ROSE-ANN had become restless again. Once more she threatened to go out and get a job. Books no longer contented1 her; and if she had secretly cherished, as Felix had thought, some dreams of writing, they had vanished, like her notebook, which was no more to be seen. They gave wild parties, extended the number of their friends, and went to dinner-parties, where Rose-Ann shone as always, and even Felix began to be able to take care of himself. She went to the theatre with Felix and took down his criticisms on her typewriter from dictation, as she had a year ago. But these activities did not quite content her volatile2 spirit.
Her restlessness expressed itself, delightfully3 enough, in a resumption of the endless midnight talks which had marked the first period of their married intimacy5. Their daylight hours together now seemed never to suffice them for talking. Those hours were too filled up with work, and play, and friends. During the day a thousand ideas, observations, comments, stories, had been stored away by each for the other’s benefit. A glance at dinner had meant: “Did you see that? Yes—we’ll talk about it tonight.” In these gatherings6, however friendly and outspoken7, something was always left unsaid, reserved especially for each other. The heart of every occasion was in its midnight aftermath, in the long wakeful hours in bed, remembering, criticizing, laughing, talking, talking.... Marriage had come to mean above all else the peculiar8 magic of that intimacy. Sometimes her voice would come mysteriously out of the dark at his side, and again the moonlight would creep in over the roofs and tease the scene with its glamour9. Their 250beds, in summer two little oases10 of coolness in the sultry night, became in winter warm-coverleted citadels11 against the cold—two little friendly islands, with two voices floating pleasantly back and forth12. “Light me another cigarette,” Rose-Ann would say sleepily. Tired, but kept awake by all they had to tell each other, the mere13 thoughts and incidents of the day made precious by this re-living of them together, they lay and talked out their hearts.
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“Felix strikes me as rather paintable. Could you spare him a few afternoons for a sitting now and then? I mean, some time this winter? I’m getting interested in doing portraits again.”
“I’d love to have you!”
Dorothy Sheridan had come back from her fishing village, and a little trip abroad to boot, and she and the Fays were dining in a little restaurant to which she had taken them—not very far from their studio, a little Italian place frequented by artists, where the food was good and the prices low. The men one saw there wore soft collars, like Felix’s own, sometimes turned up to flare14 about the chin, sometimes open at the neck; one of the girls at the tables wore a Russian smock, like Dorothy Sheridan, and all of them seemed, like her, comfortably uncorseted. They all seemed to know each other, and each new person who came greeted the whole roomful. It was a friendly place.
Felix was rather amused at having his afternoons asked for and given away without his being consulted. But he was flattered by the invitation. He had never been painted, and he considered it a distinction.
“It will be a bore,” Dorothy warned him. “You’ll get awfully15 tired of it before I’m through. But I’ll do you in half a dozen sittings, I promise you, or give it up. Give him a cup of coffee, before he comes. I don’t talk to my subjects, and they are likely to fall asleep!”
They had been to Dorothy Sheridan’s studio that afternoon, and looked at her paintings and sketches16. The paintings 251were, with one or two exceptions, in a vivid, splashing style that Felix liked. “I’ve changed my style since going to Paris,” she said. “These things are what they call over there Post-Impressionist. I’ll do you in my best Cezanne-Matisse manner, Felix, with some variations all my own. You won’t know yourself!”
Rose-Ann had been most impressed by some of Dorothy’s old sketches, particularly a series of lovely nudes17 done in pencil with a hard, vibrant18 line. Dorothy picked one of them out and gave it to Rose-Ann. “Here’s one that looks like you,” she said, appraising19 Rose-Ann’s figure with a judicious20 eye. “You can use it for a book-plate if you like.”
It was like Rose-Ann, Felix thought, when she pinned it on the wall that night—it had the same firm and delicate contours, the same sweet livingness of a body that is made for movement, for action, for intense and poignant21 use. The figure in the drawing was poised22 in the hesitant instant before flight, with head turned to look backward, and the whole body ready at the next moment either to relapse again into reassured23 repose24 or to put all its force into some wild dash for freedom. And somehow that too reminded him of Rose-Ann—of Rose-Ann’s soul.
Rose-Ann was looking at the picture with eyes in which some purpose fulminated darkly.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“That I shall never wear corsets again! It’s really absurd, isn’t it? To imprison25 one’s body in such a thing as that.... I’m going to burn mine up—now!” And presently, in her chemise and stockings, she solemnly knelt before the Franklin stove and laid the offending article upon the live coals.
“The last of my conventions!” she said, as if to herself.
And then, as it commenced to smoulder, and an acrid26 odour of burnt rubber emerged, she wrinkled her nostrils27 and put her thumb and finger to them. “It thmells bad!” she said. And reflectively: “I suppose conventions always do, at the end.... Well, it’s gone now, and my body is free.—Gone forever, leaving nothing but a ... faint unpleasant 252odour, shall I say?—behind.... Felix—would you mind if I cut off my hair?”
“Cut off—!”
“Short, you know. Like Dorothy Sheridan’s. I’ve always wanted to. And I never quite had the nerve. Living here, it seems only natural. You wouldn’t mind?”
She loosened her hair and it fell about her shoulders, like a flame. “I think it would curl if it were cut. It did when I was a little girl.”
“We’ve no scissors,” said Felix, practically—deferring in his own mind the question of whether he would like her hair cut short or not. He did not know. It would look well—there was no doubt at all of that. He had always wondered at the foolish vanity of women, in putting up with the inconvenience of long hair. He had felt that long hair was in some way a badge of woman’s dependence28 on man, a symbol of her failure to achieve freedom for herself. And yet ... when it came to Rose-Ann’s hair—
Rose-Ann read his face as a wife can. “No, I suppose not,” she said, and sighed. “No scissors! Well, there’s always something to prevent one from being rash. In the morning I shan’t want to—because I’m going out to look for a job....”
Felix smiled. “Wolf! wolf!” he mocked gently. He had heard that threat of a job too often to be alarmed about it now.
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Felix was accustomed, by masculine prerogative30, to get up first on cold mornings and shake down the fire and make the coffee. But this morning, having dreamed that he had arisen and performed these duties (a very realistic dream—he had heard the noise of the poker31 among the coals and smelled the fragrance32 of hot coffee!) he awoke to see Rose-Ann coming toward him with a cup and saucer, on a lacquered tray.
253“Rose-Ann!” he said angrily. She should have let him make that coffee....
She knelt and offered him the cup, with the air of a page-boy. Then it was that he saw that her hair was shorn. Short bronze locks fell clustering about her face in tiny curls, making it boyish, and yet, it seemed, more girlish than ever. She turned sideways as he stared, and tilted34 her head. For the first time its proud contour stood fully4 and beautifully revealed. “Isn’t that better than an old top-knot?” she said.
“But how—” he began.
“Borrowed scissors from neighbour,” she replied. “What are neighbours for, if not to depend on in an emergency?”
“Why is this an emergency?” he demanded, still withholding35 his approval. “Couldn’t you wait and go to the barber?” Some of the edges, he noted36, were rather jagged.
“No, Felix. Don’t you remember Browning’s poem about the Statue and the Bust37? One puts off things. ‘So days grew months, years.’ Moral: do it now.—But do you like me this way, Felix?”
“Of course I like you.” And then, since he did, he added: “Tremendously!”
“You—you approve?”
“Yes, but what of that? Can’t you do what you like whether I approve or not? Aren’t you a free woman?” he teased her.
“That’s what I said to myself. And so I did it. But—I’m glad you like it, Felix, because—because I’m not sure whether I do or not!”
He laughed. “It will grow again.”
“No—I shan’t let it grow again. I’m going to like it, I know—eventually; perhaps very soon. It’s just at first.... But I suppose that’s the way with freedom!... Drink your coffee, Felix, before it gets cold. I’ll bring mine over there, too. Do you love me—very much? Look out—you’ll spill the coffee!”
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