It is not for a moment to be supposed during the weeks which followed Mr. Egerton’s party that Miss Jaffray had retired2 from the social scene. And if her rebuff at Phil Gallatin’s hands had dampened the ardor3 of her enjoyment4, no sign of it appeared. She was more joyously5 satirical, more unmitigably bored, more obtrusively6 indifferent than ever. But those who knew Nina best discovered a more daring unconvention in her opinions and a caustic7 manner of speech which spared no one, not even herself. She was, if anything, a concentrated essence of Nina Jaffray.
A woman’s potentiality for mischief8 proceeds in inverse9 ratio to her capacity for benevolence10, and Nina’s altruism11 was subjective12. She gave her charity unaffectedly to all four-legged things except the fox, which had been contributed to the economic scheme by a beneficent Providence13 for the especial uses of cross-country riders. She spent much care and sympathy upon her horses, and exacted its equivalent in muscular energy. Two-legged things enjoyed her liking14 in the exact proportion that they contributed to her amusement or in the measure that they did not interfere15 with her plans.
But the word benevolent16 applied17 to Nina with about as much fitness as it would to the Tropic of Capricorn.
The motto of New York is “The Devil Take the[262] Hindmost,” and it feelingly voiced Nina’s sentiments in the world and in the hunting field. She had always made it a practice to ride well up with the leaders, and to keep clear of the underbrush, and had never had much sympathy for the laggards18. There was a Spartan19 quality in her point of view with regard to others, which remained to be put to the test with regard to herself. The occasion for such a test, it seemed, had arrived. For the first time in her life she was apparently20 denied the thing she most wanted. She had even been willing to acknowledge to herself that she wouldn’t have wanted Phil Gallatin if she hadn’t discovered that he wanted some one else.
But her liking for him had been transmuted21 into a warmer regard with a rapidity which really puzzled her and forced her to the conclusion that she had cared for him always. And Phil Gallatin’s indifference22 had stimulated23 her interest in him to a degree which made it necessary for her to win him away from Jane Loring at all hazards.
She was not in the least unhappy about the matter. Here was a real difficulty to be overcome, the first in personal importance that she had ever faced, and she met it with a smile, aware that all of the arts which a woman may use (and some which she may not) must be brought into play to accomplish her ends.
As a matter of fact, Nina’s mechanism24 was working at the highest degree of efficiency and she was taking a real delight in life, such as she had never before experienced. Since the “Pot and Kettle” affair she had thought much and deeply, had noted25 Coleman Van Duyn’s attentions to Jane Loring, and her acceptance of them, had heard with an uncommon26 interest of their reported engagement and had kept herself informed as to the goings and comings of Phil Gallatin. And she read Jane[263] Loring as one may read an open book. Their personal relations were the perfection of amiability27. They had met informally on several occasions when Nina had noted with well-concealed amusement the slightly exaggerated warmth of Jane’s greeting, and had taken care to return this display of friendship in kind. Everything added to the conviction that Jane’s love of Phil was only exceeded by her hatred28 of Nina Jaffray.
And yet until this morning Nina had had moments of uncertainty29, for the incident Jane had witnessed was too trivial to stand the test of sober second thought, and Jane was just silly enough to forgive and forget it.
Nina’s visit to Phil Gallatin’s office had agreeably surprised her, for Phil had made it perfectly30 clear that his estrangement31 from Jane still existed. But to make the matter doubly sure, Nina had decided32 to play a card she had been holding in reserve. In other words, more smoke was needed and Nina was prepared to provide the fuel.
First she met Coleman Van Duyn by appointment at her own house, and they had a long chat, during which, without his being aware of it, he was the subject of a searching examination which had for its object the revelation of the exact relation between himself and Miss Loring. Even Coley, it seemed, was not satisfied with the state of affairs. They were not engaged. No. He was willing to admit it, but he had hopes that before the winter was over Miss Loring would see things his way. His dislike of Phil Gallatin was thinly veiled and Nina played upon it with a skill which left nothing to be desired, to the end that at the last Coley came out into the open and declared himself flat-footed.
“I don’t know—your relations with him, Nina. Don’t care, really. You know your way about and all that sort[264] of thing, but he’s going it too strong. I’m tired of beatin’ about the bush. I know a thing or two about Phil Gallatin and I’ll tell ’em soon. It’s time people knew the sort of a Johnny that fellow is.”
“Oh, I know, Coley. You’re prejudiced. You’ve got a right to be. A man doesn’t want any scandal hanging around the name of the girl he’s going to marry. Everybody knows, of course, that Phil and Jane Loring were together last summer up in the woods and that——”
Van Duyn had risen, his eyes more protrusive33, his face more purple than was good for him. It was the first time he had heard that story spoken of with such freedom, and it shocked him.
“It wasn’t Jane,” he roared. “She wasn’t the only woman in Canada last summer. How do you know it was Jane?”
“She admitted it,” said Nina sadly.
“Oh, she did! Well, what of it? If I don’t care, what business is it of anybody else? She suits me and I’m going to marry her.”
He stopped and glared at Nina, as though it was she who was the sole author of his unhappiness. Nina only smiled up at him encouragingly.
“Of course, you are. That’s one of the things I wanted to see you about. I think I can help you, Coley, if you’ll let me.”
She made him sit down again and when he was more composed, went on.
“You see it’s this way. I don’t mind your running Phil down, if it gives you any pleasure, but you might as well know that I don’t share your opinions. He isn’t your sort, you don’t understand him, and he has managed to come between you and Jane. But I don’t see the slightest use in getting excited. These silly romantic affairs[265] of the teens are seldom really dangerous. Phil’s infirmities excited her pity.”
“His infirmities!”
“Yes, but Jane Loring isn’t the kind of a girl to put up with that kind of thing long.”
“Rather—not!”
“Oh, I don’t mean what you do. I mean that she isn’t suited to him, that’s all. There are other women who might marry him and make something of him.”
“Who?” he sneered35.
“I,” she said calmly.
Her quiet tone transfixed him.
“You want to—to marry him?”
“Yes—and I’m going to. Perhaps you understand now how we can help each other.”
“By George! I hadn’t an idea, Nina. I knew you’d been flirting36 with him—and all that—but marriage!”
She nodded.
“You are a good sort,” he grinned. “Do you really mean it? Of course I’ll help you if I can, but I hardly see——”
“You don’t have to see. Jane Loring may still have a fancy for Phil Gallatin, but it ought to be perfectly obvious that she can’t marry him if he’s going to marry me. All I want you to do just now is to make yourself necessary to Jane Loring. Propose to her again to-morrow,” and then with convincing assurance, “I think she’ll accept you.”
“You do? Why?”
“That, if you’ll pardon me, is a matter I do not care to discuss.” She arose and dismissed him gracefully37, and Van Duyn wandered forth38 into Gramercy Park with a feeling very like that of a timorous39 hospital patient who has for the first time been subjected to the X-ray.
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Nina lunched alone, then dressed for the afternoon and ordered her machine. She had made no mistake in presupposing that Jane Loring’s curiosity would outweigh40 her prejudices. In their talk upon the telephone there had been a slight hesitation41, scarcely noticeable, on Jane’s part, after which, she had expressed herself as delighted at the opportunity of seeing Nina at the Loring house.
Miss Jaffray entered the portals of the vast establishment, her slender figure lost in the great drawing-room, as she moved restlessly from one object of art to another awaiting her hostess, like a mischievous42 and lonely bacillus newly liberated43 into a new field of endeavor.
“Nina, dear!” said Jane effusively44 as she entered. “So sweet of you. I haven’t really had a chance to have a talk with you for ages.”
“How wonderfully pretty you look, Jane? I’m simply wild with envy of you.”
It was the feminine convention. Each pecked the other just once below the eye and each wished that the other had never been born. Jane led the way into the library where they sat side by side on the big divan45, where they both skillfully maneuvered46 for an opening for a while, feinting and parrying carte and tierce, advancing, retreating, neither of them willing to risk a thrust.
But at last, the preliminaries having given her the touch of her opponent’s foil, Nina returned.
“You’re really the success of the season, Jane. And you know when a back number like I am admits a thing like that about a débutante, it’s pretty apt to be true. But the thing I can’t understand is why you want to end it all and marry.”
“Marry—whom?”
“Coley.”
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“Oh, you have some private source of information on the subject?” Jane asked pleasantly.
“None but your own actions,” Nina replied coolly. “It’s funny, too, because I’ve had an idea—ever since that Dryad story—I’ve feared that you were rather keen on Phil Gallatin.”
Nina was forced to admiration47 of the carelessness of Jane’s parry.
“Mr. Gallatin!” she said, her eyes wide with wonder. “What in the world made you think of him? If I was ever grateful to the man for his kindness up there in the woods, every instinct in me revolted at the memory of what people said of us. Do you think I could care for a man who would let a thing like that be told?” She hesitated a moment and then added, “Besides, there are other reasons why Mr. Gallatin and I could never be friends.”
“Oh, I see,” Nina said slowly, her gaze on the fire. “You know, I’m very fond of Phil, and though you may not approve of him, he’s really one of the best fellows in the world.”
“Well, why don’t you marry him?” said Jane carelessly.
“Marry! Me!” Nina laughed softly up at the portrait over the mantel. “Good Lord, Jane, you want to bridle48 me! No, thanks. I’ve only one life, you know, and I hardly feel like spending it on the Bridge of Sighs. My recording49 angel wouldn’t stand domestication50. She’s on the point of giving up the job already. I suppose I’ll have to marry some day, but when I do I’ll select the quiet, elderly widower51 of some capable person who has trained him properly. A well-trained husband may be a dull blessing52, but he’s safe. Not Phil Gallatin, my dear. The girl who marries Phil will have her hands full. But[268] he’s such a dear! So solemn, so innocent-looking, as though butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth, and yet——” she paused and sighed audibly.
Jane glanced at her and was silent.
“I’ve never thought of Phil as a marrying man,” Nina went on. “The thing is impossible, and I’d very much rather have him as he is. But it does seem a pity about him because he has so many virtues—and he—he really makes love like an angel.”
“Does he?” asked Jane, yawning politely. “But then so many men do that.”
“Yes—I suppose so, but Phil is different somehow.”
Jane laughed. “Yes, I gathered that—at the ‘Pot and Kettle.’”
Nina glanced up and away. “You did see? It’s a pity. I’m sorry. Quite imprudent of me, wasn’t it? I suppose I ought to be horribly mortified53, but I’m not. I’ve reached a point where I’m quite hardened to people’s opinions—even to yours, Jane. But I confess I was bothered a little about that. I am glad you don’t care for Phil, because it would have been awkward and it might have made a difference in our friendship. You’d have been sorry, wouldn’t you?”
Jane swallowed. “Oh—of course, I would.”
“But it doesn’t matter now whether you saw or not, because I’m sure that you and Coley understand.”
“I’m not sure that I do understand,” said Jane with a smile toward the cloisonné jar at the window. “As a form of diversion I can’t say that kissing has ever appealed to me.”
“But then, you know, Jane, you’re very young—may I say verdant54? It’s an innocent amusement, if considered so. The harm of it is in considering it harmful. You’re a hopeless little Puritan. I can’t see how you[269] and I have got along so well. I suppose it’s because we’re so different.”
“Yes, perhaps that’s it. But I’m sure we wouldn’t be nearly so friendly if we ever interfered55 with each other.”
“I’m glad we haven’t, Jane, darling. I’ve really gotten into the way of depending on your friendship. You don’t think I’ve strained it a little to-day by my—er—modern view of old conventions?”
“Not at all. For a Puritan I’m surprisingly liberal. I don’t care at all whom my friends kiss—or why. It’s none of my affair. I’d hardly make it so unless I was asked to.”
Nina laid her fingers on Jane’s arm. “But we do understand each other, don’t we, Jane?”
“Yes, wonderfully. I’m so glad that you think it worth while to confide56 in me.”
“I do. You’re so sensible and tolerant. I’m almost too much of a freethinker for most people, and they’re ready to believe almost anything of me. But you don’t care what they say, do you, Jane?”
“No, I don’t, Nina. It wouldn’t make the slightest difference to me what people said of you.”
And this was the truth, perhaps the first truth in fact or by inference which either of them had uttered. So far so good. Honors were even. Each of them was aware that the other was a hypocrite, each of them was playing the game of hide and seek, bringing into play all the arts of dissimulation57 to which the sex is heir. All is fair in love and war. This was both. Under such conditions, to the feminine conscience anything is justifiable58. Nina had begun the combat with leisurely59 assurance; Jane, with a contempt which fortified60 her against mishap61. The manners of each were friendly and confiding62, their[270] tones caressing63, but neither of them deceived the other and each of them knew that she didn’t. Nina had taken the initiative. She had a mission and in this was at a slight advantage, for Jane had not yet begun to suspect what that mission was. She had made up her mind, feminine fashion, not to believe what Nina wanted her to believe; but before long she began to find that Nina was mixing truth and fiction with such skill that it was difficult to distinguish one from the other.
The dangers of the social jungle develop remarkable64 perceptions in deer and bird of paradise, but these defensive65 instincts are not always proof against the craft of the cat tribe. If they were, the cat tribe would long since have ceased to exist as a species. Other things being equal, the stalker of prey66 has all the advantage. Nina knew that Jane knew that she was lying. So, to gain her point, she was prepared if necessary to use the simple expedient67 of telling the truth.
Nina was leaning forward, her chin in her hand, her gaze on the rug.
“You’ve heard, I suppose, this story people are telling about Phil and me,” she said in a lower tone.
“No,” said Jane in tones of curiosity. “Is it something very dreadful?”
“I’m afraid it is—at least people seem to think it so. It began with an accident to my motor and ended at a Parlor68 Heater.”
“A Parlor Heater! Do go on, Nina. I’m immensely interested.”
“Phil and I, on the way home from Egerton’s party, you remember? He went home in my motor. I know people thought it awfully69 rude of us as the other motors were so crowded—but it just happened so and we started home alone—after all the others had gone. We ran out[271] of oil and had to put up for the night where we could. Unfortunate wasn’t it? We were miles from nowhere and not a gallon of gasoline in sight. The farmer seemed to think we were suspicious characters, but he let us in at last to sit beside his stove until morning. I’m sure he was peeping over the balusters most of the time to be sure we didn’t make off with the family Bible.” Nina laughed at the recollection, a little more loudly than seemed necessary.
“Phil was very sweet about it all. He was so afraid of compromising me, poor fellow. I really felt very sorry for him. The farmer wouldn’t volunteer to help us, so Phil wanted to trudge70 the five miles through the snow to get the oil. But I wouldn’t let him. I couldn’t, Jane. It was frightfully lonely there. The chauffeur72 was drunk and I was afraid.”
“Y—you were quite right,” said Jane in a suppressed tone.
Nina glanced at her and went on.
“We sat all night huddled73 in our furs on opposite sides of that dreadful parlor stove. I don’t think I can ever forget it. I’ve never been so miserable74 in my life—never! We spoke34 to each other in monosyllables for a while and at last—er—I went to sleep in disgust. I woke up with a frightful71 pain in my back from that dreadful chair. What a night! And to think that it was for this—this, that Phil and I have been talked about! It’s maddening, Jane. If we only had given them a little flame, just a tiny one—for all this smoke! Poor Phil! He was terribly provoked about it this morning. He wants to kill that wretched chauffeur, for of course the whole story came from him. You know, Jane, I discharged him as soon as we got back to town, and this was his revenge. Sweet, wasn’t it? It seems as if one[272] was very much at the mercy of one’s mechanician. They’re servants, of course, but you can never get them to think that they are. I haven’t dared tell father. I don’t know what he would do about it. I’m afraid——”
Jane Loring had risen and was looking out of the window into the gathering75 dusk.
“What’s the use, Nina?” she asked quietly.
“The use of what?”
“Telling me all this. I understand, I think.”
“I hope you do,” said Nina quickly. “I wanted you to. That’s why I told you.”
She got up and took a few rapid paces forward.
“Jane!” she cried suddenly. “What do you mean? That I—you believe—? Oh, how could you?”
She stood a moment, her face hidden in her hands, as though the horror of it all had just come to her.
Jane Loring faced around calmly, her face grave.
“What difference does it make what I believe?” she asked.
Nina looked at her a long while, then dropped her gaze, turned away and picked up her accessories. Her mission here was ended.
“I’m sorry. I seem to have misjudged you—your friendship.”
“Yes,” said Jane. “I think perhaps you have.”
Nina moved toward the door, and Jane, motionless, watched her. She did not speak again—nor did Jane; and in a moment the door closed between them—for the last time.
Nina was smiling when she entered her machine, but Jane climbed the stairs wearily.
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