“Somewhere up around here and not on Broadway. Where we won't see a Soul.” Her arm was still in his. She felt him draw a sudden deep breath. “Oh, Sue—if only I could take you down to the old rooms—make a cup of coffee—sit and look at you curled up in your own big chair—” He broke OFF. Sue, still half in a dream, considered this.
“Why, I don't know, Henry—If you—”
His arm now pressed hers so tightly against his side that it hurt her a little.
“No!” he said in a low rough voice. “No!”
She was silent.
“Can't you see what's the matter, girl? I couldn't do it. I'd never let you go—never! I'm insane with love for you. I'm full of you—throbbing, singing, thrilling with you!”
Again he stopped short They walked on slowly, arm in arm. She glanced up at his face. It was twisted, as with pain.
She tried to think. Every way lay confusion. Suddenly she freed her arm.
“Henry—” she began; then walked on a dozen steps before she could continue. “You have a timetable, Henry?”
“Oh—Sue!”
“Please, Henry! I can't miss that late train. I have no key, as it is, It will be difficult enough.” They walked another block, moving steadily2 toward the Pennsylvania-Station-Herald3-Square region whence all roads lead out into Long Island and New Jersey4. She did not know what he would say or do. It was a relief when finally he found the time-table in his pocket and handed it to her.
“What time is it now, Henry?”
He held out his watch for her to see.
“Yes, I can make it. I hate the tube, but there isn't time now for the ferry. Come as far as Herald Square with me, Henry.”
There at the stairway under the elevated road she gripped his hand for an instant, then ran lightly down into the underground station. And not until the smoky local train, over in Jersey, was half-way out to the village that she now called home did it come to her that he had spoken not one word after the little episode of the time-table. She could see his face, too, with that look of pain on it.
She rang and rang at the door. Finally she knocked. Aunt Matilda came then, silent, grim, and let her in.
Her room was as she had left it when she rushed out in the afternoon. The dancing clothes lay on the bed. Rather feverishly6 she threw them on a chair. The Russian costume fell to the floor. She let it lie there.
She slept little; but, wide-eyed, all tight nerves, lay late. She heard them go off to Sunday-school, at quarter past nine. The children would be back at eleven; but Mrs. Wilde and Aunt Matilda, if they followed their custom, would stay on to church. That is, unless Mrs. Wilde should have one of her nervous headaches. Sue hoped they would stay. It seemed to her that by noon she should be able to get herself in hand.
She lay a while longer. Then went down-stairs in her kimono and warmed up the coffee Aunt Matilda had left on the stove. She tried to eat a little bread, but had to give it up. She began to wonder, a thought frightened now, if she could get herself in hand by noon. Aunt Matilda's appearance, when she came in, had been forbidding. This morning no one had come near her, not even the children.
The Russian costume on the floor held her eye. She picked it up, lingered it. Then she put it on. One of the red boots was on the chair, the other under the bed. She found this and drew them both on. Next she got the gay cap from the closet.
She stood before the mirror. It seemed to her that her color was slowly returning. She slapped her cheeks to hasten it. Her thoughts were in a strange confusion. Just as she had been doing all night, she tried again to visualize8 her memories of those hard busy days of working out the Nature film, tried to build out of what she could faintly, brokenly piece together the picture as she had now seen it, a complete created thing. But it was a jumble9; it always went back to a bit of this experience and a bit of that. She tried to believe that the stirring, confident, splendid young creature on the screen was herself.... She pressed her palms against her temples. She could have cried out.
It was a relief to fall into one, then another of the old exercises preliminary to the dance. She went at these hard, until she could feel the warm blood tingling10 in her finger tips. Then she tried out that difficult Russian step. It did not come easily. There was effort in it. And her balance was not good. Then, too, the room was too small.
After a moment's hesitation11 she ran down-stairs, shut herself into the parlor12, moved the furniture back against the walls, went methodically to work.
Outside, a little later, the human materials for a romantic comedy were swiftly converging13 on her She did not know it. She did not once glance out the window. She heard nothing but the patter of her own light steps, the rustle14 of her silken costume, the clinking of the metals in the heels of the red boots that was meant to suggest the jingle15 of spurs.
Mrs. Wilde did have one of her headaches. She came home from Sunday-school with the children, leaving Aunt Matilda to uphold the good name of the household by remaining alone for church.
When the tall woman and the two little girls—the girls demure16, the woman gloomy in her depth of sorrow—turned in at the front walk, a tall young man, in a baggy17 old gray suit, with a trick of throwing his right leg out and around as he walked and toeing in with the right foot, was rounding the corner, rushing along with great strides. His brow was knit, his manner distrait18 but determined19.
The parlor door opened. Mrs. Wilde stood there, speechless. The girls crowded forward, incredulous, eager, their eyes alight. Becky jumped up and down and clapped her small hands. Mrs. Wilde suppressed her with a slap. The child began to whimper.
Sue stood in the middle of the room, flushed, excited, a glowing picture from a Bakst album.
Sue, catching21 a new sound, stared past her at a lanky22 figure of a man who stood at the screen door. Then with a sudden little cry, she rushed out to him. He opened the door and stepped within. Her arms flew around his neck. His arms held her close. He lifted her chin with a reverent23 hand, and kissed her lips. He did not know there was another person in the world.
Mrs. Wilde swept the children into a corner where they might not see.
“Sue,” she cried. “Are you crazy? Have you no sense—no shame?”
Sue threw hack24 her head, choked down a sound that might have been a laugh or a sob25. Her eyes were radiant. “Thank God,” she cried—“None!”
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