They were all much alike: if you knew how to get round one kind, you knew how to win over the other; there was a merely negligible difference in the mode of attack. You appealed to their sympathies, or to their sentiments, or their appetites, and if these failed you appealed to their pride in their self-assumed r?le of the protectors.
It was no great trick, once you had made yourself mistress of it.
By this route Joan achieved the feat5 of looking down on Matthias; and that was not wholesome6 for the girl, leaving her world destitute7 of a single human soul that commanded her respect.
She had needed only to stir up his jealousy8 of Marbridge and his innate9 chivalry10....
As if she didn't know what Arlington's companies were like! The facts were notorious; nobody troubled to blink them; Arlington's employees least of all. It wasn't their business to blink the facts; a girl without following had as little chance of securing a place in one of his choruses as a girl without a pretty figure.
But, of course, a handsome girl with a good figure....
Joan glanced in a shop window, en passant; but she saw nothing of the display of wares11. The plate glass made a darkling mirror for the passers-by: Joan could see that her refurbished travelling suit fitted her becomingly, even though it was a trifle passé.
She hurried home and changed it, and hurried forth12 again to keep an appointment with Hubert Fowey.
They dined at a pretentious13 hotel, in an "Orange Garden" whose false moonlight and tinkling14, artificial fountain manufactured an alluring15 simulacrum of romantic night, despite the incessant16 activities of a ragtime-bitten orchestra and the inability of the ventilating system to infuse a hint of coolness into the heavy, superheated air.
Joan had little appetite—the day had been too over-poweringly hot—but she was very thirsty; and Fowey provided a brand of champagne17 less sweet and heady than she would have chosen, and consequently more insinuative.
During the meal Billy Salute18 appeared at a table across the room and invisible to Fowey, whose back was toward it, but still not far enough removed to prevent Joan from recognizing that look in the dancer's eyes which she resented so angrily. She didn't once look at the man; but she never quite lost sight of him, and was well aware that he was ridiculing19 Fowey to his companion—an actor, by many an indication, but a stranger to Joan.
Provoked, she demonstrated her contempt of Salute by flirting20 outrageously21 with Fowey. Unconscious of her motive22, that aspiring23 little dramatic author lost his head to some extent. Now and again his voice trembled when he spoke24 to her, and once he mumbled25 something about marriage, but checked at discretion27, and let his words trail off inarticulately.
Joan was not to be denied.
"What did you say?" she demanded, with her most distracting smile.
"Oh, nothing of any importance," muttered Fowey, his face reddening.
"But you did say something. I only caught part of it. Hubert, I want to know!"
It was the first time she had used his given name.
"I—I only wondered if you were married," he stammered28. "You talk so cursed little about yourself!"
"Does it matter?" she parried, surrender in her eyes.
He choked and gulped29 on his champagne.
"But you're not, are you?" he persisted.
"What's that to you?"
He hesitated and changed the subject, fearful lest his tongue compromise him.
"What shall we do now? Don't say a roof garden. Let's get out of this infernal smother30. I vote for a taxi ride to Manhattan Beach."
Joan assented31.
Leaving, they passed Salute's table. Joan gave the dancer a distant and chilling greeting, and swept haughtily32 past, ignoring his offer to rise. The insolent33 irony34 of his eyes was incredibly offensive to her. They said: "I am waiting, I am patient, I make no effort, I am inevitable35."
She swore in her soul that she would prove them wrong.
In the taxicab Fowey made some slighting reference to the dancer.
"He's the devil!" Joan declared with profound conviction.
But she wouldn't explain her reasons for so naming him.
When occasion offered, in the more shadowed stretches of their course to the sea, Fowey attempted to kiss her. But she would have none of him then, fending37 him off by main strength and raillery; and she was pleased with the discovery that she was stronger than he. Yet another evidence of the inferiority of man!
At the beach, Fowey ordered a claret cup. Joan demanded an ice and drank sparingly; but when again in the motor-car, homeward-bound, she was abruptly38 smitten39 with amazement40 to find herself in Fowey's arms, submitting to his kisses if not returning them.
For a time she remained so and let him talk love to her.
It was pleasant, to be—wanted....
Arrived at the little flat, she had to prevent Fowey's following her in, again by main strength, slamming the door in his face.
Bolting the door, she turned to a mirror "to see what a fright she must have looked." But it seemed a radiant vision that smiled back at her.
She thought hazily41 of Hubert Fowey.
"That kid!" she murmured, not altogether in contempt, but almost compassionately42.
It was a shame to tease him so....
Not until the next day, that dawned upon her consciousness amid the thunders of a splitting headache, did she appreciate how far the affair had gone.
Penitent43, she vowed44 reformation. She wasn't going to let any man think he could make a fool of her, much less that conceited45 little whippersnapper.
As it happened, she didn't see the amateur dramatist again for some days. He, too, had vowed reformation, and on much the same moral grounds.
Her appointment with Matthias, for Wednesday at four, Joan failed to keep. And since that was her own affair, and since she had not left him her address, Matthias kept to himself the word that he had for her and, in accordance with his original intention, boarded the Bar Harbor Express that same evening, and forgot New York for upwards46 of ten weeks.
It had rained all day Tuesday, and Wednesday was overcast47 but dry and, by contrast with what had been, cool. Dressing48 for her interview with Matthias, Joan donned a summery gown of lawn, liberally inset with lacework over her shoulders and bosom49: a frock for the country-house or the seashore, never for the Broadway pavements. None the less it was quite too pretty to be wasted on Matthias alone. She set out to keep her appointment with an hour to spare, purposing to employ the interval50 by running, at leisure, the gauntlet of masculine admiration51 on Broadway as far south as Thirty-eighth Street. For this expedition she would have preferred company; but Hattie, having looked her over, announced that she couldn't dress up to Joan's style, didn't mean to try, and didn't care to be used as a foil; furthermore, it was much more sensible to loaf round the flat in little or no clothing at all, and read up on Pinero.
From the Astor Theatre corner Joan struck across Broadway to the eastern sidewalk, chiefly to avoid the throng52 of loungers in front of the Bryant Building: it is good to be admired, but Joan had little taste for the form of admiration that becomes vocal53 at once intimately and publicly.
Half-way down the New York Theatre Building block, she turned abruptly and scuttled54 like a frightened quail55 into the lobby, from the back of which, turning, she was able to see, without being seen by, Quard.
Brief as the term of their dissociation was, in mere4 point of elapsed time, Joan had so completely divorced herself from her husband that she was actually beginning to forget him; physically56 no less than mentally she was beginning to forget him. An outcast from her life, he no longer had any real existence in her world. By some curious freak of sophistry57 she had even managed to persuade herself she was never to see him again. Thus it seemed the most staggering shock she had ever experienced, to recognize the man's head and shoulders looming58 above the throng before the entrance to the moving-picture show, just south of the lobby to the New York Theatre proper.
But Quard hadn't seen her. He was with companions, a brace59 of vaudeville60 actors whom Joan knew through him. But while she waited for them to pass, two other friends accosted61 the three, directly before the lobby entrance, and they paused to exchange greetings. Quard slapped both newcomers on their shoulders, and kept his hand on the last he slapped, bending forward and engaging their interest with some intimate bit of ribaldry. He had been drinking—Joan saw that much at a glance—not heavily, but enough to render his good-fellowship boisterous62.
Otherwise he looked well. He was hardly to be identified with that sodden63 wreck64 which had been brought from the Barbary Coast back to the woman he had insulted and abused. His colour was good, his poise65 assured. He was wearing new clothing—a loud shepherd's-plaid effect which Joan couldn't possibly have forgotten. No one could possibly have forgotten it. And he had acquired a dashing Panama hat which at least looked genuine at that slight distance. Useless to have wasted pity on the man: he had fallen, but not far, and he had fallen on his feet.
Joan eyed him with fear, despair, and loathing66.
Had he come to render New York too small to contain them both?
She skulked67 in the farthest corner of the lobby, in shadows, not quite round the corner of the elevator shaft—where she could just see and ran least risk of being seen—and waited. But the group on the sidewalk seemed to have settled down to a protracted68 session. When Quard had finished talking, and the laughter had quieted down, another fixed69 the attention of the group with a second anecdote70, of what nature Joan could well surmise71.
Of course, it was only a question of time before Quard would propose a drink.
Then she would be free to proceed to her appointment.
But through some oversight72 the suggestion remained temporarily in abeyance73; and Joan was unlucky in that none of the policemen appeared, who are assigned to the business of keeping actors moving in that neighbourhood.
After a minute or two Quard shifted his position so that he could, by simply lifting his eyes, have looked directly into the lobby.
At this Joan turned in desperation and entered the cage of an elevator, which happened just then to be waiting with an open gate.
There were several theatrical74 enterprises with offices on one of the upper floors: no reason why Joan shouldn't wait in one of these until it would be safe to venture forth again. There was Arlington's, for instance.
Joan's was no strange figure there. She had long since made several attempts to see Arlington or one of his lieutenants75; but her professional cards, borne in to them by a disillusioned76 office-boy, had educed77 no other response than "Mist' Arlington says they's nothin' doin' just' present."
But it was as good a place as any for Joan's purpose, and there could be no harm trying again.
The same world-weary boy received her card when she entered the suite78 of offices. He considered it, and Joan as well, dispassionately.
"Whoja wanna see?" he mumbled with patent effort.
Joan's prettiest smile was apparently79 wasted upon the temperament80 of an anchorite.
"Mr. Arlington, please."
The boy offered to return the card: "He ain't in."
"That's what you always tell me."
"He ain't never in."
"Very well," said Joan sweetly: "I'll wait."
The boy started to say something pointed81, hesitated, regarded her with dull suspicion, and suddenly enquired82:
"Whaja wanna see 'm 'bout26?"
"A matter of private business."
"Ah," drawled the boy with infinite disgust, "tha's what they all say!" An embittered83 grimace84 shaped upon his soiled face. "Lis'n!" he said, almost affably—"if yuh'll think up a good one, I'll fetch this inta his sec't'ry. Now cud anythin' be fairer 'n that?"
"I'll go you," Joan retorted, falling in with his spirit. "Tell him a friend of Mr. Marbridge's wants to see him."
She esteemed85 this a rather brilliant bit of diplomacy86, and at the same time considered herself stupid not to have thought of it before. But it failed to move the office-boy. His head signalled a negative.
"Havta do better'n that," he announced. "If I fell for ev'ry wren87 what claims she's a nintimate frien' of Mista Marbridge—"
"But I am a friend of his—truly I am!" Joan insisted warmly.
The boy rammed88 a hand into a trouser's-pocket. "Betcha—" he began; but reconsidered. "Yuh never can tell 'bout a skirt," he reminded himself audibly. "But, jus' to prove I'm a sport, I'll go yuh."
Motioning Joan through the door of the reception room, he shambled off with an air of questioning his own sanity89.
The reception room was perhaps thirty feet long by fifteen wide: an interior room, lighted, and none too well, by electricity, ventilated, when at all, through the doorways90 of adjoining offices. A row of cane-seated chairs was aligned91 against the inner wall. In the middle of the floor stood a broad and substantial table of oak; it was absolutely bare. Here and there a few unhappy lithographs92, yellowing "life-size" photographs of dead or otherwise extinguished stars, and a framed play-bill or two of Arlington's earlier ventures, decorated the dingy93 drab wall. There was no floor-covering of any description.
In this room herded94 some two-score people of the stage, waiting hopefully for interviews that were, as a rule, granted to not more than one applicant95 in ten: a heterogeneous96 assemblage, owning a single characteristic in common: whenever, at the far end of the room, the door opened leading to the offices of the management, every head turned that way, and every voice was hushed in reverence97.
Yet it was seldom that the door disclosed anything more unique than a second office-boy, even more dejected than the first, who, peering through, would, after examining the card in his hand for the name of the applicant, painfully recite some stereotyped98 phrase worn smooth—"Mista Brown? Y'ur party says t' come back next week!" "Miss Holman? Y'ur party's went out 'n' won't be back th'safternoon!" "Miss Em'rson? Mista Arlington says ever'thin's full up just'present. Call 'n ag'in!" or more infrequently: "Mista Grayson's t' step in, please...."
Joan found a vacant chair.
She had no hope whatever of being admitted to the Presence, despite the unexpected condescension99 of the office-boy. Marbridge's name might prove the Open Sesame; but she doubted that vaguely100: "it wouldn't be her if that happened!"
The atmosphere was stifling101 with heat complicated by stale human breath and the reek102 of perfumery, all stratified with layers of tobacco smoke which entered over the transoms of the communicating offices. Above the muted murmurings of the unemployed's apprehensive103 voices could be heard the brisk chattering104 of two or three type-writing machines; and telephone bells rang incessantly105, near and far, one taking up the tune106 as soon as another ended. The throng of applicants107 shuffled108 their feet uneasily, expectantly, morosely109.
Joan was so uncomfortable and oppressed that she was tempted36 to rise and go without waiting for the discounted answer. Only dread110 of encountering Quard restrained her. The longer she delayed, the slighter the chance of finding him still in front of the theatre....
Her thoughts drifted into reverie dully coloured with misgivings111. She thought of Charlie Quard as a bird of ill-omen whose appearance could presage112 nothing but suffering and disaster; ignoring altogether the truth, that through his good offices alone, however tainted113 with self-interest, she had been suffered to enter into the profession whose ranks she had elected to adorn114; with that other truth, that she owed him for the clothing she wore, the food she ate, the very roof that sheltered her—and meant never to repay....
The voice of the second office-boy chanted her name twice before she heard it.
"Miss Thursd'y?... Miss Joan Thursd'y?"
Joan started to her feet.
"Yes—?"
"Th' party you ast for says please t' step this way!"
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n. (机器振动发出的)咔嗒声,(鸟等)鸣,啁啾 adj. 喋喋不休的,啾啾声的 动词chatter的现在分词形式 | |
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