Mr. Jones returned home every afternoon at precisely7 the same hour, and to-day, having “smartened up,” was sitting in a leather chair near the window with a finance review in his hand, when Ishbel entered. He did not rise, but asked her if she felt better, indicated a chair opposite his own, and waited for her to begin. She should have her ruby, or whatever it was she wanted, but not until she was properly humble8 and asked for it.
Ishbel smiled into those eyes that always reminded her of shoe buttons, and said sweetly, “I was horrid9, of course, last night?—”
“You were. And it was extremely unpleasant for me at the ball. Nobody addressed me except to ask where you were. I felt like a keeper minus his performing bear.” His tone was not without bitterness.
“I am so sorry. But I could not go. I wanted to think.”
“Think? Why on earth should you think? You have nothing to think about; merely to spend money and look beautiful.”
Ishbel smiled again, showing her dimples. There was not an edge of her inflexible11 will visible in the beautiful hazel eyes that she turned full upon him. “Well, the fact remains12 that I did think. And this is the result: I wish to earn my living.”
His jaw13 dropped. He thought she had lost her mind.
“It is quite true, and I mean to do it. I find I don’t like living on any one. We’ve never pretended to love each other. If we did—well, I think I should have felt the same way a little later. As it is, I don’t find it nice, living on you?—”
“You’re my wife!” thundered Mr. Jones. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“I’ve no right to be your wife—”
“You’ve been a damned long time finding it out—”
“Five years. Bridgit says I have an Irish imagination. I’ve worked it persistently14 for five years, and worked it to death. I not only persuaded myself that I was doing you a tremendous service, but that I was entirely15 happy in being young and having all the luxuries and pleasures and gayeties that youth demands. I am only twenty-four. Five years in one’s first youth is not so long a time for delusion16 to last?—”
“Have you fallen in love?”
“Not for more than three hours at a time. Somehow, you all fall short, one way or another. I think I have fallen in love with myself. At all events I want an individual place in the world, and, as the world is at present constituted, the only people that are really respected are those that either inherit fortunes or abstract the largest amount of money from other people. Even birth is going out of fashion. It doesn’t weigh a feather in the scale against money.”
“You’re talking like a lunatic. I couldn’t have got into society with all my millions without you, or some one else born with a marketable title, and you know it.” Mr. Jones was so astonished that only plain facts lighted the chaos17 of his mind.
“All the same you are far more respected than my poor old father, who is a lineal descendant of the O’Neil. Even if people did not respect you personally,—and of course they do,—they all respect you far more than they do me. Who would look at me if I had married one of your clerks—birth or no birth? And who regards me, as it is, but anything more than one of your best investments? I am useful to you and pay my way, but I’m of no earthly importance as an individual. I haven’t even as good a position as Bridgit, who inherited a fortune, although a bagatelle18 compared to yours?—”
“Is that what you’re after—a slice of my fortune in your own right?”
“No, I only want enough to start me in business, and I shall pay it back?—”
“I’ll have you put in a lunatic asylum19. What business do you fancy you could make a go in? Mine?”
“No. The French bourgeoisie are about the only people that have solved the sex problem: every woman in the shop-keeping class, at least, is her husband’s working partner. But financial brains are not indigenous20 to my class. If I had one, I’d make myself useful to you in the only way that counts, and charge you high for my services. But as it is, I’m going to do the one thing I happen to be fitted for—I’m going to be a milliner.”
“A milliner!” roared Mr. Jones. His face was purple. It was all very well to assume that his butterfly had gone mad; he had a hideous21 premonition that she was in earnest and as sane22 as he was. In fact, he felt on the verge23 of lunacy himself. He could hear his house of cards rattling24 about him.
“Yes,” said Ishbel, smiling at him, as she had always smiled when asking him to invite another of her sisters to visit them. “I can trim hats beautifully. My hats are noted26 in London?—”
“They ought to be. The bills that come from those Paris robbers?—”
“I retrim every hat I get from the best of them. And I’ve pulled to pieces the hats of some of the richest of my friends. They will all patronize me. I shan’t rob them, and I have at least fifty ideas for this season that will be original without being bizarre—hats that will suit individual faces and not be duplicated. Oh, I know that I have a positive genius for millinery!”
The purple fell from Mr. Jones’s face, leaving it pallid27. He stared at her, not only in consternation28, but in deeper perplexity than he had ever felt in his life. Probably there is no state of the masculine mind so amusing to the disinterested29 outsider as the chaos into which it is thrown by some unexpected revelation of woman’s divergence30 from the pattern. It has only been during those long periods of the world’s history, as Bridgit and Ishbel had discovered, when men were at war, that women, poor, even in their castles, with every faculty31 strained to feed and rear their children, and no society of any sort, often without education, have given men the excuse to regard them as inferior beings—physical prowess at such times being the standard. But men have had so many rude awakenings that their continued blindness can only be explained by the fact that a large percentage of women, while no idler and lazier than many men, have been able to flourish as parasites32 through the accident of their sex. During every period of comparative peace and plenty, women of another caliber33 have shown themselves tyrannous, active, exorbitant34 in their demands, and mentally as alert as men. If they disappeared periodically, it was only because they had not fully25 found themselves, had exercised their abilities to no definite end. A recent German psychologist, one of the maddest and most ingenious, discovered something portentous35 in such periodicity as he took note of: the prominence36 of woman in the tenth, fifteenth, and sixteenth centuries, and again in the nineteenth and twentieth, assuming it to be the result of an excess of hermaphrodite and sexually intermediate forms, a state of affairs not unknown in the vegetable kingdom. Therefore, must woman’s periodic revolt mean nothing more than a biological phenomenon.
This theory would furnish food for much uneasiness were it not that the philosopher overlooked, deliberately37 or otherwise, the fact that woman’s star has flamed at some period or other in nearly every century, and that these periods have coincided with man’s ingenuous38 elevation39 of her to gratify his vanity while his chests were full and his weapons idle. Since the beginning of time, so far as we have any record of it, women have sprung to the top the moment that peace permitted wealth, leisure, and servants; and so far from their success being due to abnormality, their progress and development have been steadily40 cumulative41. To-day, for the first time, they are highly enough developed to take their places beside men in politics, know themselves well enough to hold on, not drop the reins42 the moment the world’s conditions demand the physical activities of the fighting sex.
Although the great Woman’s Suffrage43 movement was, for the moment, in the rear of the world’s problems, thousands of women in England and America were thinking of little else, planning and working quietly, awaiting their leader. This psychological wave had washed over Ishbel’s sensitive brain and done its work quite as thoroughly44 as if she had gone to Manchester and sat at the feet of Dr. Pankhurst. It is the fashion to give Ibsen the credit of the revolt of woman from the tyranny of man, but that is sheer nonsense to any one acquainted with the history of woman. Ibsen was a symptom, a voice, as all great artists are, but no radical45 changes spring full fledged from any brain; they are the slow work of the centuries.
“Perhaps I should have put it another way,” said Ishbel. “I fancy the point is, not that the world respects you more for amassing46 wealth, but that you respect yourself so enormously for having won in the greatest and most difficult game that men have ever played. Diplomacy47 is nothing to it. That only requires brains and training. To coax48 gold from full pockets into empty ones and remain on the right side of the law, requires a magnetic needle in the brain, and is a distinct form of genius. Talk about riches not bringing happiness, I don’t believe there is a rich man living, even if he has only inherited his wealth, who does not find happiness in his peculiar49 form of self-respect, and in his contempt for the failures. If he has inherited, it is an achievement to retain, and when he has made his fortune, he must feel a bigger man than any king. Well, in my little way, I purpose to enjoy that sensation. And to make money, to accumulate wealth, is, I am positive, one of the primary instincts—if it were not, the world would have been socialistic a thousand years ago. But the secret desire in too many millions of hearts has prevented it?—”
“My God!” roared Mr. Jones. “Have you got brains?”
“I hope so.” She smiled mischievously50. “I couldn’t make money without them.”
“Suppose you had half a dozen children?”
“Of course, if I hadn’t thought it all out in time, I should bring them up first. But I feel sure the time will come when every self-respecting woman will want to be the author of her own income—when no girl will marry until she is.”
Mr. Jones looked and felt like the fisherman who has gone out in a sail-boat to catch the small edible51 prizes of the sea, and landed a whale.
“You never thought that all out for yourself,” he growled52. “Where did you get it, anyhow?”
“Last night I realized that I had been learning unconsciously for years, and remembered everything worth while I had ever heard men and women talk about. After all, you know, clever men do talk to me.”
“Clever men are always fools about a pretty face.”
He got up and moved restlessly about the large room, too full of furniture for a man with big feet, and long awkward arms which he did not always remember to hold close to his sides. He longed for his punch bag. Ishbel smiled and looked out of the window.
“What in hell’s come over women?” he demanded. “I thought they only wanted love when they talked of happiness.”
“Oh, you’re like too many men—have got your whole knowledge of women from novels. Perhaps you even read the neurotic53 ones that are having a vogue54 just now. Wouldn’t that be funny! We women want many things besides love, we Englishwomen, at least; for we belong to the most highly developed nation on the globe. And we are the daughters of men as well as of women, remember. And we have heard the affairs of the world discussed at table since we left the nursery. That man doesn’t realize what he has made of us is a proof that he is so soaked in conventions and traditions that he is in the same danger of decay and submergence that nations have been when too long a period of power has made them careless and flaccid—and blind. We want love, but as a man wants it; enough to make us comfortable and happy, but not to absorb our whole lives?—”
“What?” Mr. Jones swung round upon her, his little black eyes emitting red sparks. “That’s the most immoral55 speech I ever heard a woman make.”
“I shall keep faith with you,” said Ishbel, carelessly. “Don’t worry yourself. I’ve made a bargain with you and I shall stick to it, just as I shall be perfectly56 square in business. All I want is to be as much of an individual as you are, not an annex57.”
Mr. Jones had an inspiration and resumed his seat. “Look here!” he said. “You say you play a square game, that you will live up to your contract with me; and marriage is a partnership58, by God! Well—if you go setting up for yourself, you injure my credit. I’m in a lot of things where credit is everything. Money (actual gold and silver) is not so plentiful59 as you think, and the greatest coward on earth. If there should be the slightest suspicion that I was unsound?—”
“Why should there be? You will continue to live here in the same style, and I shall keep my rooms, and go about with you once or twice a week—even wear some of your jewels. What more could you ask?”
“What more?” Jones was purple again. “This: I didn’t marry to be made a laughing-stock of. Everybody’ll say I’m mean?—”
“Not if you set me up. And you can get your good friend, The Mart, to say that I am ambitious to set a new style in fads60?—”
“There are some statements that no fool will swallow—let alone sharp business men in the City. Fad61, indeed—when you will be standing62 on your feet all day in a milliner shop—unless—” hopefully—“you merely mean to put your name over the door to draw customers, and pocket the proceeds. That would be bad enough—but?—”
“By no means. What possible satisfaction could I get out of making other people do what I want to do myself? You might as well ask an author if he would be content to let some one else write his books so long as he had his name on the title page and pocketed the profits. The joy of succeeding must lie in the effort, in knowing that you are doing something that no one else can do in quite the same way. I can be an artist even in hats, and I propose to be one.”
“And if I refuse you the capital?”
“Bridgit will lend it to me.”
“I am to be blackmailed63, so!”
“What is blackmail64?”
“As if a woman need ask! Every woman is a blackmailer65 by instinct. I suppose that if I won’t give you the money for this ridiculous enterprise, you will leave my house—ruin me socially, as well as financially?”
But Ishbel’s wits were far nimbler than his. “No,” she said sweetly, “I can never forget that I owe you a great deal. Whether you advance me the capital or not, I shall continue to live here, and entertain for you whenever I have time.”
The mere10 male was helpless, defeated. A month later his name was over a shop in Bond Street, and the success of the lady whose title preceded it was so immediate66 that he began to brag67 about her in the City. But he was by no means reconciled. His order of life, that new order in which he had revelled68 during five brief years, was sadly dislocated. Many husbands and wives are invited separately in London society, but he made the bitter discovery that when Ishbel was forced to decline an invitation for luncheon69 or dinner he was expected to follow suit. He could walk about at receptions or teas if he chose, but it became instantly patent that no woman, save those whose husbands were in his power, would see him at her table when she could get out of it. There were one or two new millionnaires in society that had achieved a full measure of personal popularity, and were sometimes asked without their wives, but Jones was hopelessly dull in conversation, and had a way of “walking up trains,” and knocking over delicate objects with his elbows. And then he was unpardonably ugly to look at; moreover, evinced no disposition70 to pay the bills of any woman but his wife. That was a fatal oversight71 on Mr. Jones’s part, but no one had ever been kind enough to give him a hint.
All this was bad enough, but in addition he perceived that while society patronized Ishbel’s shop, and pretended to admire or be amused, they had respected her far more when she was reigning72 as a beauty and spending her husband’s vast income as carelessly as the spoiled child smashes its costly73 toys. There is little real respect where there is no envy, and no one envies a working woman until she has made a fortune and can retire. Ishbel had dazzled the world with her splendid luck, added to her beauty and proud descent. It had called her “a spoiled darling of fortune,” a “fairy princess,” and such it had envied and worshipped. But she had stepped down from her pedestal; her halo had fallen off; she was no longer a member of the leisured class, haughty74 and privileged even when up to its neck in debt. Mr. Jones’s position in the City was not affected75, for men knew him too well, but society suspected that his fortune was not what it had been, and that his wife wanted more money to spend, or was providing against a rainy day. If neither suspicion was true, then she was disloyal to her class, and a menace, a horrid example. Her personal popularity was unaffected, but her position was not what it was, no doubt of that, and the soul of Mr. Jones was exceeding bitter.
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