“The Theatre! Something in it that you want? Shall I buy it for you?”
She did not seem to hear him. He touched her hand, repeating his question. For answer she turned back to the cover-design. “Isn’t she wonderful?”
He recognized the stooping face and the vague hypnotic smile that he had seen in the many photographs that decorated the walls of the apartment.
“Don’t know about wonderful,” he said carelessly; “she’s all right.”
“All right!” Desire frowned her restrained annoyance2. “No one who knows anything about Fluffy3 would call her ‘all right.’ She’s wonderful. I adore her.”
He chuckled4. He hadn’t wakened to the enormity of his offense5. “You’re a curious girl Surely you, of all persons, don’t want me to adore her?”
Her frown did not lighten.
“Shall I buy it for you, Princess? You can glance through it while we’re waiting for our meal to be served.”
She ignored his offer and drew out her purse. As they turned away she said, “If you’d liked her, I’d have allowed you to pay for it.”
“But why should I like her? I’ve never met her. You talk as though I detested6 her.”
“You do. And I know why. You’re jealous.”
Again her daring truthfulness7 took away his breath. She had discovered something so latent in his mind that he hadn’t owned it to himself. He was jealous of Fluffy—just as jealous as if she had been a man. He resented her power to whisk Desire from his side. He dreaded8 lest she had occupied so much of the girl’s capacity for loving that nothing worth having was left He suspected that the use of powder, the trivial views of marriage, the passion to go upon the stage were all results of her influence. It wasn’t natural that a girl of twenty should focus all her dreams on an older woman. She should be picturing the arrival of Prince Charming, of a home and the graciousness of little children.
Desire lifted to him a face grown magically free from cloud. “That wasn’t at all nice of me—not one bit ladylike. After all, I am your guest.”
Did she say it out of sweet revenge? It was as though she had told him, “I keep my friendships in separate watertight compartments9. To-day it’s your turn to be taken but. To-morrow I shall lock you away and remember some one else.” It hurt, this polite intimation of his standing10. He wanted to be everything to her—to feel all that she felt, to know her as his very self. To him she was his entire life. And she—she was satisfied to term herself his guest.
She led the way as they entered the grill-room. Heads were turned and glances exchanged, in the usual tribute to her beauty. The orchestra was still madly twanging. Between tables in the centre, a space had been cleared that two paid artistes might give exhibitions of the latest dance-steps. When they rested, the diners took their places and did their best to copy their example. Doors and windows were open. In lulls11, while the musicians mopped their foreheads, the better music drifted in of waves breaking and the long sigh of receding12 surge. They took their seats in a sunlit corner, a little retired13, to which they were piloted by a discreet14 and perspiring15 waiter. As Desire examined the mena he inquired, “What will madam have?” To every order that she gave he murmured, “Yes, madam. Certainly, madam.”
When he had left, she glanced mischievously16 across at Teddy. “Why did he call me that?” She knew the answer, but it amused her to embarrass him.
“Because—obviously, he thought we were married.”
“Married!” She was pulling off her gloves. “I shan’t be married for ages—perhaps never. I expect he thought we were married because we looked so separate—so uninterested.”
She didn’t speak again till she had satisfied herself, by means of the pocket-mirror, that no irreparable ruin had befallen her pretty face since the last inspection18. Her action seemed prompted by childish curiosity rather than by vanity. It was as though when she saw her own beauty, she saw it with amazement19 as belonging to another person. It made him think of the first sight he had had of her: a small girl kneeling beside the edge of a fountain and stooping to kiss her own reflection. He remembered her clasped hands and dismay when her lips had disturbed the water’s surface, and her image had vanished.
The examination ended, she gazed at him thoughtfully. “I’ve still to tell you about that—the thing for which I’ve to ask your forgiveness. Shall I tell you now?—No. It’s about Fluffy, and——” Her finger went up to her mouth.
“We don’t agree on Fluffy. And we’ve neither of us recovered from our last—— Was it a quarrel?” She coaxed20 him with her smile, as though he were insisting that it was. “Not quite a quarrel. Not as bad as that I expect you and I’ll always have to be forgiving. I have a feeling—But you’ll always forgive me, won’t you?” Before he could answer, she leant companionably across the table, “Do you believe in romance? I don’t.”
His sense of humor was touched. One minute she rapped him over the knuckles21 as though he were a tiny, misbehaving boy, the next it was she who was young and he who was elderly.
“You’re irresistible22.”
“Ah!” She gave a pleased little sigh. “When I choose to be fascinating—yes. D’you think the waiter would call me madam, if he could see me now? But tell me, do you believe in romance?”
“Believe in romance!” He felt her slippered23 foot touching24 his beneath the table. “I couldn’t look at you and not believe in it. Everything that’s ever happened to you and me is romance: the way Hal and Farmer Joseph brought me to you; the way we met in the dead of night at Glastonbury; and now—— I’ve come like a troubadour as far as Columbus, just to be near you. Isn’t that romance? Romance is like happiness; it’s in the heart It doesn’t shine into you; it shines out Even those people over there, hopping25 about to rag-time, they don’t seem vulgar; they become romance when you and I watch them.”
“But they’re not vulgar.” She spoke26 on the defensive27. “If you could turkey-trot, I’d be one of them. Oh, dear, what an awful lot of things you disapprove28 of. I’ll have to make a list of them. There! You see——” She spread out her appealing hands. “I’m being horrid29 again. I can’t help it.” The babies crept into her eyes. “I’m not the girl you think me. I’m really not.”
The slippered foot beneath the table had withdrawn30 itself.
“You’re better,” he whispered. “You’re unexpected. None of my magic cloaks fit you. You’re surprising. A man likes to be surprised.”
She refused to look at him. With her chin tucked in the palm of her hand, she gazed listlessly to where the dancers whirled and glided31. When she spoke, her voice sounded tired, as if with long contending.
“Why won’t you be disillusioned32? Every time I show you a fault, you turn it into a virtue33. From the moment we met, I’ve acted as selfishly as I knew how; and yet you still follow, follow, follow. Don’t you ever lose your temper? You can’t really like me.”
To her bewilderment a great wave of gladness swept into his eyes. At last he had stumbled on the hidden forethought that lurked35 behind all her omissions36 of kindness. She had been trying to save him from herself. In the light of this new interpretation37, every grievance38 that he had harbored became an infidelity. He stretched out his hand, as though unconsciously, till the tips of his fingers were just touching hers.
“I shall always follow, and follow, and follow. I shall know now that, even when you’re trying to be cross, it only means that you’re——”
What it would only mean he didn’t tell her; at that moment the waiter returned.
When the covers had been removed from the dishes and they had something to distract them from their own intensity39, the gayety of the rag-time caught them.
She flashed a friendly glance at him. “We’re always getting back to that old subject, like sitting hens to a nest.”
“We hadn’t got there quite.”
She pursed her lips judiciously40. “Perhaps not quite. Wouldn’t it be safer to talk of something else?”
“About what? I can’t think of anything but you, Princess.”
She clapped her hands. “Splendid. Let’s talk about me. You start.”
He bent41 forward, smiling into her eyes, grateful for the chance. “There’s so much to tell. All day I’ve been making discoveries. I’ve found out that you’re half-a-dozen persons—not just the one person whom I thought you, Desire. Sometimes you’re Joan of Arc, with dreams in your eyes and your hands lying idly in your lap. Sometimes you’re Nell Gwynn, utterly42 unshockable and up to any naughtiness. That’s the way you are now—the way I like you best. And sometimes you’re a faery’s child, a Belle43 Dame44 Sans Merci, a beautiful witch-girl, who won’t come into my life and won’t let me forge.”
She became extraordinarily45 interested. At last he had absorbed her attention. “That Belle Dam whatever you call her, she sounds rather lurid46. Tell me about her.”
All through the meal, to the alternate thunder of the sea and the jiggling accompaniment of rag-time, he told her. How La Belle Dame Sans Merci lay in wait in woodlands to tempt47 knights48 aside from their quests and, when she had made them love her, left them spell-bound and unsatisfied. They forgot time and place as they talked. The old trustful intimacy49 held them hanging on each other’s words. They were children again in the meadows at Ware50, hiding from Farmer Joseph; only now Farmer Joseph was their fear of their own shyness.
“I did something last summer,” he said; “it was just before I met you. Perhaps it’ll make you smile. I’d just come to success, and I wanted to tell you; but I hadn’t an idea where to find you in the whole wide world. I tried to pretend that you were still in the woodland beside the pond. I went there and stayed all day, willing that you should come. You couldn’t have been so far away; you may have been in London. Well, I had that poem with me, and—— You know the way one gets into moods? It seemed to me that you weren’t a truly person and never had been—that you were just a faery’s child, a ghost in my mind.”
‘I set her on my prancing51 steed,
And nothing else saw all day long;
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.’
“That sort of thing. Perhaps you were thinking of me at the very time.”
“Perhaps,” she nodded. “Coming back to England after all those years did make me think of you. But how does the whole poem go? Can’t you repeat it?”
He had come to, “And there I shut her wild, wild eyes with kisses four,” when she stopped him.
“I should never let you do that If I did——” She bent towards him flippantly, lowering her voice. “If I did, d’you know what I’d do next? I should marry you.” The curl against her neck shook in emphatic52 affirmative. “I’m not going to be La Belle Dame whatever you call her any more. I’m going to try to be Nell Gwynn always. You must tell me next time I’m that La Belle person, and I’ll stop it.”
“Ah, but I can’t—that’s a part of the spell When you look that way I can’t speak to you. I’m dazed. It’s as though you’d buried me beneath a mountain of ice. I can only see you and feel unhappy. I can’t even stir.”
He fell to gazing at her. His silence lasted so long that she grew restless. “Say it,” she urged.
“I was thinking that, in spite of all these people and the orchestra and the dancing, we’re by ourselves—not afraid of each other the way we were.”
“Oh!” She twisted her shoulders. “And now I’ll tell you why: it’s because there’s a table between us and, however much you wanted, you couldn’t do anything silly. So, you see, I’m safe, and can afford to be gracious.”
He knew at once that it was the truth that she had stated. How few girls would have said it! They had finished their coffee. She had been very pressing that he should smoke a cigar. He had just lighted one, and was comfortably wondering what they should do next; a drive in the country perhaps, and then back to the tall city lying spectral53 in moonlight. She consulted her wrist-watch and pushed back her chair. “How about the taxi?”
He at once began to seek the connection between his smoking and the taxi. Behind all her actions lay a motive54, which she disguised with an appearance of irresponsibility. Being in her company was like studying the moves in a game of chess. Had she persuaded him to smoke in self-protection, so that he might be occupied when they were alone together?
“The taxi! It’s early. We don’t need to go yet. Or d’you mean that you want to take a longer drive?”
“I’ve——” She winked55 at him. “This isn’t the great big confession56—— I’ve to get back for the theatre. Don’t look crestfallen57; you’re coming—just the two of us. If we don’t start now, I shan’t have time to dress.”
As he followed her out into the courtyard, he made a mental note: her insistance that he should smoke had been a precautionary measure for a home-defense. Already her manner towards him was growing circumspect58. When she had given the driver instructions, she took her seat remotely in the corner. There was one last flicker59 of her Nell Gwynn mood when she leant out to gaze at the sea lying red behind the gray salt-marshes.
“Good-by, dear little day; you’ve been a sort of honeymoon60.” She spied out of the comers of her eyes at Teddy with an impish raising of her brows. It was as though she were asking him whether the day need end.
“Why go back? Why ever go back? Why not get married?” The hand which he tried to seize happened to be Miss Independence. It gave him a friendly pat in rebuke61 as it escaped him.
“We’re getting stupid again.” Closing her eyes, she curled herself up against the cushions. Her voice was small and tired.
In an instant he was miles away from her, buried beneath his mountain of ice. She was La Belle Dame Sans Merd, chilling his affection with silence. He was amused. He was beginning to understand her tactics. She was easy of approach, but difficult of capture. He looked back; from a child she had been like that. But he wished that she wouldn’t show distrust of him whenever they were alone. It made love seem less gallant62, almost ugly—a thing to be dreaded. Was it what had happened to her mother that made her——? “She’s afraid to love too much. Her mother got hurt.” Was this the price of which Hal had spoken? Was his share of the paying to have his ideal lowered by the girl by whom it had been inspired?
He sat in his corner, smoking and scrupulously63 preserving the gap that lay between them. He was doing his best to show her by his actions that her defensive measures were unnecessary. One hand shaded her eyes, the other lay half open in her lap. Her head drooped64 forward slightly and her knees were crossed. Her attitude was one of prayer.
“Please go on talking,” she murmured. “Don’t mind if I’m a little quiet.”
He tried to talk. His monologue65 grew halting. He asked a question; she returned no answer. He ceased speaking to see if that would pique66 her and rouse response. She seemed to have divined his intention; he felt that, if he peeped behind her hand, he would find her laughing.
Easy of approach, but difficult of capture! If he didn’t take care, she might keep him dawdling67 and spellbound forever. Ah, but when she began to learn what love really was, not Fluffy’s kind of tepid68 flirtation69, but the kind of love that thinks no sacrifice too costly—— How long would it take him to fire her with earnestness?
Traffic was thickening. Automobiles70, snorting and tooting their horns, came racing71 up behind and passed. The road ahead was a cloud of dust, which the sunset tinted72 to a crimson73 glory. The laughter of women’s voices was in the air. He had glimpses of their faces peering merrily into men’s. In a flash they were gone; but his imagination followed, listening to the happy tendernesses that were said. How closely these other lovers sat! Sometimes beneath the dust-cloth that lay across their knees, he suspected that hands were being clasped. At others he didn’t need to suspect; it was done proudly and bravely. There were disadvantages in being in love with a young lady who gave remarkable74 names to her hands.
He smiled grimly at the respectable distance that separated him from his praying girl. It so honestly published to the world: “The two people in this taxi are wasting an opportunity—they are not in love.” The waiter, had he had to address her now, would certainly have called her madam.
Teddy tried to see the humor of his situation. He wondered whether she was really as indifferent as she pretended—whether she might not be glad if he were to slip his arm about her? But he refrained from making the experiment; he feared lest she should interpret his action flippantly or resent it. When he pictured the kind of happiness they were losing, he felt a little sick at heart.
They had come to the great cat’s-cradle of girders that spans the East River.
“That’s better. I’m rested. You are good.”
She spoke gratefully and sat up. From his corner, making no attempt to narrow the distance, he watched her quietly. “D’you always do that?”
“What?”
“Pretend to go to sleep when you’re unchaperoned? You don’t need to do it with me. It’s the third time you’ve done it.”
She laughed tolerantly. “Oh, you! What old-fashioned notions! I never am chaperoned.”
It was on the tip of his tongue to say that in her case it wasn’t necessary. Instead he asked: “Do you do that with Tom? Does he appreciate it?”
She threw up her hands in an abandonment to merriment “Tom! He hates it Poor Tom! Haven’t I told you he drizzles75?”
When no answer was returned, she began to sing provocatively76:
“If no one ever marries me,
And I don’t see why he should.
For Nurse says I am not pretty
And I’m very seldom good,
I’ll——”
She broke off and glanced over at him, making her mouth sad. “You do sit far away.” When he made no motion to accept her invitation, she smiled the unreserved smile of friendship. “Look here, if I come half way over, will you?”
She made the journey and waited for him to follow her example. He came reluctantly, but not all the way; there was still a gap between them.
“Well, if you won’t, I’ll have to be forward.” She closed up the distance. “There! Isn’t that happier?”
“Yes. But what’s the good? We’re in the middle of streets and nearly there now.”
“I was tired,” she said appealingly. “I thought you’d understand.”
It was impossible to resist her. Perhaps she had been tired. Perhaps she had done with him what she would have dared to do with no other man; and what he had mistaken for indifference77 and distrust had been a reliance on his chivalry78.
“I do understand.”
“I wonder.”
Ahead, across the misty79 greenness of the Park, the troglodyte80 dwellings81 of the West Side barricaded82 the horizon. In some of the windows lights were springing up. It was as though lonely people flashed unnoticed signals to the cold hearts beating in the heavens.
“Desire, why do we try to hurt each other?”
“Do we? I wasn’t trying. I was thinking of something that Fluffy told Horace. She said that men never married the women who said ‘Yes.’ It’s the women who say ‘No’ sweetly that men marry.”
“So you were saying ‘No’ sweetly by keeping quiet.”
“I was looking back to find out if it was true.”
“And is it?”
She gazed down demurely83 at her folded hands. “I once knew a girl; she didn’t care a straw for her man. He waited for her for five years always hoping, and she made all kinds of cruel jokes about him. Then one night—she didn’t know how it happened—all the ice broke and she felt that she wanted him most awfully84. They were alone. Suddenly, without warning and without being asked, she kissed him and put her arms about his neck—— Can you guess what he did? You’re a man. You ought to know.”
“He kissed her back again, I suppose, and after that they were married.”
“Wrong. He picked up his hat and walked out of the house. He’d made her want him ten times worse than he’d ever wanted her. He never went back.”
“But why? I don’t understand.”
They were on Riverside Drive. The taxi was halting. She leant forward and opened the door. “He’d won, don’t you see? Because she’d given in he despised her. It was the holding off that made her value.”
“A parable17?”
As she jumped out, she glanced roguishly across her shoulder. “No. A fact.”
To save time, since they both had to dress, they arranged to meet at the theatre. The curtain had gone down on the first act when they entered.
It was a first-night performance; the place was packed. Desire at once became interested in the audience, spying round with her glasses and picking out the critics, the actors and actresses who were present She gave him concise85 accounts of their careers, surprising him with her knowledge. She was intensely alive; it was difficult to recognize in her the bored praying girl who had traveled with him from Long Beach on that late September afternoon. In her low-cut evening-dress, with her white arms and dazzling shoulders, he found her twice as alluring86. But he wished she would show more interest in him and a little less in the audience. Every time he thought he had secured her attention, she would discover a new face on which to focus her glasses.
The curtain had risen only a few minutes, when he realized why she had brought him. From the wings Tom entered; from that moment she became spellbound. Teddy tried to reason away his jealousy—his feeling that he had been trapped into coming. It was quite natural that she should have wanted to see her friend—there was nothing so disastrous87 in that. But—— And he couldn’t get over that but. It would have been fair to have warned him.
In the second interval88 he found that he was expected to eulogize his rival’s acting89. This time, cautioned by the error he had made over Fluffy’s portrait, he was more careful in expressing his opinion. She quickly detected the effort in his enthusiasm. “I didn’t like to tell you,” she whispered apologetically; “but I had to come. Ever so long ago, before I knew you’d be here, I promised him.”
“So that’s the confession that’s been worrying you?”
“One of them.” She touched his hand.
It wasn’t until midnight, when they had had supper and were flying uptown, that she told him.
“We’ve had a good first day, Meester Deek, in spite—in spite of everything.”
Mister Dick had been the name of the hero in the play; Meester Deek had been the caressing90 way in which the Italian woman who loved him had pronounced it. That Desire should call him Meester Deek seemed an omen34.
He turned to her gladly. She was in her Nell Gwynn mood and at her tenderest. Through the darkness he could see the convulsive little curl. The beauty-patch seemed a sign put there to mark the acceptable place to kiss her.
“So I’m Meester Deek! You won’t call me Teddy. I knew you’d have to find a name for me.”
“D’you like my name for you, Meester Deek?”
She sat bending forward, her face illumined by the racing street-lights and her body in darkness. He was tempted91 to trespass—tempted to reach out for her hand and, if she allowed that, to take her in his arms. She looked very sweet and unresisting, with her cloak falling back from her white shoulders and her head drooping92. But instinct warned him: she beckoned93 attack only to repell it. He remembered what she had told him about the women who said “No,” the women who eked94 out their affection.
“D’you like my name for you, Meester Deek?” There was all the passion of the south in the way she asked it.
“I like it. But why don’t you call me by my own name? You speak of Horace and Tom.”
“Ah, that’s different.”
“How?”
She shrugged95 her shoulders and threw back her cloak. The fragrance96 of her stole out towards him.
“They’ll be always just Horace and Tom to me, while you—perhaps. I can’t explain, Meester Deek, if you don’t understand.”
In her own peculiar97 way, half shy, half bold, she had told him that, just as he held her separate from all women, so she held him separate.
“I’d rather have you call me Meester Deek than—than anything in the whole world, now that I know.”
“And will you forgive me the big confession?”
He laughed emotionally. “Anything.”
She shrank back into the shadow so that her face was hidden. “I’m just as sorry as I can be. But I can’t break my word. Perhaps you’ll be so hurt that you’ll sail back to England, and won’t wait for me.”
His heart sank. For a moment he had felt so sure of her. Again she was planning to elude98 him.
“You don’t say anything, Meester Deek. I’m afraid you’re angry. It’s only for two weeks. I start to-morrow.” Two weeks without her! It spelt tragedy. He had a desperate inspiration, “Can’t I come with you?”
“Poor you! No.” She shook her head slowly. “I wish you could. You see, I’ve got to do without you, too. But you don’t like her—I mean Fluffy. She’s on the road in a try-out before she opens in New York.—Only two weeks, Meester Deek! Look on the bright side of things. You can get through all your work while I’m gone and then, when I come back, we can play together.—If you stay,” she added softly.
Two weeks! It seemed a very short time to make a fuss over.
But in two weeks he had hoped to go so far with her. He had hoped to be able to win a promise from her, so that he could send good news to Eden Row. And now, at the end of two weeks, he would be just where he had started.
“I’ll write to you, oh, such long letters.” And then, like a little child on the verge99 of crying: “You said you’d forgive me. You’re not keeping your promise.”
At the moment of parting, as she was stepping into the elevator, he drew her back. “When d’you start? Mayn’t I come and fetch you, and see you off?”
“It’ll be so early. Won’t that be a lot of trouble for a very little pleasure?”
“But if I think the trouble’s worth it?”
“Then I’d love to have you.”
She held out her hand and let it linger in his clasp. Other revellers, returning from theatres and dinners, passed them. For the first time that day she didn’t seem to care who guessed that he loved her.
“It’s too late to ask you up,” she whispered regretfully. “It’s been a nice day in spite of—of everything, Meester Deek. Thank you.”
She withdrew her hand and darted from him, as if fearing that, if she stayed, she might commit herself irrevocably. He saw her gray eyes smiling pityingly down on him as the iron cage shot up.
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