Two more days, terrible days for them both, went by. To Aliette it seemed as though all her courage, all her clear-visioning mentality1, had ebbed2 away. Everything terrified her; but most of all the thought of precipitating3 crisis by telling Ronnie the truth.
Vainly he argued with her, pleaded with her. Vainly he assured her that it was their duty to risk this last maddest hazard of the gamble; that to jeopardize4 his newly-won success mattered not at all; that "social ruin" existed only in Sir Peter's imagination; that not even "social ruin" should deter5 them from achieving his mother's main object; that there was only the one way of achieving that object; and that, matrimony once achieved, they would be free to enjoy the riches Julia Cavendish had left them--in some other country if scandal drove them from their own. To all his arguments, Aliette had but one reply: the same reply she had made to him long and long ago in his chambers6 in Jermyn Street: "Don't try to hurry me, Ronnie. You must give me time----"
She hardly knew why she was playing for time. She hardly knew which she could face best; suspense7 or certainty. She wanted, more than anything, to run away. Her terrors, vague at first, grew definite. She saw Ronnie's career smashed, Ronnie's child born out of wedlock8. She saw them both hounded from England. She asked herself, terror-stricken, if it were better that the child should be born out of wedlock than born in scandal. She told herself that wedlock, won as her lover pleaded with her to win it, at the price of notoriety and exile, would be the blacker stigma9.
"We can go abroad," he said. How would that help the unborn? Hide themselves wheresoever they might, their world would not forget. If she gave way to Ronnie, then--for at least a generation--men and women of their own class would remember, when they spoke10 of Julia Cavendish's grandchild, how Julia Cavendish's son had ruined his career for the sake of Hector Brunton's wife.
And yet, what else was there to do but yield to Ronnie's wishes? And yet, even yielding, what would be gained? The divorce, if divorce came, would come too late. Or would it be just in time? She didn't know. She couldn't think. She could only reproach herself bitterly for the pride which had so long prevented her from seeking out Hector.
But Julia, Aliette could not reproach. Even though Julia had carried her vendetta12 beyond the grave, it was--Aliette knew--no selfish vendetta. All that Ronnie's mother had tried to achieve had been planned selflessly, out of love for them, and not out of hate for Hector.
If only Julia were alive! If only her mother had been such as Julia! If only she could have taken train to Clyst Fullerford! If only she could lay the legal issue before the legal wisdom of Andrew! For there must be (did not intuition warn her?), there was (had not Sir Peter almost said so?) some way, legal or illegal, out of this coil, some method by which all four of them--she, Ronnie, Ronnie's child, Hector--could be saved.
Always, her distraught mind grew more lenient13 toward Hector. Ronnie, her love and loyalty14 could console even for his lost career. The child (that fear also she knew) might never be born. But Hector her love could not console. He (had not Sir Peter said so?) would suffer as much as they. He might have to leave the bar. Was that fair? Was anything fair?
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Those two days, Bruton Street seemed to run on oiled wheels. The "ridiculous flat" was locked up. Once more, as she had maided her through that other period of indecision at Hector's house in Lancaster Gate, Caroline Staley maided her mistress. Now, as then, the routine of life went on. Yet routine's self--Aliette felt--demanded decision. Ronnie's mother had been a woman of possessions, of responsibilities. The proving of her will pressed. She had been a woman of genius, too. The publishing of her book was a duty one owed to the world.
The will and the book haunted Aliette. Ronnie had locked them both away in a drawer of Julia's desk; but it seemed to her that their presence pervaded15 all the house. She felt conscious of them, stalking her from room to room. It was as though both demanded something of her; as though her mind alone could decide their destiny. The will and the book were children! Julia's brain-children! To destroy them would be murder. To jeopardize her own chances of motherhood (that impulse, also, she knew) would be murder.
What could one do? What could one do? Ronnie was adamant16. Palpably the mantle17 of his mother's resolution had fallen on Ronnie's shoulders. Ronnie was no longer the boyish lover she remembered. Ronnie was a man; a man bent18 on self-destruction, willing, for her sake, to sacrifice his whole career.
What could one do? What could one do? If Ronnie knew about the child, Ronnie might kill Hector. Ronnie hated Hector. Ronnie wouldn't mind the consequences, so long as Hector suffered them equally.
What could one do? Only play for time! Time.
A third day went by. She must decide--decide! Ronnie said so: Sir Peter had said so.
She must act--act. Better certain ruin than this suspense! She would run away, renounce19 Ronnie forever, renounce her legacy20. She would efface21 herself from London, take that little cottage of her dreams; live there, year in, year out, unknown and unknowing of the world, satisfied with a clandestine22 Ronnie. There she would bring up Ronnie's child, his manchild, her Dennis; bring him up in ignorance of the smirch on his name, until such time as he grew old enough to judge for himself whether she had done right or wrong. She would go to Hector for the last time, implore23 him--for Ronnie's sake--to take pity on her. She would go to Ronnie, implore him--for her own sake--to take pity on Hector.
Like a squirrel-cage, the future whirled under the crazed feet of Aliette's thoughts. Like a squirrel, her crazed thoughts spun24 the cage of the future. Was there no way, no way out of the cage? She must find the way, the way out.
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"It was very kind of you to make an appointment so quickly, Sir Peter."
"Not at all, dear lady, not at all."
Inspecting his client benignantly across the leather-topped desk by the big window of his Norfolk Street office, Sir Peter Wilberforce could see that Aliette's mental tether was stretched to its tautest25. In the low light of a waning26 autumn sun, the face under the black Russian hat showed pale as thinnest ivory. The vivid eyes were pools of fear. Lines of indecision penciled the temples. But the little black-gloved hand she gave him had not trembled; nor had there been any fear, any indecision in the shy, ladylike voice. And the baronet had thought, "Now, I wonder, I wonder if she'd have the nerve."
His eyes ceased their benignant inspection27, and wandered--apparently aimless--from the sunlight outside to the closed door, round the pictureless walls, till finally they rested among the racks of black deed-boxes. There were many titled names gold-lettered on those japanned deed-boxes; but the two names which interested Sir Peter's eye bore no titles. "And how is my co-executor," prompted his voice; "still heroic?"
"Worse than that." Aliette managed a smile.
"And you?"
"I'm afraid I'm not a bit heroic. Sir Peter, tell me; were you serious when you said that the proving of this will, the publication of this book, would mean--social ruin for--all three of us?"
"And is there"--her heart sank----"no other method by which we--Ronnie--can carry out his mother's wishes?"
"That"--Sir Peter's eyes left the deed-boxes, and resumed an inspection suddenly more purposeful than benignant--"is precisely29 what I have been considering for the last three days."
"You said there might be a way----"
"Did I?" The old gentleman took up his ivory paper-knife. "Did I, though?"
"Yes. You said it depended on my--my former husband."
"Then I made a mistake." The Wilberforce purr, was sheerest self-accusation. "It doesn't. As a matter of fact, the plan I had in mind depends more on"--the paper-knife tapped slow Morse--"the lady in the case than any one else. And even then----"
The paper-knife hung suspended. Although the founder30 of Wilberforce, Wilberforce & Cartwright was celebrated31 for his handling of delicate situations, he had never, in half a century of practice, encountered a social situation as delicate as this one.
"Does my co-executor know of this visit?" he proceeded after a pause which dropped Aliette's heart into the tips of her shoes.
"And would you be bound to--er--tell him of any suggestion I might make?"
"Well----" Again Aliette managed a smile. "That would rather depend on the suggestion, wouldn't it?"
The baronet smiled confidentially33 in reply. "You see, the main point, as I view it, is whether we have any means at our disposal by which we can induce your--er--former husband to bring an action for divorce. My co-executor, I gathered, was--shall we say--a trifle biased34 on the subject. Now, in the first place, it appears to me that if your--er--former husband knew about this codicil35, he would do--er--almost anything to avoid its publication. If, therefore, he were told that by bringing his action immediately----"
"That"--Aliette leaned forward in her chair--"that wouldn't be fair."
"My dear lady," Sir Peter's paper-knife emphasized his disapproval37 of the interruption, "this is a solicitor's office, not a court of morals."
"Let us call it justifiable42 blackmail, performed with kid gloves for the victim's benefit. The victim himself, remember, has hardly behaved chivalrously43."
"That's no reason why we should behave"--the pallid features flamed--"caddishly."
A little taken aback--female clients with moral scruples44 being somewhat rare at Norfolk Street--the baronet changed his tactics.
"If I follow you," he said quietly, "your objection is not so much to the partial solution of our problem as to the method of attaining45 it. Very well. Let us presume--mind you, it's only the merest presumption--that the divorce question is arranged without even justifiable--er--blackmail, and that the codicil to Mrs. Cavendish's will had--shall we say?--never been penned. That would still leave us faced with the question of the novel. My co-executor, I gather, still insists on its being published? He wouldn't approve, for instance, if I advised its total destruction?"
"Neither of us could bear that." Aliette's voice was unflinching. "Ronnie's mother sacrificed six months of her life to finish that book. To destroy it would be worse than blackmail, it would be----"
"Murder. Quite so." Once more, the purposeful eyes wandered from their client's face to the deed-boxes against the wall. "Mrs. Julia Cavendish," read the eyes among the deed-boxes; and, thereunder, "Mr. Paul Flower." "Of course the novel must be published. But need it be published exactly in its present form? Now presuming--recollect this is still only the merest presumption--that the--er--divorce were arranged, and the--er--codicil off our minds, don't you think we might--shall we say, alter the novel?"
"Alter it?" Aliette started. Here, at last, was a gleam of hope.
"You see," the purr grew pronounced, "this is not the first time, nor do I expect it will be the last, that the work of a talented author has required legal revision. As a matter of cold fact, most modern novels are more or less libelous46. Publishers are constantly asking my advice on the point. In the case of Mrs. Cavendish's work, curiously47 enough, it was asked once before. I think I may say, without breaking confidence, that I suggested to Sir Frederick then, as I am suggesting to you now, that certain alterations48 should be made."
"And were they?" The gleam of hope brightened.
"After a great deal of protest, yes."
"But then"--the gleam flickered49 out--"Mrs. Cavendish was alive. She made the alterations herself."
"Your pardon." Sir Peter almost permitted himself a wink50. "She did nothing of the sort. She told Sir Frederick and myself that we were vandals; and went off to Italy vowing51 she'd never set pen to paper again. However, she left the manuscript behind; and we--er--did what was necessary."
"Tamper!" This time the baronet actually did wink. "I wonder how my friend and client, Mr. Paul Flower, who--to tell you the truth--made the alterations on which I insisted, would like to hear himself described as a tamperer53."
"And you think that Mr. Flower would----"
The house-telephone buzzed, interrupting them. Sir Peter answered it: "I told you I wasn't to be disturbed.... Oh, is that you James? Very important, eh?... Well, let's hear what it is."
Aliette, her distraught mind clutching at the baronet's suggestions as a drowning woman clutches her rescuer, hardly listened to the conversation. Yet she was aware, dimly, that a mask had come over Sir Peter's face; that his concentration had switched, as only the legal brain can switch its concentration, without effort from her to the instrument.
Woman-like, the switch irritated her. "Yes," she heard. "Yes. I'd better see him myself.... No, I don't think a meeting would be advisable.... Tell him that at present there are certain difficulties, certain very serious difficulties, in the way.... No. He'd better stop with you. I shall be able to see him in about ten minutes--a quarter of an hour at the outside."
Sir Peter hung up the house-telephone, and turned to Aliette. The legal mask still covered his face. Behind it, he thought, "Poor little woman. This will cheer her up. I wonder if I ought to let that particular cat out of the bag yet awhile? Better not. Much better not. It might upset the whole apple-cart."
"Let me see," the mask changed, "what were we talking about? Oh, yes, the book, of course. Now, what have you got to say to my suggestion?"
"I think it splendid." Aliette's irritation54 subsided55. "But--even if Mr. Flower consents to alter the book--there's always the will. We couldn't"--hopefully--"we couldn't alter that, too, could we?"
"Hardly." Now, feeling himself at the very crux56 of their interview, Sir Peter took up his paper-knife again. "Hardly. Quite apart from its being a felony, it would be robbing you of twenty thousand pounds."
"But that wouldn't matter a bit."
"Seriously?"
"Quite seriously, Sir Peter." Strange that she had never even considered that point!
"Even then"--still more taken aback, for female clients who disdained57 fortunes were even rarer than moralists in Norfolk Street, the senior partner in Wilberforce, Wilberforce & Cartwright tapped a frantic58 SOS on the desk-top--"even then, I'm afraid, we couldn't alter the will."
"Couldn't we keep it out of the newspapers?"
"I'm afraid not. Mrs. Cavendish, you see, was a very important personage. The public will be interested, not only in the extent of her fortune, but in how she has disposed of it."
"But surely, with your influence----" Once more Aliette felt hopeless.
"Even my influence"--Sir Peter leaned forward, pointing the paper-knife at her--"even my influence cannot keep 'news' back. Therefore, I'm afraid that" ("this is the moment," he thought, "the absolute and only psychological moment") "unless some accident were to happen--unless the will were, shall we say, burnt--neither my first idea, which you will remember was that we should approach your--er--former husband with a view to his taking immediate36 action, nor my second suggestion, that we should alter the book, could be of the slightest assistance."
There intervened a long and peculiar59 silence; during which, as poker-players across a poker-table, the old man and the young woman tried to fathom60 one another's minds.
At last the woman asked:
"Tell me, suppose this--this accident of which you have spoken were to happen, what would be the consequences?"
"The consequences to whom?"
"To"--Aliette, her thoughts racing61, fumbled62 at the phrase--"to the person who might burn--who might be responsible for the accident."
"That would depend." Sir Peter's words started pat from under his mustache. "If the person responsible for the accident were to benefit by the destruction of the will, the consequences to that person, if discovered, would be very serious. But if that person, instead of benefiting, stood to lose twenty thousand pounds----" He broke off; adding, rather gruffly, "You'll understand that if Mrs. Cavendish had died without making a will, her son, as next of kin11, would inherit the entire estate?"
Ensued another momentous63 pause. Then quietly, Aliette said: "Sir Peter, tell me one thing more. How soon--after a divorce-case--can a woman re-marry?"
Startled--sensing, in one vivid flash, the reason of her question--the baronet rose from his chair; and Aliette--her mind, for all the quietness of her voice, in utter turmoil--rose with him.
"How soon?" she repeated.
"Not for six months," Sir Peter hesitated; "and we can't rely on less than three between the filing of the petition and the decree nisi."
At that, his client's face went dead white, so that, for a moment, Sir Peter thought she must faint. But she controlled herself. "And is there no--no exception to that rule?"
"It has been varied--once."
"Is that"--desperately, despairingly, Aliette flung all her cards on the table--"is that all the hope you can give me if--if I agree to every suggestion you have made this afternoon?"
"Dear lady,"--the man rather than the lawyer spoke--"I daren't say more than this: If my influence counts for anything, every ounce of it is on your side."
"Thank you, Sir Peter."
For a moment they faced one another in silence. Then, without another word, Aliette proffered64 her hand.
Hardly had the door closed behind her when Sir Peter rushed to the house-telephone. "James!" called Sir Peter. "James! Bring the admiral in here at once."
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