she earned the money for the bare necessaries of life—you and your father having the luxuries; she bore insult, as I said. And once, and once only, I saw her crushed, and like the brute43 I am, like the dastard44 I am, I too joined the ranks of the egotists, I too heaped misery45 upon her; I told her I loved her, and I took her into my arms as you saw us.”
“Yes; as I see you.” Katharine’s very lips were white.
Hilda gave a sudden start and almost roughly she thrust Odd away; the terror on her face had hardened to that look of resolution; Odd remembered it. From the very extremity46 of anguish47 she passed to the extremity of self-control.
“Katherine,” she said, “he is trying to shield me. It did not happen like that. I told him that I loved him. I told him that I had always loved him.”
“Oh! did you?” said Katherine, with a withered48 little laugh.
“My child!” cried poor Odd, a horrid49 sense of helplessness before this assumption of incredible humiliation half paralyzing him—“my child, what are you saying? What madness!”
“I am not mad, I am saying the truth. I told you that I loved you.”
“In reply to an avowal of love on my part, a love you misunderstood. You know, as I knew when you spoke, that the affection you owned so finely, so nobly, so purely50, was the child’s love, the love of the loyal sister for her friend, the love of an angel.”
“I am not sure,” said Hilda.
“Oh!” cried Odd, looking at her with savage51 tenderness, “this is unbearable52.”
It was as if they had forgotten, each in the mutual53 justification54 of the other, Katherine standing55 there a silent spectator.
But Odd was conscious of that outraging56 contemplation.
“Hilda,” he said appealingly and yet sternly, “at the very height of your trust in me I betrayed it. Your nobility had reached its climax57. I had kissed you and you retreated, but without a shadow of doubt; and I, from the base wish to try your trust to the utmost, said that I loved you. You never faltered58 from your innocent outlook in replying; it was I who saw the truth, not you.”
“Katherine,” Hilda repeated, “he is trying to shield me. We are both base, yes; but I forced him to baseness. I longed for him to love me, and when he took me in his arms, I was glad.”
“Good God!” cried Peter.
Katherine averted59 her eyes from her sister’s face.
“I must own, Peter,” she said, “that your position was difficult. Hilda evidently painted the pathos60 of her life to you in most touching61 colors—she herself very white on the background of our black depravity. That in itself is enough to shake a rather emotional heart like yours. And then, Hilda being very beautiful, and you not a Galahad I fear, she confesses her love for you, retreating delicately before your kisses. Of course those kisses she received as platonic62 pledges—from the man engaged to her sister. Trying for the man, very; I quite recognize it. Under such tempting63 circumstances the struggle for loyalty20 and honor must have been difficult. As you could hardly solve the difficulty, she solved it for you, very effectually, very courageously64. When you took her in your arms—how often we repeat that phrase—the ‘truth’ at last flashed upon you. Even devoted65 friendship could hardly account for such yielding unconventionality, and Hilda’s hidden love won the day.”
During these remarks, Odd felt himself shaking with rage. If Katherine had been a man he would have knocked her down; as it was, his voice was the equivalent of a blow as he said, clenching66 his hand on the back of a chair—
“You despicable creature!”
He and Katherine glared at one another.
“Only the higher nature can put itself so hideously68 in the power of the lower,” Odd went on; “and you dare!”
“No, no; all she says may be true!” moaned Hilda. She dropped upon the sofa and hid her face in her hands, adding brokenly: “And how can you be so cruel? so cruel to her? She loves you too!”
Katherine turned savagely69 upon her sister, and then, impulse nipped by quick reflection—
“You need not allow for a woman’s jealousy, Mr. Odd. Don’t, no indeed you must not, flatter yourself with my broken heart. I don’t like humiliation for myself or for others. I don’t like to scorn my sister whom I trusted, whom I loved. I could have killed the person who had told me this of her! My humiliation, my scorn, make me too bitter for charity. But I give you back your word without one regret for myself. You have killed my love very effectually.”
“Was there ever much to kill, Katherine?”
“That is ignoble70, quite as ignoble as I could predict of you. Hilda’s lesson must necessarily make the past look pale.”
“I can only hope that you do yourself an injustice71 by such base speeches, Katherine.”
“Your example has been contagious72.”
“Let me think so by proving yourself more worthy73 than you seem. Ask your sister’s forgiveness—as I ask yours—humbly. She has not feared humiliation.”
“I do not find myself in a position to fear or accept it. I found Hilda in the dust, and I cannot forgive her for having fallen there. Her poor confession74 was no atonement. And now, Mr. Odd, I make an exit more apropos75 than my entrance, and leave you with her.” Katherine took up her wrap and walked out without looking again at Hilda.
“And I have done this,” said Odd. Hilda lay motionless, her face upon her arms, and he approached her. There was a strange effect of no Hilda at all under the heavy folds of the gown; in the dark it glimmered76 with a vacant whiteness; it was as though the cruel words had beaten away her body and her soul.
“Hilda!” said Odd, broken-heartedly, hesitating as he paused beside her, not daring to touch the still figure. “Hilda!” he repeated; “if only you will forgive me; if only you will own that it is I, I only who need forgiveness, and unsay those mad words that gave her the power! Oh! that she should have had the power! She has made remorse77 impossible!” Odd added, addressing himself rather than Hilda, whose silence offered no hint of sympathy.
“Why did you put yourself under her feet and make me powerless?” he asked; “you know that your gentle reticence78 had for months kept my love in check; you knew that had I kept at your level, you would have never realized that you loved me.” He bent above her and kissed her hand. “Precious one! Dearest, dearest child.”
“Oh, don’t!” said Hilda. She drew her hand away, not lifting her head. “Her heart is broken. I am all that she said.”
“Her heart is not broken!” cried Odd, in rather desperate accents. “I could swear to it! She is a cruel, heartless girl!”
“What would you have asked of her? You were cruel to her.”
“I am glad of it.” And as Hilda made no reply to this statement, he stooped to her again, imploring79: “Will you not look at me? Look up, dearest; tell me again that you love me.”
“I am already in the dust,” said Hilda, after a pause.
“You shall not sink to a morbid80 acceptance of that venom81!” cried Odd; he took her by the shoulders with almost a suggestion of shaking her. “Sit up. Listen to me,” he said, raising her and looking down at her stricken face, his hands on her shoulders. “I have loved you passionately82 for months. She was right in one thing; I had better have told her, not have fumbled84 with that fatally misplaced idea of honor. You may have loved me, but I was as unconscious of it as you were. To-day you were worn out, terrified, miserable. Just see it with one grain of common charity, of common sense, psychology85, physiology86 if you will, for you are ill, wretchedly weak and off balance, my darling child!” Odd added, sitting down beside her; and he would have drawn87 her to him, but Hilda repeated—
“Don’t.”
“You felt my pity, my sympathy,” Odd went on, holding her hands. “You felt my love, poor little one, unconsciously. You turned to me like the child you were and are. You were starving for kindness, consolation—for love—you came to your friend, the friend you trusted, and you found more than a friend. The love you owned so beautifully was a truth too high for the hearer.”
“Oh! I did not dream that you loved me. I did not dream that I loved you!” Hilda wailed88 suddenly.
“Thank God that you own to that!” Odd ejaculated.
“That does not clear me,” she retorted. “No, no; I was a fool. You, the man engaged to my sister! I should have felt the danger, the disloyalty of your interest. I was a fool not to feel it! And that appeal I made to you—it was no more or less that sickening self-pity, that dastardly whine89 over my own pathos, that morbid sentimentality! I see it all, all! I was trying to make you care for me, love me. I suppose crimes are usually committed by people off balance physically90, but crimes are crimes, and I am wicked. I hate myself!” she sobbed91, bending again her face upon her hands.
“Hilda,” said Odd, trying to speak calmly and reasonably, “you could not have tried to make me fond of you, since I had plainly proved to you for months that I adored you. You complain! You gain pity! When your cold little air of impersonality92 blinded even my eyes; when only my love for you gave me the instinctive93 uneasiness that led me, step by step—you retreating before me—to the final realizations94; and final they are not, I could swear to it! Ah! some day, Hilda, some day I shall get at the real truth. I shall worm it from you. You shall be forced to tell me all that you have suffered.” Hilda interrupted him with an “Oh!” from between clenched95 teeth.
“Katherine was right,” she said, “I have painted myself in pathetic colors. What a prig! What an egotist!” Her voice trembled on its low note of passionate83 self-scorn.
“An egotist!” Odd burst into a loud laugh. “That caps the climax. Come, Hilda,” he added, “don’t be too utterly96 ridiculous. Facts are, happily, still facts; your toiling97 youth and utter sacrifice among them. As I say, I haven’t yet sounded the depths of your self-renunciation, and, as I say, some day you will tell me, my Hilda; my brave, splendid, unconscious little child.” Odd put his arms around her as he spoke, but Hilda’s swift uprising from them had a lightning-like decision.
“You dare speak so to me! After this! After our baseness! You dare to speak of some day? There will never be any day for us—together.”
“I say there will be, Hilda.”
“You think that I could ever forget my sister’s misery; my shame and yours?”
“You are raving98, my poor child. I think that common sense will win the day.”
“That is a placid99 term for such degradation100.”
“I see no degradation in a love that can rise above a hideous67 mistake.”
“You will find that hideous mistakes are things that cling. You can’t mend a broken heart by marching over it.”
“One may avoid breaking another.”
“You make me scorn you. I am ashamed of loving you. Yes; there is the bitterest shame of all. I love you and I despise you. You are nothing that I thought you. You are weak, and cruel, and mean.”
“You, Hilda, are only cruel—unutterably cruel,” said Odd brokenly.
“I never wish to see you again.” Hilda stared with dilated101 eyes into his eyes of pitiful appeal. “You have robbed my life of the little it had; you have robbed me of self-respect.”
“Shall I leave you, Hilda?”
“You have broken her heart, and you have broken mine. Yes, leave me.”
“Good-bye,” said Odd. He walked towards the door like a man stabbed to the heart, and half-unconscious.
“Peter!” cried Hilda, in a hard voice. He turned towards her. She was standing in the middle of the room looking at him with the same fixed102 and dilated eyes.
“What is it, my child?” Odd asked gently.
“Kiss me good-bye!”
He came to her, and she held out her arms. They clasped one another.
“Must I leave you?” he asked, in a stammering103 voice.
“Yes, yes, yes. Kiss me.”
He bent his head and their lips met. Hilda unclasped her arms and moved away from him, and he made no attempt to keep her. Looking at her with a characteristic mingling104 of suffering and rather grimly emphatic105 humor, he said—
“I will wait.”
And turning away, he walked out of the room.
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