“You are working too steadily,” he said. “You never do anything else; you will turn into a machine; then you will no longer be a girl, and the warmth and glory of your appeal will be gone. Like that! Moreover, it takes a fine shade of quality from your voice; I want you to use it as an instrument, of course, but I think too much of how hard you have worked, and how dull your skin and eyes are getting, when I hear you.”
“Do you really think I’m losing my quality?” Joy demanded.
He laughed. “There—do you see what you just said? That shows you are turning into a little tuning1 fork, my dear. A girl would have cried: ‘Are my skin and eyes really dull?’ or at least looked in the mirror in front of you.” Before her attitude of unrelaxed question, he grew serious. “No, your quality is not as yet impaired2 in the slightest; and you are soaring along so swiftly that I cannot believe you have been with me for so few months. But a good teacher can see a fault pending3 before it takes possession; and as I have so often remarked, I am a good teacher. You need a change.”
“Are you going to send me home for a rest?” she asked in swift antagonism4.
“No. You are going to New York. Take some friends along with you if you wish; stay at the Belmont, where all the nice Bostonians stay when they deign5 to turn their faces westward6; go to the opera; go shopping; in short, have not a rest, but a vacation.”
“New York!” she breathed. “Oh, Pa—do you really mean it?”
He nodded. “And I want you to sing for my baby.” He mentioned a name that was a household word for glory of song, a name that shone high and clear in the eminence7 where only the truly great stars remain, while others tremble for a day and then are gone.
“Little Joy—you will find as you go on, that the greatest ones will always be the easiest and kindest before whom to sing. They know the real elements, and can distinguish lack of training from lack of endowment; and they know of how much value is encouragement, along the weary ladder of the artist. I shall write her a letter, and she will send you word at the Belmont when to come.”
As she thought it over, she could not remember when she had been so excited. Jerry shared her anticipation10, and announced that she was going also; it was a good opportunity to select models for her next sale.
“We can get Félicie, too,” she said; “It’s about time she went over to see Greg again.”
Neither voiced the mutual11 thought, that two of them going to New York alone seemed incomplete. Félicie made a third—possibly a more harmonious12 third than the other who had silently dropped from their lives.
Félicie acceded13 to their plans, and Joy wrote her father for money for the trip. His answering check and letter came when the three girls were all in Jerry’s room, Jerry “toning up” several of Félicie’s costumes. Joy read the letter with half her attention on Félicie’s bewitchingness in a pale green velvet14 that shone dully like moonlight on an even lawn, throwing out her colouring and features in rich relief. Suddenly a name on the page caught her attention. She looked again and then read the paragraph over slowly:
“I hope while you are in New York that you will see your cousin Mrs. Eustace Drew, who was Mabel Lancaster. The Lancasters of whom you have heard me speak; they were your mother’s cousins once removed, and we have not kept up the relationship as she would have wished. I have written Mabel that you are coming, and she will undoubtedly15 call on you at the Belmont.”
She sat for a moment watching Jerry swirl16 the velvet on Félicie into marvelous lines. Mabel Lancaster—who had come into Charlette’s for her trousseau, with her brother, Phil Lancaster—of whom Jerry still thought with unquenchable flame. Her first impulse was to show Jerry the letter, share her surprise at this identification of New York cousins she had heard her father mention so many times. Then she held herself back. What if cousin Mabel would forget to call upon her—what if she wasn’t the same one, after all—Joy had forgotten the married name Jerry had given. So she tore the letter into tiny bits, and prepared for the trip with excitement that grew to boiling point as she savoured the amazing possibilities of the coincidence, if coincidence it was.
They took the midnight train, landing in New York in time for breakfast, which they ate at Childs’ opposite the Belmont.
They giggled19 all through the meal from sheer light-headedness at being off together. The French waitress had brought them their griddle-cakes, smiled at them in delight, and said as they left: “You act like all young girls should—happy and gay.” This set them off with renewed impetus20, and after installing their luggage at the Belmont and as Jerry said “spreading more around in the way of tips than we ate for our breakfast,” they spent the morning going through the Fifth Avenue shops, seeing all “the latest models” with an economical thoroughness that left enraged21 saleswomen behind them. In the afternoon Félicie curled up for a rest.
“I never sleep on sleepers23, and if I don’t look my best, Greg will notice it and say it’s because I’ve been running myself ragged24 in Boston,” she explained, burrowing25 her head down under the covers, from which came forth26 the muffled27 request: “Please don’t open any windows; you know I can’t sleep where there’s too much air around; it distracts my attention.”
Jerry had made arrangements for tea with two Princeton men, and Joy had willingly consented to go with her. She was just in the mood for squeezing the orange of her good time in New York dry.
They met the Princetonites in the lobby—two well-tailored youths, with that sleek28, parted-in-the-middle college expression. The taller of the two, one Steve Mitchell, combed Joy up and down in one competent sweep of the eyes, and annexed29 her, while the other, poetically30 called Harry31 Hanigan, followed Jerry, who had done no more than greet them airily, shove Joy at them just as airily, then make her way to the nearest door, which fronted on the line of taxis.
“This place always acts as if it were the Methodist quarterly conference,” Harry complained loudly. “Come on, Jerry; let’s put in a little pep.”
He stepped with Jerry inside the swinging door, and pushed it, starting off so fast they had to dart32 around with it in self-protection—or so it seemed. A gentleman around forty, of a comfortable figure, had happened to be entering the swinging doors on the other side, and he too was forced to dart around for self-protection. But whereas his expression was varied33, Jerry and Harry seemed to be enjoying themselves. The pace of the revolving34 doors increased; it almost looked as if the gentleman of no longer comfortable proportions were running a marathon, while the two-in-one on the other side sped over more merrily.
“Why—they’re doing it on purpose!” Joy exclaimed.
Her companions looked about them at the crowd of grinning bellboys collecting, together with the scattering35 of guests who were pretending not to watch while keeping tabs on every round. “I should think Harry’d get sick of this; he’s done it in almost every hotel in New York,” he said restfully, and waited. The pace slackened; soon the two wedged themselves out of the pinwheel, and waited until, crimson36-faced, the third party in the proceedings37 flew out and bore down upon them.
“Awfully38 sorry, sir,” said Harry earnestly. “I got packed in with this lady by mistake, and we were so confused we started whirling around—you can see how that would be—and then I lost my head and lost count——”
The intent to kill was by no means abated39 in the eye of the flaming one. With a hasty, “By George, Mary, we must catch the train; we’ve lost a lot of time with this gentleman here!” Harry seized Jerry and drifted through the revolving doors once more. No one went after them. Joy and Steve found them by a taxi outside, Harry leaning up against it in a Napoleonic attitude.
“Was that neat, or was it not?” he hailed them triumphantly41. Steve helped the girls into the taxi, pushed Harry inside, and said to the man: “Drive to the Astor roof.”
“Where’s that?” the driver asked, turning a helpless expression upon him.
“Why,—you drive to the Hotel Astor, and then just keep on driving up to the roof.” Steve spoke42 sweetly, considerately, as one might to a child, then climbed in and banged the door.
“Just for that, he’ll go the long way around,” Harry complained, peering out at the meter as they started off.
“You have such cheap ideas, Harry!” said Dave. “Jerry knows us, of course; but I was going to make Miss Nelson think we were millionaires.”
“Never mind—we’ll make the waiters at the Astor think we’re millionaires. Not in the obvious way! But by the good old method of gas. What do you say—are you game, Jerry?”
“The waiters don’t listen the way they used to,” Jerry objected.
“Oh, you haven’t been around with us for some time! Look here; I—-I’ll be the Western magnate; I’ve got a whacking43 black cigar I’ve been keeping just for this. Jerry, you look as though you could have come from most anywhere; you’ll be my wife, and I probably picked you up in some mining camp while I was getting rich, or something. See? Act with that as a background. We’re the recent rich, that want anything that’s high-priced or has a fancy name. Get it?”
“And I,” Steve contributed, “will be a New York crest-rider—gay young rounder—look down on you of course, but keen to wangle the contract out of you through this social means.”
“Contract! Oh, yes, there’s got to be a contract!”
“Cer-tain-ly. A million dollar one. We’ve got to make this party as doggy as possible. And Miss Nelson here can be my fiancée—I’ve dragged her along to impress her with my importance—you’ll be typical New York yearling, Miss Nelson, bored with anybody but your own set, bored with business, furious at me for bringing you, try to get all the men at the other tables to look at you, then turn ’em down with a haughty44 stare—you know.”
Jerry stood up on the taxi, struggling with herself. “I am nothing if not artistic,” she said; “and if I’m to be a mining-camp-varnished-with-dollars-product, I shall look the part.”
“That’s one of your best points, Jerry,” approved Steve. “You do a thing up right.”
She sat down again, barely in time before they drew up at the Astor and poured forth. Joy caught her breath in an abortive45 laugh, as they solemnly filed through the luxurious46 lobby, Jerry leading as usual. In a few swift touches, Jerry had changed herself from the breezy mondaine upon whom everything naturally looked right and leads to the harmony of that elusive47 completeness that is style, to the woman who, with obvious’ means and as obvious a wish to look well, pathetically falls just short of the mark. Her skirt sagged49, ever so little, but still condemning50 enough; the buttons on the coat of her duveteen suit were fitted loosely in the wrong buttonholes; her hat was tilted51 back ingenuously52, revealing a wide expanse of forehead, and she had pinned her hair in here and there so that the remains53 of its bobbed audacity54 had the appearance of little ends that had messily strayed from their moorings. Her gloves were partly unbuttoned, and one flapped as she walked. Even her walk had changed—it was a businesslike stride, with “getting-there” written all over her hastening back.
“Not a girl in a hundred would show she could look like that,” said Steve, in critical approval, as he kept pace with Joy in behind. “No wonder Jerry’s an institution that never fails.”
As they reached the roof Harry pulled out his cigar, a huge black affair that he stuck in his mouth at an angle of forty-five degrees. With cunning eye he marked out the head waiter and bore down upon him, thumbs in his waist-coat pocket, twirling his fingers. “We want the best table in the place,” he said, speaking through the cigar, at which the waiter tried not to look. “No expense shall be spared!”
He swaggered as the waiter hastily led them to a corner table. Joy was about to sink down, conscious that forks were being suspended in midair all about them, when Jerry put in a word.
“I don’t like this table, Bill,” she said querulously. “I want to be out in the middle where I can see everything that goes on, I do.”
“Waiter, did you hear my wife? What my wife says goes! Nothing’s too good for her!” Harry turned fiercely upon the waiter, jerking his cigar up and down in time to his words. The head waiter, all apologies, conducted them to a more centrally located table, and beckoned55 to a lesser56 menial, who helped install them. Jerry gave a bereft57 wail58.
“Where’s the flowers! We haven’t got no flowers! Look, Bill, at that table there they got flowers!”
Her fingers pointed59 firmly to an adjoining table, all eyes of which were already fixed60 upon them with that passionate61 interest that only Americans display in the affairs of others.
“Now, Rosie, didn’t I tell you not to point at things with your fingers?” Harry admonished62 in a penetrating63 lower tone.
“Well, a fork wasn’t handy; the man ain’t set the table yet,” Jerry responded.
“Let us order,” interposed Steve in a suave64, glossing-it-over tone, as the waiter thrust the menu before them.
“Just rustle65 us the best tea on the premises66, young feller,” said Harry to the waiter, with a wave of the hand. “With all the fixin’s; see?”
Jerry interposed once more. “Say, Bill, I want a merring glass. Does that come with the tea?”
“What kind does madame prefer?”
“Kind?” Jerry looked bewildered. “Is there different kinds? Can’t I just have a plain merring glass?”
“A vanilla69 one, perhaps,” said Steve with a reassuring70 smile directed first at her and then at the waiter. Then, as the waiter fluttered away, leaving several around pouring water and adjusting the table, and others poised71 near by with their ears cocked, Steve leaned across the table, and addressed Harry in a loud, confidential73 tone:
“Rather a pleasant idea of yours, Mr.—er—Billings, to combine business with afternoon tea.”
“Well, I hope your girl and my wife get to be real good friends,” said Harry cordially. “I can remember when a million-dollar contract would ’a’ looked pretty big to me.”
“It is practically certain, then, that we have underbid the—the Standard Oil Company on this?” Steve demanded.
“Lemme tell you, young man, underbiddin’ don’t always mean you get a million-dollar contract. Not by a jugful74!”
“Bill, remember there is ladies present!” from Jerry.
“Rosie, we’re talkin’ in business terms now, an’ you can chew on that piece of bread the waiter handed you, till we get through. Now lemme tell you, young man, the fact is, the underbiddin’ don’t cut so much ice as my private an’ personal opinions. I get hunches75, that’s what I do; an’ hunches is what made Bill Billings what he is to-day, if I do say it.”
Joy could only watch, all her energies concentrated on stifling76 the mirth that their antics were inspiring. The waiter brought their tea and Jerry’s “merring,” which Jerry devoured77 with the aid of a spoon, a knife and fork, using her roll also as a pusher now and then. Harry drank tea from his saucer and discoursed79 on the grudge80 he bore the Standard Oil; they were a bunch of cheap skates, and they would be a bunch of soreheads to-morrow when they learned that Mr. Mitchell had nailed this contract. “For it is yours, young man, for the asking; and yours is a firm I would trust a lot further than that.” The people of the next table had given up all pretense81 of eating or talking to each other, and the table back of Joy was also avidly82 silent. She could not see them, but she could feel the tense attention, and sense the vibrations83 of vision that centered on their table.
Tea being over, Harry grew more expansive. “You going to step round to the minister’s soon, you two?” he beamed benevolently84. “Better not waste any time. I married Rosie when she was sixteen—Told her then to stick to me and she’d wear diamonds. I notice you stuck, old girl?”
“Now, Bill, you stop!” Jerry simpered. The head waiter was presenting the check. Several other waiters who had added to their sense of well-being85 were lined up in back of the head waiter. Steve started to take the bill, but Harry intervened.
“Pay my way’s my motto,” he said, whereat Steve lost his composure for the first time and gulped86 while Harry drew his rather thin wallet from his pocket and carefully counted out what looked like a small amount which he laid on the salver with the check. Steve recovered himself and filled in the awkward pause by saying:
“Yes, we intend to be married as soon as Miss Nelson can get her trousseau together. It’s already taken a year—as fast as she gathers a few little things together, why, they go out of style, and then she has to start all over again. It’s such a fearful ordeal87 for the poor darling!”
They rose to go, Joy conscious of an acute sag48 in the waiter’s expression as he took the salver and walked away with failing footsteps. And then she turned and saw the table whose listening silence she had been appreciating throughout that time. She stared in stupefaction. The Lamkins; the Alfred Lamkins from Foxhollow Corners; pillars of the church, two solid, well-buttressed souls, with four white-eyelashed, shiny-nosed, unmarried daughters. All staring at Joy in that awful delight experienced by small-town souls when they find their neighbours doing something out of the ordinary.
“Why—there’s Joy Nelson!” said Mrs. Lamkin, in obviously manufactured surprise.
“So it is!” chorused the four white-eyelashed things. “Hello, Joy!”
It was plain that they expected her to stop and speak to them, exchange the usual banal88 what-are-you-doing-in-the-big-city of the out-of-towner, and present her companions. It was just as plain that she intended doing nothing of the sort, and with a confused nod of acknowledgement, her head down, she almost ran past them to the elevator.
“Did you see that waiter wilt89 at my twenty-five cent tip, and all the others melt away?” Harry chortled as they went down.
“Who were those people, Joy?” Jerry demanded, pulling her hat down and her hair out.
“People from home.”
“Home-town stuff!” Steve cried. “You’re compromised forever now, Joy; you’ll have to marry me now!”
“That’s not as bad as this fall, in at the Knickerbocker,” said Harry reminiscently. “I had the waiter sure I was the Prince of Wales and Steve here an escaped nobleman from Russia, conferring together about starting royalty91 over here, when up blows Dick Lindley and another poor egg, calling us by name and requesting the loan of some cash to get back to Princeton!”
The blithe92 youths left them at the Belmont. “We’ve been lowbrow this afternoon; we’ll be highbrow to-night,” said Steve. “We’ve wangled Harry’s mother’s box at the opera.”
“Can Félicie Durant and Greg Stevens come along?” Jerry asked. “Félicie’s over with us, and I said we’d do something to-night with them.”
“Félicie Durant can come anywhere with me where I can look at her,” said Harry; “if she’ll keep her mouth shut. Still going around with Greg Stevens, is she?”
“Greg Stevens—” Steve repeated; “not Princeton?”
“Nope—Yale—managed most of the teams there, and all that sort of flutter. He’s all right, though. Don’t take more than an hour now, you two!”
They found Félicie still sleeping in a breathlessly stuffy93 room, as she had not even turned off the heat.
“Well, Joy, what do you think of our Princeton specialties94?” Jerry asked, turning on the lights and pulling the covers from Félicie’s face.
“Lovely. I can’t tell which one is talking when I close my eyes. But of all places I’ve been to around Boston—why did I have to come to New York to run into some home-towners!”
“That is one thing about New York—you’re always running into people you know, in the wrong places. Wake up, Félicie! You’ve only got an hour to get dressed, and we’ve a box at the opera!”
Félicie, after a struggle with herself, arose with an injured expression. “I was awake all the time—you needn’t have spoken so loud. I haven’t slept hardly a wink95. Just as I was falling asleep someone called Joy on the phone—Madame Somebody’s maid, or something, who said Joy was to come at four to-morrow, she would send her car.”
It was characteristic of Félicie that she had not even recognised the great name that brought Joy to a standstill and drew a whistle from Jerry.
“Perhaps we’ll hear her to-night,” said Jerry. “Don’t lose your nerve, Joy; you’ll sing circles around her some day. Go and run a tub and do some scales—they won’t be heard over the tub if you close the door.”
“I hope you’re not running a tub for me,” Félicie objected; “too many baths are bad for me, I’m funny that way.”
Strange anomaly—the Félicie who had everything about her as neat as a bee-hive, but slept in sealed rooms and disagreed with baths!
An hour later they admitted they were fit to sit in anyone’s box at the opera. Félicie was almost bewilderingly lovely in pale green velvet; Jerry was audacious and stunning96 in low-cut purple with cerise ostrich97 feathers; Joy wore a cloth-of-gold that Jerry had ripped from an old model of hers and put together in a few simple lines.
“With your hair,” said Jerry, looking her over in professional pride, “that get-up’s a knock out.”
Joy found herself wishing that Jim was going to see her, instead of the Princeton youths.
“Wait till we hit the diamond horseshoe!” Jerry was saying. “Although we’re probably higher up than that.”
“I wish I had some diamonds to wear,” Félicie sighed. “I do love diamonds so.”
“If you’d give in to Greg, you might have one,” Jerry suggested.
“One about the size of a pin-point! I couldn’t stand that. Men don’t half appreciate what it means to a girl to have a ring that she won’t have to be ashamed of. When I get one, I want a good one, as long as it’s a thing I’ll have to wear all my life.”
“Oh, so you’ve thought up another argument now for not getting married for four years,” said Jerry.
“Now you’re picking on me again!”
The ring of the telephone announcing that their escorts awaited them downstairs interrupted here, and they sailed down after a mere98 ten minutes for last rites99 of re-powdering, going over one’s hair, and general touching100 up.
Gregory Stevens was as dark as Félicie, scarcely more than an eager boy, and very much in love, as Joy saw and could have seen if she had not been told. They ate at the Belmont, and throughout dinner Félicie and Greg carried on a low-toned conversation, refusing to be drawn101 into the general chatter102. They reached the opera late, and Joy lost herself in a heaven of sound oblivious103 to the whispering all about her. The first grand opera she had ever heard; small wonder that she could not come out of her trance between the acts, to enjoy the sensation of being a beautiful girl sitting in a box at the Opera. A little before the end Harry pulled her back to the world of Excitement-Eaters by whispering: “Come on, we don’t want to be caught in this mob; we’re going somewhere to dance.”
Surprised dumb that they could leave the greatest of music quivering in mid-air, she followed them as they streaked104 out and lost the time they had gained in debate of where to go. Steve voted for the “Bré Cat;” Jerry downed that with a sniff105; “Princeton’s playground!” “Weisenrebber’s,” Harry’s suggestion, was voted down as “too rough;” Jerry declared she positively107 would not go to any of the hotels, she could get the same thing in Boston. Steve groaned108, and said he supposed they’d have to fork out fifty dollars or so for a table at the Frolic; Félicie and Greg cried out in swift protest that they wanted to go somewhere quiet.
“I tell you what,” said Harry: “let’s slum uptown. There’s a place up around Columbia with good music—Fennelly’s, or something. Come on, we’re off!”
No one knowing enough about the place to object, they piled into a taxi and worked their way uptown, Félicie and Greg following alone in another. The first four were well established at the uptown dancing palace before Félicie and Greg joined them. Félicie’s colour was heightened almost to a dark purple flush; Greg was pale, his features standing109 out sharply. They sat down at the table without a word, and stared vaguely110 at the dancers.
“You two ought never to go to the opera,” said Harry sweetly. “It’s got you all—wrought—up.”
“Not the opera,” said Greg, each word sheared111 off almost before it came. “We’ve been discussing the modern girl.”
“I don’t want to talk about it any more,” Félicie’s pouting112 lips twitched113 out. “I’m so nervous now I could just scream!”
“We’ve ordered for you,” said Steve as the waiter brought up some soft drinks. “Do you think opera is as crazy as I do? Come on, Harry; let’s do our favourite scene from Madame Butterfly. Ladies and gentlemen, this is an actual transition from part of this famous opera.” He rose, pouring some gingerale into a glass, singing solemnly: “Will you have some more whiskey?”
“Thank you!” sang Harry in response, taking the glass and draining it. They sat down looking for appreciation114; but Joy and Jerry were regarding the two who still sat without a flicker115 of attention to anything.
“Well, what is there about the modern girl that brings on this run-over attitude?” Harry inquired, ignoring Steve’s warning eyebrows116.
“The modern girl,” said Greg, “is selfish to cruelty. I think that—carries the situation in a nutshell.”
“Is the modern girl any more selfish than the modern man?” said Joy quickly, anxious to alleviate117 the mauve tints118 of Félicie’s face. “I haven’t noticed it, if it’s so.”
“Oh, now we’re in for deep discussion!” Harry proclaimed joyously119. “I do love deep discussions in frivolous120 places!”
“From my point of view, the man as he is to-day is the result of the modern girl,” said Greg, turning to Joy.
“If she is selfish, so selfish that she wishes to have everything, while giving nothing in return, so selfish that she looks upon the world as her debtor—she must mold the man’s attitude toward her. And men can no longer regard her with the chivalry121 and reverence122 in which men held women when women made the sacrifices that made the name of woman something to be worshipped.”
“But we’re sick of being worshipped!” cried Félicie, whose silence had been fading to lavender. “The viewpoint you have is the viewpoint of the last century and so on—men dividing women into two classes—” She stopped, and Jerry took up the sentence:
“Félicie wants to say—two classes—good and bad; good to be worshipped and do all the work and have a generally poky time; bad to be despised, but taken around and having the whirl their good little sisters missed.”
“And why boast that the old-fashioned distinction has disappeared?” Greg thrust forth. “Nowadays the line has vanished. Good and bad comport123 themselves alike. The ‘good’ girl—so-called—refuses to undertake any of the responsibilities that for centuries have made her sheltered and protected. She paints her face more recklessly than her sister on the street. She aims to out-demi the demi-mondaine in her dress. She does not disdain124 to use any weapon, no matter how blood-stained, to bring men to her feet; and then she leaves them there. The old-fashioned girl gave a man the mitten125. This new girl never kills them off; she must have strings126 to her bow; she keeps them dangling127 around her as long as is humanly possible. And then she turns around and says: ‘Men aren’t as chivalrous128 as they used to be!’” He looked around at them, with almost a sneer129. “No wonder things are happening nowadays that a few years ago you couldn’t have believed possible!”
Joy, clutching at her throat, was conscious that her nails were biting into the skin. She was back at her first Prom—last spring. She saw herself standing in front of a mirror gazing in fascination130 at her white shoulders, her blazing cheeks, her painted lips. Again she beard Jim Dalton telling her what he thought of her appearance. Had she been in some way responsible for what had happened? “You’re ripping me all to pieces.” . . . The words leaped up at her from the stagnant131 channels of that memory. She drew in her breath so sharply that it caught in her lungs.
“That’s a very fluent argument, Greg,” Harry was saying: “I’m surprised and pleased to see an Eli whose brains weren’t lost under the training table. All the same, I think you’re on the wrong tack132. As Jerry says, the old-fashioned girl was poky. I couldn’t stand her alone for five minutes; she’d drive me to drink.”
“Maybe, but she wouldn’t drink with you,” grinned Steve.
“That’s just it, Harry!” said Joy. “An old-fashioned girl bores men nowadays. So what stimulus133 have we for being old-fashioned?”
“It’s one of those vicious circles,” said Greg. “But the girls are responsible in the first place—they can’t get away from it. They have fooled the men into thinking they’re more attractive this way.”
“Well, they are,” Harry persisted. “I wouldn’t go back to the Clinging-Vine Age for marbles. When I go to see a girl, I want to have a good time with her—and as far as I can see, if the gallants in other times ever did get to see a girl, all they did was sit and twiddle their thumbs.”
“You didn’t hear any complaints from anybody,” said Greg undaunted. “Nobody realized they were having what we could now term a dull time. I tell you things are getting too complicated. There are too many new inventions for having good times. We just dash from one new sensation to the next. When a man goes to see a girl nowadays, what do they do? Do they sit in the parlor134 and talk, do they go out into the kitchen and make fudge? They do not. They duck the family, and step into his or her father’s Rolls-Royce or Ford136 and ride seven or seventy miles to the nearest place that has the best dance music or they go to the movies, during which they laugh and talk and say: ‘Why did we come? We could have done this at home and not be bored by a rotten show;’ but they go next time just the same; or if they stay home for once, they gather a large bunch around them and turn on the home jazz variety. Is this true or isn’t it?”
“Well, I fail to see how you can slide all that off on the girl,” said Jerry. “What’s the use of all this moralizing stuff? You know you like a good time as well as the rest of us. To crab137 at people who are enjoying themselves is a sign of the aged22.”
“Look at us to-night,” said Greg. “Here we are paying I-don’t-know-what per couvert to sit in an uninteresting place and watch the world’s most ordinary potpourri138, the personnel of a public dance hall, canter around on a bum139 floor——”
“And listen to you crab. I admit it’s awful,” said Jerry, rising. “Come on, Harry. Greg probably won’t dance after his oration140, but I intend to see if it is a bum floor.”
They slid away, and Greg looked at Félicie. The lines in his face quivered into softness until he looked like a hungry, wistful child. Félicie’s colour had died to a brilliant flash in either cheek; her loveliness was almost aching in its intensity141. “I’m sorry, Félicie,” he said gently. “Shall we dance?”
Steve and Joy looked after them as they joined “the world’s most ordinary-looking potpourri.” “He seems like a fine fellow,” said Steve; “but what’s eating him, anyway? Won’t she marry him? He ought to be glad.”
“Well, he doesn’t seem to be,” said Joy rather shortly.
“All this haste to get married while you’re young is idiotic,” said Steve, with an air of settling the subject. “If he says the modern girl is selfish because she doesn’t want to let herself in for the cares and risks of marriage until she has an everlasting142 good time out of her youth, he’s talking rot. The modern girl’s got a sane143 argument, and it’s the same one I’d use for myself. Marriage clips your wings, whether you’re a man or a girl, and there’s no use getting into it before you’ve had enough of high-flying!”
Joy said nothing. It was the same argument she had used for herself. Marriage was not for her, until the wings of her power had grown so that she could soar with that impediment. But Félicie’s case was different. She was in love—supposedly. And Greg’s face——
“Come on and twirl a measure,” said Steve, “if you’re not above mingling144 with the Too-Much-Perfumed.”
“Too-Much-Perfumed?” she echoed as they went out on the floor.
“Yes—I always think of that in these places—don’t you get the scent90 on different couples as they whiff by us? I always think of the common herd145 as perfuming themselves heavily. So, instead of calling ’em the Great Unwashed, I call ’em the Too-Much-Perfumed.”
It was about two when they returned to the Belmont. The girls undressed quickly, saying little. No one brought up the subject of Greg’s harangue146. Jerry said that she would sleep with Félicie, so that Joy could have the single room and sleep as late as possible into the day.
“I know you’ve got to have sleep back of your voice,” she said, “so go to it, old girl. I’ll make Félicie open one window.”
If only Jerry were not such an Excitement-Eater——
By four the next afternoon, Joy had nearly scared herself into a chill. Félicie had gone down to Princeton for a party, but Jerry had remained with her. First, her costume offered trouble. After three changes, she was almost ready to start, when there was a heartsick moment of losing her short gloves. Then a worse moment when she found a rip in them that Jerry repaired with lightning skill. Hesitation147 over her music which Pa had told her to take indiscriminately, since the great one would select what she pleased to hear. It seemed such a lot to take in one music roll. Finally Jerry bundled her off, going down with her to the door of the waiting car, a dark green Cadillac, such as anyone,—well most anyone—might have. She was driven to the door of a Park Avenue apartment house, where the chauffeur148 instructed her to go to the top floor. A little maid admitted her to a room beautifully appointed in grey, relieved by sharp touches of black and the inevitable149 grand piano. Music was piled on the piano in indeterminate heaps; some of it was even trickling150 off to the floor. Another sheet fell as Joy came into the room, and she went over to pick it up, restoring the others to place as she did so.
“Ah, so we have a neat little housewife’s soul, in a singer!”
A full, perfectly151 poised voice, each word as flawless as if it had been engraved152 on a cameo. Joy turned, crimson with embarrassment153 and excitement, and straightway forgot both. The queen of music had a most understanding smile. Moreover, she did not look like a diva. She was not even large, as singers went, and certainly not of terrifying aspect. She was dainty as a little wren154, standing by the doorway155 in a grey teagown, her head tipped to one side, her eyes—the eyes that looked so awe156-inspiring in her pictures—surrounded by a network of little smile-wrinkles.
“Well,” she said, and came to take Joy’s hands; “have you nothing at all to say to me—or must all be sung, as in op-era? Never mind—” and she drew Joy to a sofa—“I once remember when I was younger than you, and they sent me to sing for Patti. Oh, how I died! It was after a performance, and Patti was in no charm to hear me. She was weary of child-wonders. How well I remember that long time ago! She was in her room at the hotel; there was a wood fire; she always had one go ahead of her, turn off the steam, and have a fire built ready for her coming. I sat in a tremble; and what I had brought to sing—at sixteen? The waltz song from Romeo and Juliet! But no matter. She came in all wrapped around with cloaks and hoods157 and shawls. How poisonous is the night air to a singer, and all other things that lend joy and romance! Her table was spread with her supper. I was to sing while she ate. She sat down, giving me a look with those black eyes, while her maid unwound her from the shawls. I was so unhappy! She pointed to the piano. ‘I do not know why they want me to hear them sing,’ she said. ‘I know nothing, just what I like or do not like, and how it sounds to me—I will listen not for the things the critics discuss. But sing! And I will tell you what I think.’”
She looked at Joy, her eyes twinkling up again. “I was in a horror! I shook, how I shook! And the noble Adelina saw that I could not do anything, although the young man was waiting for me at the piano. She arose from her clear soup, did Adelina, and went to look at what I had brought. ‘Ah, it is the waltz!’ she said. ‘Have you heard Nellie Melba sing this, child?’
“Nellie Melba was then dazzling the world. I had heard and rejoiced, as had everyone. I could only nod. But Adelina went on. ‘In my time,’ she said, ‘Nellie Melba’s voice would have been termed a light-opera voice. You gasp9? But listen how we were taught to run the descent of the chromatic158 in this waltz.’”
She closed her eyes, her features sinking into a repose159 of prayer. “Oh, those notes that came floating from that supreme160 woman! Golden, perfectly matched, each one a pearl on the perfect string! She stopped on the B flat, and laughed a little at my face. ‘Now I will show you,’ said she, ‘how Nellie Melba pours it forth!’ And that Adelina ran it up and down in just the way I had heard Melba sing it many times. I cannot tell you the difference. Still beautiful, but—it was as if she had taken the bottom away from everything, that second time!”
“What did she say when you sang?” Joy asked eagerly, as she came to a pause.
The little wren tossed her hands and shoulders, laughing lightly. “The story ends there! I have gotten you to speak! Come—let us see what you have brought. I hope a variety, for I like to choose!” She ran her fingers lightly through the music-roll, pulling out “The Messiah,” to Joy’s horror. She had not dreamed that the heroine of thirty operas, and mistress of the concert stage, would even glance at oratorio161.
“Behold what is complete in one,” she was saying. “We have everything here, from the dramatics to the dynamics162. Come, let us be off!”
“I didn’t suppose—this is the hardest thing I ever tried to do—” Joy faltered163, following her to the piano.
“No matter! You have saved yourself already, in saying ‘tried to do,’ instead of—‘done’!” She modulated164 into the pastoral symphony, still talking: “This is so cruel! Nearly eighty pages while the soprano sits like a rock! Many have no voice left when their time comes!”
She played for Joy to sing through the four first recitatives, then without comment plunged165 into the “Come Unto Him,” followed by “Rejoice Greatly,” and ending with “I Know That My Redeemer Liveth.”
Then she turned on the bench. “We all have fads166, which we call convictions,” she said quietly; “and mine is that this music we have just done can show plainly as nothing else, what one has and what one has learned. Now let us have some fun and do some op-era. What can you do?”
“Pa hasn’t given me anything but Faust——”
“He wouldn’t; I am glad; for I know you have other airs, and I shall wish to see what you have done without Pa, with your own brain and soul-fire. Come, shall we do something so banal you shall have to lend it your own self, lest we remember the hurdy-gurdy?”
Joy hesitated, as she had been about to suggest her beloved Louise.
“But-terfly!” cried the little wren, and tore a wail of beauty from the keys.
So Joy sang Madame Butterfly . . . with a pulse beating in her voice that made the great one turn on the last note and kiss her exultantly167.
“When I have a new sensation with that song, I am won!” she cried. “And you gave it—why, you little girl—with years before your maiden168 voice grows into your woman’s voice—you had not only the longing169 of Butterfly but the longing of all! Do you see what I mean? It is so that the American shop girl could hear you sing it in Italian and weep!”
She became quiet, judicial170. “Pa Graham is right. The greatest of teachers are not always right—when the pupil has beauty which dazzles and deafens171 the beholder—but Pa is right with you. You have everything, everything and to spare, in equipment. Now it is the question of the years of preparation. Many young girls start out as you, with high hopes and encouragement. Many do not finish—of their own fault and choosing. Are you of a steadfast172 mind?”
“I will let nothing come in my way,” said Joy breathlessly, “not even love——”
“That is the thing that may end all. . . . And perhaps you may be glad that all is over, if you love greatly.” She looked down at the gorgeous rings on her fingers, and there was a little silence before she continued. “But most loves are not the great loves of which we sing and act; they are not the blazing altar-fires of which we dream; love comes down to a hearth-fire, after marriage. And we who sing are not content with hearth-fires. Remember that always, little one; we who sing are not content with hearth-fires.”
The maid came into the far end of the room, spraying the air with water from an atomizer. “My substitute for Adelina’s wood-fires,” the wren said with a smile. “Steam dries you up in your throat—oh, it is terrible! Bring the tea, will you, Aimée?” A pause, while she played rippling173 cadenzas and frowned at the keys. Joy longed to ask her to sing, but would not, when suddenly without apparent preparation or setting, her voice floated out in a great, full note that swelled174 to the power of the room until the very windows sang, and then quivered itself into silence. Under the little white hands the keys wove a melody above which the voice rang out, first dazzling with its fireworks, then charming with its beauty. Joy, listening, thought it the most perfect voice in the world, as it came close to being. It ended on a long high note as small and clear as a thread of silver, that hung in the air and charmed the echoes.
“It is an old Italian air,” she said, before Joy could speak. “I have not sung it for a long time; no one sings it any more; the new music is all different.”
“Thank you,” said Joy, reverently175; “the memory of that will always spur me on. And thank you for not singing before I did!”
Her laugh, as lovely a thing as one of her runs, rippled176 out, and she turned to the wagon177 Aimée was wheeling into the room. “And now for tea. Here is a splendid illustration of the hardships of the singer. We must forswear life’s sweet things for the voice and the figure. Often I think, when shall I taste that French pastry178 my friends always de-vour?” She rolled her eyes, almost upsetting the teacup she was passing Joy. “But no, I do not even know what it would seem like.”
Tea with lemon and without sugar; buttered toast; flat little sponge cakes that tasted like sawdust.
“Once I let myself go and ate a caramel before a concert,” the little wren related, between sips179 of tea. “Never shall I forget! I came out and sang My Lovely Celia. I had not sung much in English, and they were ready to notice anything. I sang on, ‘as lilies sweet, as soft as air,’ and when I came to soft—you know it is but a G, but a tiny, small, floated thing—my voice stuck, I strangled, and the whole hall choked for me! I could feel that caramel sticking to my cords!”
Tea was over, and Joy knew that she must go. She managed to express her appreciation coherently, in spite of the fact that her hostess kissed her again.
“When you return to New York, you must come here once more,” she said, and put Joy’s music back into the roll for her. “And when you are through with all your work, we will get you that hearing.”
Joy rode back to the Belmont holding her music-roll gingerly. It was awesome180, when you considered who had closed it. Would she ever want to open it again. . . . The queen of music had spoken as though her success were a matter of time. . . .
Jerry was sitting by the window, looking out into the darkness; a desolate181 Jerry with her hair pulled back into a brush, leaving her white face without shading.
“New York’s getting under my skin,” she said rapidly before Joy could speak; “there’s no use, Joy; it spells Phil Lancaster to me, and a lot of other things that do me no good to think about; I’ve got to get out of here.”
Joy put down her music roll before coming nearer, and as Jerry’s eyes fell on it, she jumped up, shaking her hair until it fell about her face once more. “I’m a selfish fool! Tell me all about it—quick!”
Joy had nearly finished her thrilling story when Jerry interrupted her. “Here’s a note they pushed under the door. I forgot to give it to you before.”
It was a little hotel envelope containing the information that Mrs. Eustace Drew had called and would call again at six-thirty. Joy looked at her watch wildly. It was that now.
“Does ‘will call at six-thirty’ mean in person, or by telephone?” she demanded. The telephone rang by way of answer, and a voice informed her that “Mrs. Drew was in the lobby.”
“She might at least have spoken to me herself,” she grumbled, flying to the mirror.
“Who?” said Jerry.
“My New York cousin. Things always come in bunches with me!”
Yes, Cousin Mabel certainly might have talked to her, if only to tell her what to expect, she thought as she went down to attack the lobby vaguely. But Cousin Mabel was standing by a pillar and came over to her immediately.
“Joy?” she asked with a smile its recipient182 recognised as genuine: “Well, I think we should have known each other anywhere—or is it mere fond vanity that tells me we look alike?”
Cousin Mabel was a pretty woman in her late twenties, a trifle faded already, but very dainty and luxurious-looking wrapped in her sables183. She was of the same blond type as Joy, but her hair was already losing its brightness and her eyes were grey rather than the radiant blue that marked Joy’s greatest appeal. She was unvarnishedly pale, which made Joy conscious of the dab184 of rouge185 on her cheeks. As she stood exchanging amenities186, Joy found herself contrasting Cousin Mabel’s style with Jerry’s. Jerry was always put together perfectly, with just the right amount of carelessness; but her style was the type that burst upon one. Mabel undoubtedly had style; but it was so quiet that one had to look many times to appreciate the small, perfect little details that made the unobtrusive whole.
“I have been trying to get you for so long, my dear,” she was saying. “But last night you were evidently making the most of being in New York; also this afternoon. Is it too late for you to run up to dine informally with us to-night? My big brother will be there, and my husband and one or two others.”
Joy stood with gracelessly opened mouth. Mabel’s big brother——
“I didn’t know I had more cousins that I hadn’t heard about,” she said heavily, thinking of no better way to bring back the subject.
“Oh, yes, there’s Phil! Older than I, and getting to be a more hard-and-fast bachelor every year. It’s even difficult to get him to dine with us, so you really must come to-night!” As Joy still hesitated, plunging187 for another setting to bring about what she wished, Mabel went on: “I know it’s awfully last minute-y, but it isn’t a dinner party, or anything but just an informal gathering—and as long as we are cousins——”
“Oh, I should love to,” said Joy, “but it would mean leaving the girl with whom I came over, all alone——”
“Bring her too, then! That settles it!” Mabel laughed. “I’ll send the car back for you at seven-fifteen. You’re a nice child, Joy!” She paused in her exit, and lifted a black-gloved finger. “So you and she are staying alone at an hotel in the wicked city. Dear me—these New England cousins!”
Joy went slowly back to the room where Jerry stared out of the window at a New York that had grown barren to her. She had made an opportunity—given Jerry her fighting chance. And now she was overwhelmed by misgivings188. It did not seem possible that a love could have endured so long upon so little. And how could Jerry hold her own in the house of Mabel Lancaster Drew? She—Mabel—had all but raised her eyebrows—at their being alone in New York together. What would she think, when she saw Jerry—— But Joy put away that thought.
What should she tell Jerry? It was hard not to tell her the incredible truth; it was the fair, square way that Jerry would have taken. But it might be better for Jerry to be unprepared. She debated; and since she could not decide, did not tell her. Jerry showed no enthusiasm at the thought of dining with Joy’s cousins.
“You say you don’t know them at all, yet you’re passing up a wonderful chance for us to go along to some awful little joint189 while Félicie isn’t here to clamp down on dirty food!”
“We might as well get a meal paid for,” said Joy, watching Jerry’s preparations with ill-concealed suspense190. Jerry, always sensitive to waves of feeling, dropped the bright green dinner gown she had taken up and laughed. “Why did you make ’em throw me in with the invitation, Joy, if you’re going to feel cross-eyed about my get-up?”
“Haven’t you brought anything—darker?” Joy asked feebly.
“Not in the dinner line. Never mind. Here’s a black velvet of Félicie’s.”
“It will hang on you in folds.”
“Oh, no, it won’t.” Jerry had wriggled191 in and out of the velvet, pinned a few bunches in the luscious192 material, then sat down with her sewing-kit135 in her favourite cross-legged position. Inside of six minutes, she put away her thimble, stuck her needle on the outside of the kit and threw it on the bed, and put on the velvet, which fell about her in full, majestic193 lines, but looked as if it had been built for her. Joy thought with a spurt194 of hope that she had never seen Jerry look so well. The black toned her down; the velvet softened195 her. She felt ashamed of her momentary196 qualms197, and tried to make up for it by talking effusively198 on the way over, and jesting about the way cars were being sent for them. However, her efforts only evoked199 a puzzled look from Jerry, who did not know Joy in a talkative vein200.
The car drew up in front of a large red sandstone house just off Fifth Avenue in the fifties, which brought a whistle from Jerry. “Say, Joy—what are you getting us into? The nearest I’ve been to this sort of stuff is the movies!”
It did not add to their composure to have a butler admit them, to be elevatored to one floor to take off their wraps and elevatored to another floor to meet Mabel. They were ushered201 into a drawing-room, which seemed to Joy’s eyes full of people whose faces were obscured in the candlelight which was the only illumination affected202. Mabel came forward to greet them, a little overplump without the coat and glossing-over sables, but very attractive in warm rose, her only jewelry203 a single pink pearl hanging at the end of a platinum204 and diamond chain. Joy noticed these details automatically, her attention focussed on Jerry, who, since she had entered the room, had taken on a manner entirely205 foreign to her make-up as Joy knew it. She was the easy, gracious grande dame68 from the lilt of her walk and assured poise72 to the cultured cadences206 of the voice that Joy had often likened to rough plush. She had slipped into it as readily as one slips into another garment.
Joy could not know, as the East-Side gamin answered Mabel’s friendly greeting with a few well-chosen words of appreciation at her inclusion in the dinner, that poor little Jerry had assumed the atmosphere of the successful designer at Charlette’s, when she was conferring with a desirable patron. She only marvelled207, then looked beyond. A man nearing forty, and plumpness; a girl with a complexion208 of peachdown, pleasantly irregular features, brown hair folded back straight without a crinkle or wave from a high white forehead; and behind these two—a taller man, whose face was above the range of the candlelight.
“Miss Dalrymple, Miss Nelson—and my husband, Mr. Drew—” The two who barred the way fell apart, and Joy was facing the man who had given Jerry the power to dream. “Phil, this is your new cousin.”
Weary blue eyes that settled on her without interest; a dark, beautiful face with hard lines carving209 manliness210 into it and softer marks etching bitternesses around the eyes and mouth; a man who, even Joy could sense, had been too inquisitive211 of life and found nothing worthy212 of his young curiosity. She fell aside and looked back at Jerry, still the grande dame, exchanging greetings with the first two. Jerry was never pretty; she could not sink to that level; and to-night she was at the height of her fascination. No one could wear bobbed hair quite like Jerry; it fluffed around her face, adding to the shimmering213 lights of expression; those lights that always seemed dancing to the surface, yet which by not being transmuted214 into speech and action, lent her subtlety215, which is the essence of charm.
She came through to them, stately, gracious, with always that moonshine of charm flickering216 in her face. “My brother, Mr. Lancaster,” said Mabel at her elbow. Jerry looked up—and vivid colour, moonbeams, grande dame and all, were struck from her face as if an artist had wiped everything from his painting but the formless features. A long moment she hung thus, one thin hand which she had put out before lifting her head, fluttering without volition217. Then with a gasp almost heard in the suspended quiet, she took shape again. Star-shine lurked218 itself into her face, and she threw back her head, bringing on the grand dame again in double-barreled force. Valiant219! Joy thought; valiant! And stole a look at him. There she had the great surprise of the evening. He was taking Jerry’s hand, a bit lingeringly; smiling at her with interest—but without recognition!
“You look very much like someone I met a long time ago,” he said.
“A very long time ago?” murmured Jerry in the richest of her plush tones.
“Oh, very. At least two years—which means it was war times, and those times seem hundreds of years behind us now.”
“There you go, Old Crow’s-feet!” Mabel was hanging on his arm and smiling up at him. She brought the others into it with an explanatory quirk220: “These returned war heroes think everyone forgets pretty quickly, but we don’t, do we?”
“Returned war hero!” Joy cried, her mind a suspended blank to be written over with wonder. Jerry said nothing with fierce intensity of question.
“Why, yes,” said Mabel. “Stop nudging me, Phil, I will if I want to!—He was over for a long time, and brought back millions of those little citation221 ribbons which he gave me with instructions to bury—stop, Phil!”
Another man-servant—did they have two butlers?—announced dinner at this moment, and Mabel gave Joy to her brother, leading the way with Jerry and leaving her husband to the girl with the white forehead, who so far had said nothing of any irrelevance222, and so had made little impression on the party.
As they settled themselves behind the fruit cocktails223, Joy watched Phil Lancaster, who kept his eyes fixed on Jerry across the table.
“Is—is the resemblance so very striking?” she probed gently.
“Not so very, after the first look.” He took his eyes away from Jerry with a jolt224 and landed them on Joy for one perfunctory second. “Your friend is quite a different type.” His eyes found Jerry again; and Jerry’s short, thick lashes225 quivered as she raised her chin higher and looked determinedly226 at Mabel, who was stretching out a large fund of small talk.
“That girl with the brown hair and white forehead—is she another cousin?” asked Joy, still quietly insistent227 that he should talk to her.
He drew his eyes back to Joy. “No; she’s a Bryn Mawr girl, one of Mabel’s protégés. Mabel’s awfully keen on younger girls.”
“You don’t like ‘younger girls,’ do you?” His tone had been descriptive.
“Why—has Mabel been getting biographic?”
“No; she didn’t say anything about you to me; I just guessed. And as long as I have guessed, I think you ought to tell me why.”
There was a pause as a third man in livery came between them with the soup, an opportunity he enriched by looking at Jerry; then he said: “To tell you why—would not make dinner conversation. But a young girl flaunting228 her conscious beauty and youth does not interest me, any more than I would give other than a passing look to a large coloured advertisement on a billboard229.”
“And how about older women?” she asked, letting his statement pass without battle.
“Oh—they have either lost interest in life and are only pretending, or their minds are one-track affairs.”
“My——” said Joy thoughtfully. “It must be awful to be a bachelor.”
They both laughed then, and Jerry looked across the table with an answering gleam. His eyes caught hers for an intimate moment; then she turned back to Mabel and he to Joy.
“I admit it sounded humourous,” he said. “But I told you, the rest would not be dinner conversation.”
“When did you go across?” she asked abruptly230. Her words carried across the table, and Jerry’s polite attention to Mabel took on another tin.
“In the fall of ’17.”
So she had been right in her random231 suggestion! Mabel, hearing a fragment of their conversation through Jerry’s silence, proudly contributed the fact that Phil had just been promoted to the rank of major when the armistice232 was signed. The girl with the white forehead and Mabel’s husband were deep in a steady stream of discussion which flowed on during the pauses of the rest of the dinner party.
So he did not remember Jerry. And yet he must, or why did he look at her so? Many times she reviled233 fashion of ceremony, as courses were brought on and taken off and dinner slowly rolled by with always the balancing of his and Jerry’s gaze across the table, while he talked vaguely and diffusely234 to Joy. It was when they were having coffee—Mabel had declared the men were too few to be left alone—that he seemed to give his attention to Joy for the first time. She had not been lessening235 her contemplative gaze, and he suddenly broke into it. “I’m sorry—I’ve rattled236 on so. I don’t know what’s in the air to-night—I’m not generally talkative. Are you of those awful ones who ‘draw people out,’ young cousin?”
He was almost boyish now. She had been noting one or two grey hairs sparkling in his ruddy crop.
“I don’t think—I’ve drawn you out at all,” she said, and her glance travelled to Jerry. He did not look this time, but his eyes were well distanced by now.
“I am glad you brought her with you,” he said simply.
The remark was so direct, after his circuitous237 discourse78 throughout the meal, that she was left in surprise without a response. Mabel, sensitive to Jerry’s aloofness238, Phil’s apparent boredom239 and Joy’s non-registering silence, rose and wafted240 them into the drawing room. “Eustace, you can play the Victrola or do something entertaining while I show Joy the babies,” she demanded. “She doesn’t know she has some more cousins to meet!”
They left the four, for another elevator trip. “You have—children?” said Joy in awe.
Mabel nodded. “Three,” she said, with the first pride she had shown.
Three children—in as many years of marriage. Small wonder Mabel looked a little faded, in spite of every aura wealth could cast. The nursery was a long, wide room, into which they tiptoed, Mabel turning on the light of a small rose-shaded lamp. Three little white beds, with tiny, slumbering241 faces pressed hard against the pillows—faces beautiful with the unearthly beauty of babyhood on which all of life’s beauty is yet to be written. A moment while Joy gazed, and Mabel, going from one room to another, murmured ecstatic nothings. Then Mabel turned off the light, and they went to the door shivering in the cold from the open windows that they had not felt while looking at the children.
On the other side of the door Joy stammered242 her enchantment243 of eternity’s marvel17. Mabel smiled, her hand on the knob, lingering as if she could not bear to leave that hold upon the nursery.
“You will never know—until you have them,” she said. “The greatest happiness in all the world, Joy. If only people realized! I myself didn’t know. I thought I had come to the crown of my life when I married. To have the love of the one you love—that is surely the greatest honour and happiness that life can bring. But this—this brings so infinitely244 much more—that you think you could only have barely existed, before!” She relinquished245 the knob, turning it gently so that the catch would hold. “All the happiness in the world, Joy, transmutes246 itself into this great one. After all, everything speaks in terms of love.” She laughed, half apologetically. “It’s true—we married people pity everyone who doesn’t go and do likewise!”
Joy was thinking of the phrases she had heard bandied with such assurance—yes, that she herself had bandied in her own mind; “the risks and sacrifices of marriage,” “marriage clipping the wings.” In the nursery—and now, with Mabel’s suddenly iridescent247 love spreading beauty in her face—a career with all its gilt248 glory seemed very far away and unreal. But they came back to a room which was echoing to great music filtered through a sounding-box; and nursery and Mabel’s face sank away. Different hearts, different loves—and what could one love one-half so satisfying as music?
Eustace Drew and the college girl were selecting other records from the cabinet—Jerry and Phil Lancaster were on the other side of the room, beyond the candles, talking. Jerry was sitting on the window-seat; he was standing looking down upon her, his back to the room. Joy frantically249 wished that she were a pane250 in that window, then sat down beside the college girl, who turned a smiling face to her with some comment on the music. Joy answered it without impetus, and in the ensuing conversation was surprised to find that Miss Dalrymple was actually interesting on the subject. Besides being well-read, as Joy innocently supposed all college girls to be, she was evidently well-heard. She decided251 that Miss Dalrymple added up to a very attractive girl. She wasn’t the type that a man would ask to a Prom to cut a wide swath and impress the other fellows with looks and jazz, but she was very attractive just the same. She had beauty of an unobtrusive sort; her clothes were quietly right; and she had a responsive glow that was most winning. Joy continued the conversation in an investigating frame of mind. This girl must be several years older than she was. She seemed older, in some few ways, but on the whole, so much younger. . . .
After a long conversation Joy again looked at the two at the end of the room. It was so maddening to sit through an evening in ignorance of all that was passing. Mabel followed her look.
“Your friend seems to have bewitched my brother, Joy,” she said lightly. “She must be a sorceress, and cast a spell—he hasn’t even been polite to a girl for so long.”
Joy stole a glance at her watch. Quarter of ten—it was surely already too late to stay after a dinner in a butlered house such as this,—even if Jerry did show no signs of desiring to leave the window seat. She was stopped in her preliminary motions of departure by the insistence252 of the Drews. Why, they were scarcely acquainted with their new cousin yet! They did not even know what she was doing—what school she was attending, or if she was just being a butterfly this year. Somehow, she drew back from telling them about her studying and its aspirations253. It sounded so out of place in that atmosphere—so hectic254 after what she had seen upstairs. So she evaded255 the subject with a careless, “Oh, I’m not doing much of anything just now,” and this time succeeded in saying her farewells uninterrupted. Somehow Jerry saw her rise, and strolled over to them. Phil following with objecting footsteps. Jerry was palpably nervous. What she had done in allowing herself to be monopolized256 in a corner at such a small dinner-party where she had been a stranger, had been in bad taste; but it was the sort of thing that was being done continually by yearlings belonging to what is known as “the best families,” and she had not sinned against precedent257.
Mabel bade Joy an affectionate good-bye, adjuring258 her not to forget that the next time she visited New York she must stay with her cousins, and the Bryn Mawr girl shook hands warmly, hoping-to-see-her-again in a really genuine tone. Joy found her voice returning a like remark in as genuine a tone.
Eustace Drew joined Phil as they went to the door, and the two men rode to the Belmont with Joy and Jerry in an easy volleying of general conversation carried on mainly by Mr. Drew. Jerry, back in the gloom of the car, was inscrutable; Phil more so. They left them at the elevator, where the two girls turned to each other as the door closed and they shot upwards259.
“Anchor me down, Joy,” Jerry whispered; “anchor me down, or I’ll float away!”
“Jerry! What was he saying?”
An interim260 while they got off at their floor, passed a maid in the corridor, and gained their room. Jerry threw off her coat and went to the mirror. “Can you believe it, Joy?” she asked, in luxurious wonder, falling into all angles of pose; “he doesn’t know me! I’ve changed so much he doesn’t know me!”
“What did he say?” Joy demanded. “I saw he didn’t know you!”
“Well, I’ve changed since then. Funny I hadn’t thought of it that way. My hair’s bobbed now, of course—and I used to dress a lot more so, and this black velvet changes me more yet—and my make-up was different——”
“Will you tell me what he said—or won’t you?”
She whirled around from the mirror, and with a jump, seated herself on the bureau top. “After you went out, I slumped261 down on the window seat. My legs had caved in—I couldn’t stand any longer. And he came over to me and looked down at me—which he kept on doing, by the way. Joy, he likes to look at me. Did you notice it? Didn’t you? And then he said—he said—‘Do you believe in love at first sight?’ I was knocked loggy for a minute. Did I? Hadn’t I! Then I passed back to him: ‘Not necessarily.’ ‘It is the only love which is formed without analysis,’ he said, ‘and analysis is death to love.’ ‘Maybe, with some people,’ I said. ‘You can’t generalize about those things—though I suppose love is one of the things that is most generalized about.’
“‘Do you want me to come down to particulars?’ he said. ‘Or is it safer to go on—generalizing?’” Jerry clenched262 her hands, smiling softly the while. “I laughed at that. I had to laugh or yell—it was all so like I’d been dreaming for so long—I can’t believe yet it’s all really happened—and I said: ‘Please don’t put it up to me.’ ‘Let us both waive263 the responsibility, then,’ he said. ‘If what I say sounds like sheer madness, forget it. You look as if you could forget, and had forgotten, much. But—I have fallen in love twice in my life. The second time was this evening, when I saw you come walking down the room to meet me, a spirit embodied264 from a dream.’ Joy, he said that! Was there ever anything like it under Heaven?”
“No!” cried Joy, hysterical265 with conflicting emotions. “Go on!”
Jerry jumped down from the bureau to look into the mirror again. “Jerry, your luck,” she cried to her triumphant40 reflection. “Your luck!” She turned to Joy. “I was so scared I got to shaking. ‘A dream,’ I said. ‘Yes, that’s what it was, a dream all right.’ I thought it was, too. ‘You do not understand,’ he said. ‘How could I expect it—there will never be another Brushwood Boy.’ That was one of the things he had given me to read, Joy. I guess I registered a recognition on that, for he went on:
“‘Oh, you’ve read it? You remember the Brushwood boy saw a little girl in the theatre, and afterwards he built an image of her in his dreams. His image grew in his dreams to womanhood, and bye and bye he met her in the flesh—a spirit embodied from the dream. Two years ago, in those fleeting266, hectic days of war, at a time when no dreams were being left to me, I met a little girl who somehow brought me back to interest in life and—dreams. Our relationship was of the most casual; I only saw her a few times before I was suddenly put in command of a company that was sailing. She was not the sort to mean anything in my life, and I almost forgot her as herself. But her image stayed with me, always growing in little ways. She herself was so unfinished an image—she was of a type that could not change its atmosphere and environment—yet there was that in her which made me build, until the image grew to womanhood in my dreams. Am I boring you with details of a girl you never knew? But you see—the image grew to womanhood—and then I met you in the flesh, the embodiment of that dream.’ I hadn’t stopped shaking. ‘I don’t understand, except that I remind you of someone you once knew,’ I said. ‘Nor do I understand,’ he said. ‘It’s of the realm of—dreams. It’s not to be believed. What is this that makes me sure you are the complement267 to my existence, the one woman with everything I want, the sum total of a man’s fatuous268 dream that is generally too impossible to find realization269?’ ‘You’d better not spread words around so,’ I said. ‘It isn’t wise to talk freely about anything you only know by sight. If I were anyone else, I’d think you were crazy.’ He snapped me up on that. ‘If you were anyone else! I must descend270 to the supreme idiocy271 and say—But you are you—and I knew you were when you came walking down the room to-night.’ ‘You must be a Southern man,’ I said. ‘I’ve always heard that they swung this line.’ He never blinked at that. ‘Do you feel nothing?’ he said. ‘If you tell me you felt nothing when your eyes met mine—if you did not feel that we had been a long time finding each other—if you tell me that—why then,—I will start in and make you realize what I know to be true.’”
She stopped, and ran to the window with a trembling laugh. “Look at old New York—that I couldn’t look at this afternoon! Joy—to think of his saying that! Asking me if I didn’t feel that we had been a long time finding each other! Joy—I was so scared I’d slip a cog and come through with some pithy272 talk! I spoke slow and thought twice between each word. ‘I—I really—these flashes that seem to go between two people—I never analyze273 them—which you seem to be doing, after all.’
“By this time you’d come back, but he didn’t even turn though I kept my off-eye alive on you. ‘That is—admission,’ he said, talking very low now. ‘We have started at the end, and defeated all the weary preliminaries.’ ‘Doesn’t it all amount to the same, though?’ I said; ‘for we’ll have to work back.’ ‘No, it’s not the same,’ he said, ‘for at the end I do not greatly care to turn back for my sake. I shall for yours, if you will; but I somehow feel, that to work back is something for which you, too, do not greatly care.’”
“What did he mean?” Joy interrupted. “How could you follow all this, Jerry?”
“Follow what he says? I’d get his drift if he made love to me in Latin! He was taking me at my face value, Joy—which wasn’t right, God knows—and dropping the remark in passing that he wouldn’t expect me to do the same thing with him, although he sort of thought that I would anyhow!”
“It’s so—so strange.”
“Strange! It’s—as he says—a dream! How did he happen to be your cousin, anyway? Didn’t you ever know he was?”
Joy explained, and the two fell into a silent labyrinth274 of wonder. Jerry walked restlessly about the room. “And he’s still unmarried, though every woman that passed his way must have made a grab for him!”
“He looks to me like a man who has always had his way—with women,” said Joy, trembling to break in upon Jerry’s exultation275, but fearful memory driving the words out of her. “What if he was—just bandying words, Jerry? And thought you were too? Or didn’t care—what you thought? The last kind I know——You admitted too much, right off like that, it seems to me.”
Jerry laughed, running her fingers through her hair with a satisfied sigh. “Don’t you think I’ve been through enough sieges of men and their lines, in my life, not to be able to tell a real thing from a line? The real thing just thumps277 out. You never can mistake it. A line can be finely spun278, but it can’t thump276. The real thing and a line can have the same words—that’s where we women get fooled—it’s manner and looks you’ve got to watch.”
“He’s awfully cynical279 about women,” said Joy. “And his face, Jerry—it’s so full of—so—experienced.”
“Can you imagine me getting along well with anyone who was—not?” Jerry questioned; and then smiled again. Joy started. Her smile held in it an echo of Mabel’s peculiar280 radiance. “Cynical! His face looks like a kid’s who has asked for a stick of candy and been stuffed with the whole candy store.”
She began to slide out of her clothes. “And he doesn’t know—that I’m Galatea! Can you tie that?”
“You—don’t have to tell him,” and Joy watched her from the corner of one eye as she brushed her hair. “He doesn’t care about working back—he’s said so—you never have to tell him a—thing.”
Jerry shrugged281 her shoulders into the purple kimono. “He’s going to lunch with me to-morrow. He’ll see me in broad daylight without candles and the black velvet dress. It’ll be my turn to talk—in which case I can’t keep up my stride, and will have to slide into the American language. And I’m going to tell him—of course I’m going to tell him. Don’t you see my really being both things—starting the dream, and finishing it—makes it—better than ever? If he doesn’t see it that way—— But he will! I can’t wait to tell him.”
Joy crawled into bed with misgivings which grew faint in the face of Jerry’s firm faith. “It was just as we doped it, wasn’t it, Joy? You said he went across—and I said that I was too small and casual a matter for him to waste pains on—when it got inconvenient282 for him to do so. They sent him over sooner than he expected—so he simply knocked out of my life. But now! Those years were worth it—I’d go through ’em over again if I were sure this was coming at the end.”
“And he thinks he’s started at the end,” said Joy, “and ‘defeated all the weary preliminaries.’”
Jerry had snapped out the light, opened the windows and jumped into bed, but her head reared up again at this. “You think he’s had an easy time of it—compared to me—that I made it too easy for him, right off—don’t you? I—I didn’t want to make it any harder for myself! And look at his face, Joy—does he look as if he had had an especially satisfying time along the way—before he found me?”
“Forgive me, Jerry,” said Joy after a silence. “He was right, these things should not be analyzed283.”
But Jerry did not even hear her. “We have been a long time finding each other. But the finding trims everything on heaven and earth tied together, to a finish!”
And Joy was conscious of an overpowering loneliness. It was a barren feeling; she had never really loved. She had not known Mabel’s radiance or Jerry’s ecstatic fireworks, in the disturbing thrills that had been hers in the past which now seemed so far removed it was as if it belonged to another life. And now, with Jerry silent but not asleep by her side, she felt suddenly, horribly alone. Jerry was her best friend, and save for Jim, her only friend. Yet how that friendship sank into insignificance284 now. Jerry’s world was full; all her world and life were but one man; and Joy was outside. She lost herself in sleep, where she dreamed that the only person remaining in her world who spelled anything in life to her, had left her. She woke up sobbing285 bitterly, with “Jim!” on her lips. All was toneless dark, that breathless hour of earliest morning when vitality286 is at its lowest ebb106 yet sometimes the heart may beat at its highest. Things are seen at that hour with uninfluenced clarity of vision. And Joy gasped in the shock of the knowledge that was rising within her. Jim Dalton was the only person left—who spelled anything in life to her. Jerry was sleeping quietly; her tears fell unconsoled. “Jim!” she sobbed287 again; and with his name trembling through the black fringe of dawn, she fell asleep.
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triumphantly
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spoke
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haughty
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luxurious
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elusive
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audacity
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rustle
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sneer
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joint
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