It was one of those mornings of coolness after cloying1 heat when even the crowded, reeking2, frowzy3 metropolis4 wakes with a breath of freshness in its nostrils5. Independent of sleep as ever, Banneker was up and footing it briskly for the station before eight o'clock, for Camilla Van Arsdale was returning to Manzanita, having been ordered back to her seclusion6 with medical science's well-considered verdict wrapped up in tactful words to bear her company on the long journey. When she would be ordered on a longer journey by a mightier7 Authority, medical science forbore to specify8; but in the higher interests of American music it was urgently pressed upon her that she be abstemious9 in diet, niggardly10 of work, careful about fatigue11 and excitement, and in general comport12 herself in such manner as to deprive the lease of life remaining to her of most of its savor13 and worth. She had told Ban that the physicians thought her condition favorable.
Invalidism15 was certainly not suggested in her erect16 bearing and serene17 face as she moved about her stateroom setting in order the books, magazines, flowers, and candy, with which Banneker had sought to fortify18 her against the tedium19 of the trip. As the time for departure drew near, they fell into and effortfully maintained that meaningless, banal20, and jerky talk which is the inevitable21 concomitant of long partings between people who, really caring for each other, can find nothing but commonplaces wherewith to ease their stress of mind. Miss Van Arsdale's common sense came to the rescue.
"Go away, my dear," she said, with her understanding smile. "Don't think that you're obliged to cling to the dragging minutes. It's an ungraceful posture22.... Ban! What makes you look like that?"
"I thought--I heard--"
A clear voice outside said, "Then it must be this one." There was a decisive tap on the door. "May I come in?"..."Come in," responded Miss Van Arsdale. "Bring them here, porter," directed the voice outside, and Io entered followed by an attendant almost hidden in a huge armful of such roses as are unpurchasable even in the most luxurious23 of stores.
"I've looted our conservatory," said she. "Papa will slay24 me. They'll last to Chicago."
After an almost imperceptible hesitation25 she kissed the older woman. She gave her hand to Banneker. "I knew I should find you here."
"Any other woman of my acquaintance would have said, 'Who would have expected to find you here!'" commented Miss Van Arsdale.
"Yes? I suppose so. But we've never been on that footing, Ban and I." Io's tone was casual; almost careless.
"I thought that you were in the country," said Banneker.
"So we are. I drove up this morning to bid Miss Van Arsdale _bon voyage_, and all the luck in the world. I suppose we three shall meet again one of these days."
"You prophesy26 in the most matter-of-fact tone a gross improbability," observed Miss Van Arsdale.
"Oh, our first meeting was the gross improbability," retorted the girl lightly. "After that anything might be logical. _Au revoir_."
"Go with her, Ban," said Miss Camilla.
"It isn't leaving time yet," he protested. "There's five whole minutes."
"Yes; come with me, Ban," said Io tranquilly27.
Camilla Van Arsdale kissed his cheek, gave him a little, half-motherly pat, said, "Keep on making me proud of you," in her even, confident tones, and pushed him out of the door.
Ban and Io walked down the long platform in a thoughtful silence which disconcerted neither of them. Io led the way out of it.
"At half-past four," she stated, "I had a glass of milk and one cracker28."
"Where do you want to breakfast?"
"Thanking you humbly29, sir, for your kind invitation, the nearer the better. Why not here?"
They found a table in the well-appointed railroad restaurant and ordered. Over her honey-dew melon Io asked musingly30:
"What do you suppose she thinks of us?"
"Miss Camilla? What should she think?"
"What, indeed? What do we think, ourselves?"
"Has it any importance?" he asked gloomily.
"And that's rather rude," she chided. "Anything that I think should, by courtesy, be regarded as important.... Ban, how often have we seen each other?"
"Since I came to New York, you mean?"
"Yes."
"Nine times."
"So many? And how much have we talked together? All told; in time, I mean."
"Possibly a solid hour. Not more."
"It hasn't made any difference, has it? There's been no interruption. We've never let the thread drop. We've never lost touch. Not really."
"No. We've never lost touch."
"You needn't repeat it as if it were a matter for mourning and repentance31. I think it rather wonderful.... Take our return from the train, all the way down without a word. Were you sulking, Ban?"
"No. You know I wasn't."
"Of course I know it. It was simply that we didn't need to talk. There's no one else in the world like that.... How long is it? Three years--four--more than four years.
'We twain once well in sunder32
What will the mad gods do
For hate with me, I wond--'"
"My God, Io! Don't!"
"Oh, Ban; I'm sorry! Have I hurt you? I was dreaming back into the old world."
"And I've been trying all these years not to."
"Is the reality really better? No; don't answer that! I don't want you to. Answer me something else. About Betty Raleigh."
"What about her?"
"If I were a man I should find her an irresistible33 sort of person. Entirely34 aside from her art. Are you going to marry her, Ban?"
"No."
"Tell me why not."
"For one reason because she doesn't want to marry me."
"Have you asked her? It's none of my business. But I don't believe you have. Tell me this; would you have asked her, if it hadn't been for--if Number Three had never been wrecked35 in the cut? You see the old railroad terms you taught me still cling. Would you?"
"How do I know? If the world hadn't changed under my feet, and the sky over my head--"
"Is it so changed? Do the big things, the real things, ever change?... Don't answer that, either. Ban, if I'll go out of your life now, and stay out, _honestly_, will you marry Betty Raleigh and--and live happy ever after?"
"Would you want me to?"
"Yes. Truly. And I'd hate you both forever."
"Betty Raleigh is going to marry some one else."
"No! I thought--people said--Are you sorry, Ban?"
"Not for myself. I think he's the wrong man for her."
"Yes; that would be a change of the earth underfoot and the sky overhead, if one cared," she mused36. "And I said they didn't change."
"Don't they!" retorted Banneker bitterly. "You are married."
"I have been married," she corrected, with an air of amiable37 rectification38. "It was a wise thing to do. Everybody said so. It didn't last. Nobody thought it would. I didn't really think so myself."
"Then why in Heaven's name--"
"Oh, let's not talk about it now. Some other time, perhaps. Say next time we meet; five or six months from now.... No; I won't tease you any more, Ban. It won't be that. It won't be long. I'll tell you the truth: I'd heard a lot about you and Betty Raleigh, and I got to know her and I hoped it would be a go. I did; truly, Ban. I owed you that chance of happiness. I took mine, you see; only it wasn't happiness that I gambled for. Something else. Safety. The stakes are usually different for men and women. So now you know.... Well, if you don't, you've grown stupid. And I don't want to talk about it any more. I want to talk about--about The Patriot39. I read it this morning while I was waiting; your editorial. Ban"--she drew a derisive40 mouth--"I was shocked."
"What was it? Politics?" asked Banneker, who, turning out his editorials several at a time, seldom bothered to recall on what particular day any one was published. "You wouldn't be expected to like our politics."
"Not politics. It is about Harvey Wheelwright."
Banneker was amused. "The immortally41 popular Wheelwright. We're serializing his new novel, 'Satiated with Sin,' in the Sunday edition. My idea. It'll put on circulation where we most need it."
"Is that any reason why you should exploit him as if he were the foremost living novelist?"
"Certainly. Besides, he is, in popularity."
"But, Ban; his stuff is awful! If this latest thing is like the earlier. ["Worse," murmured Banneker.] And you're writing about him as if he were--well, Conrad and Wells rolled into one."
"He's better than that, for the kind of people that read him. It's addressed to them, that editorial. All the stress is on his piety42, his popularity, his power to move men's minds; there isn't a word that even touches on the domain43 of art or literary skill."
"It has that effect."
"Ah! That's my art," chuckled44 Banneker. "_That's_ literary skill, if you choose!"
"Do you know what I call it? I call it treason."
His mind flashed to meet hers. She read comprehension in his changed face and the shadow in her eyes, lambent and profound, deepened.
"Treason to the world that we two made for ourselves out there," she pursued evenly.
"You shattered it."
"To the Undying Voices."
"You stilled them, for me."
"Oh, Ban! Not that!" A sudden, little sob45 wrenched46 at her throat. She half thrust out a hand toward him, and withdrew it, to cup and hold her chin in the old, thoughtful posture that plucked at his heart with imperious memories. "Don't they sing for you any more?" begged Io, wistful as a child forlorn for a dream of fairies dispelled47.
"I wouldn't let them. They all sang of you."
She sighed, but about the tender corners of her lips crept the tremor48 of a smile. Instantly she became serious again.
"If you still heard the Voices, you could never have written that editorial.... What I hate about it is that it has charm; that it imparts charm to a--to a debasing thing."
"Oh, come, Io!" protested the victim of this criticism, more easily. "Debasing? Why, Wheelwright is considered the most uplifting of all our literary morality-improvers."
Io amplified49 and concluded her critique briefly50 and viciously. "A slug!"
"No; seriously. I'm not sure that he doesn't inculcate a lot of good in his way. At least he's always on the side of the angels."
"What kind of angels? Tinsel seraphs with paint on their cheeks, playing rag-time harps51 out of tune52! There's a sickly slaver of sentiment over everything he touches that would make any virtue53 nauseous."
"Don't you want a job as a literary critic Our Special Reviewer, Miss Io Wel--Mrs. Delavan Eyre," he concluded, in a tone from which the raillery had flattened54 out.
At that bald betrayal, Io's color waned55 slightly. She lifted her water-glass and sipped56 at it. When she spoke57 again it was as if an inner scene had been shifted.
"What did you come to New York for?"
"Success."
"As in all the fables58. And you've found it. It was almost too easy, wasn't it?"
"Indeed, not. It was touch and go."
"Would you have come but for me?"
He stared at her, considering, wondering.
"Remember," she adjured59 him; "success was my prescription60. Be flattering for once. Let me think that I'm responsible for the miracle."
"Perhaps. I couldn't stay out there--afterward61. The loneliness...."
"I didn't want to leave you loneliness," she burst out passionately62 under her breath. "I wanted to leave you memory and ambition and the determination to succeed."
"For what?"
"Oh, no; no!" She answered the harsh thought subtending his query63. "Not for myself. Not for any pride. I'm not cheap, Ban."
"No; you're not cheap."
"I would have kept my distance.... It was quite true what I said to you about Betty Raleigh. It was not success alone that I wanted for you; I wanted happiness, too. I owed you that--after my mistake."
He caught up the last word. "You've admitted to yourself, then, that it was a mistake?"
"I played the game," she retorted. "One can't always play right. But one can always play fair."
"Yes; I know your creed64 of sportsmanship. There are worse religions."
"Do you think I played fair with you, Ban? After that night on the river?"
He was mute.
"Do you know why I didn't kiss you good-bye in the station? Not really kiss you, I mean, as I did on the island?"
"No."
"Because, if I had, I should never have had the strength to go away." She lifted her eyes to his. Her voice fell to a half whisper. "You understood, on the island?... What I meant?"
"Yes."
"But you didn't take me. I wonder. Ban, if it hadn't been for the light flashing in our eyes and giving us hope...?"
"How can I tell? I was dazed with the amazement65 and the glory of it--of you. But--yes. My God, yes! And then? Afterward?"
"Could there have been any afterward?" she questioned dreamily. "Would we not just have waited for the river to sweep us up and carry us away? What other ending could there have been, so fitting?"
"Anyway," he said with a sudden savage66 jealousy67, "whatever happened you would not have gone away to marry Eyre."
"Should I not? I'm by no means sure. You don't understand much of me, my poor Ban."
"How could you!" he burst out. "Would that have been--"
"Oh, I should have told him, of course. I'd have said, 'Del, there's been another man, a lover.' One could say those things to him."
"Would he have married you?"
"You wouldn't, would you?" she smiled. "All or nothing, Ban, for you. About Del, I don't know." She shrugged68 dainty shoulders. "I shouldn't have much cared."
"And would you have come back to me, Io?"
"Do you want me to say 'Yes'? You do want me to say' Yes,' don't you, my dear? How can I tell?... Sooner or later, I suppose. Fate. The irresistible current. I am here now."
"Io." He leaned to her across the little table, his somber69 regard holding hers. "Why did you tell Camilla Van Arsdale that you would never divorce Eyre?"
"Because it's true."
"But why tell her? So that it should come back to me?"
She answered him straight and fearlessly. "Yes. I thought it would be easier for you to hear from her."
"Did you?" He sat staring past her at visions. It was not within Banneker's code, his sense of fair play in the game, to betray to Io his wonderment (shared by most of her own set) that she should have endured the affront70 of Del Eyre's openly flagitious life, even though she had herself implied some knowledge of it in her assumption that a divorce could be procured71. However, Io met his reticence72 with characteristic candor73.
"Of course I know about Del. We have a perfect understanding. He's agreed to maintain the outward decencies, from now on. I don't consider that I've the right to ask more. You see, I shouldn't have married him ... even though he understood that I wasn't really in love with him. We're friends; and we're going to remain friends. Just that. Del's a good sort," she added with a hint of pleading the cause of a misunderstood person. "He'd give me my divorce in a minute; even though he still cares--in his way. But there's his mother. She's a sort of latter-day saint; one of those rare people that you respect and love in equal parts; the only other one I know is Cousin Willis Enderby. She's an invalid14, hopeless, and a Roman Catholic, and for me to divorce Del would poison the rest of her life. So I won't. I can't."
"She won't live forever," muttered Banneker.
"No. Not long, perhaps." There was pain and resolution in Io's eyes as they were lifted to meet his again. "There's another reason. I can't tell even you, Ban. The secret isn't mine.... I'm sorry."
"Haven't you any work to do to-day?" she asked after a pause, with a successful effect of lightness.
He roused himself, settled the check, and took her to her car, parked near by.
"Where do you go now?" he asked.
"Back to the country."
"When shall I see you again?"
"I wonder," said Io.
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