After that there was a period of several hours when he sat in his room thinking over what had happened. It seemed to him that he had played a dastardly part. He saw himself a creature of monumental, gross selfishness, who had cajoled a young girl, in a moment of softness and sentiment, into an action which had done nothing but distress4 and humiliate5 her. He, who should have been the strong one, had been weak. It was he who should have seen how things were going; he, the married man, who had allowed himself to feel and to yield to a love that ought to have been hidden for ever in his own heart.
He felt that it would be a sort of expiation7 to go back to his wife. That was where he belonged. Rose must never again cross his path, have a place in his thoughts, or float, a soft beguiling8 image, in his memory. He had a wife. No matter what Berny was, she was the woman he had married. She had not deceived him. It was he who had done her a wrong, and he owed her a reparation.
In his raw state, his nerves still thrilling with the memory of that moment’s embrace, he saw Berny from her own point of view. He lost the memory of the complacent9 mistress in the picture of the unloved wife, on whose side there was much to be said. Morbidness10 colored his vision and exaggerated his sense of culpability11. If she had an ugly temper, had it not been excited, fed and aggravated12 by the treatment she had received from his family? If they had maintained a different attitude toward her, the poor girl might have been quite a pleasant, easy-going person. In all other ways she had been a good wife. Since their marriage, no other man had ever won a glance from her. She had often enough assured Dominick of that fact, and he, for his part, knew it to be true. She had struggled to keep a comfortable home on their small income. If she was not congenial to him—if her companionship was growing daily more disagreeable—was it all her fault? He had known her well before he married her, six months of the closest intimacy13 had made him acquainted with every foible of her character. It was no story of a youth beguiled14 and deceived by a mature woman in the unequal duel15 of a drawing-room courtship.
Her letter intensified16 his condition of self-accusation, chafed17 and irritated his soreness of shame till it became a weight of guilt18. It also stirred afresh the pity, which was the strongest feeling he had for her. It was the tenderest, the most womanly letter, Berny had ever written him. A note of real appeal sounded through it. She had humiliated19 herself, asked his pardon, besought20 of him to return. As he thought of it, the vision of her alone in the flat, bereft21 of friends, dully devoid22 of any occupation, scornful of her old companions, fawningly23 desirous of making new ones who refused to know her, smote24 him with an almost sickening sense of its pitifulness. He felt sorry for her not alone because of her position, but because of what she was, what her own disposition25 had made her. She would never change, her limitations were fixed26. She would go on longing27 for the same flesh-pots to the end, believing that they represented the highest and best.
Berny had realized that her letter was a skilful28 and moving production, but she did not know that it was to gain a hundredfold in persuasive29 power by falling on a guilty conscience. It put an end to Dominick’s revolt, it quenched30 the last sparks of the mutinous31 rage which had taken him to Antelope32. That same afternoon in his frigid33 bedroom at the hotel, he answered it. His reply was short, only a few lines. In these he stated that he would be back on the following Saturday, the tenderness of his injured foot making an earlier move impossible.
The letter reached Berny Friday and threw her into a state of febrile excitement. Her deadly dread34 of Dominick’s returning to his family had never quite died out. It kept recurring35, sweeping36 in upon her in moods of depression, and making her feel chilled and frightened. Now she knew he was coming back to her, evidently not lovingly disposed—the letter was too terse37 and cold for that—but, at any rate, he was coming home. Once there, she would set all her wits to work, use every art of which she was mistress, to make him forget the quarrel and enter in upon a new era of sweet reasonableness and mutual38 consideration.
She set about this by cleaning the house and buying new curtains for the sitting-room39. Such purifications and garnishments would have agreeably impressed her on a home-coming and she thought they would Dominick. In the past year she had become much more extravagant40 than she had been formerly41, a characteristic which had arisen in her from a state of rasped irritation42 against the restricted means to which Mrs. Ryan’srancor condemned43 her. She was quite heavily in debt to various tradespeople; and to dressmakers and milliners she owed sums that would have astounded44 her husband had he known of them. This did not prevent her from still further celebrating his return by ordering a new dress in which to greet him and a new hat to wear the first time they went out together. How she was to pay for these adornments, she did not know nor care. The occasion was so important that it excused any extravagance, and Berny, in whose pinched, dry nature love of dress was a predominant passion, was glad to have a reason for adding new glories to her wardrobe.
On the Saturday morning she went out betimes. Inquiry46 at the railway office told her that the train which connected with the branch line to Rocky Bar did not reach the city till six in the evening. She ordered a dinner of the choicest viands47 and spent part of the morning passing from stall to stall in the market on Powell Street spying about for dainties that might add a last elaborating touch to the lengthy48 menu. The afternoon was dedicated49 to the solemn rites50 of massaging51, manicuring, and hair-waving at a beauty doctor’s. On an ordinary occasion these unwonted exertions52 in the pursuit of good looks would have tired her, but to-day she was keyed to a pitch where she did not notice small outside discomforts53.
Long before six she was dressed, and standing54 before the mirror in her room she laid on the last perfecting touches with a short stick of hard red substance and a circular piece of mossy-looking white stuff, which she rubbed with a rotary55 motion round and round her face. Her new dress of raspberry pink crape betrayed the hand of an expert in its gracefully-falling folds and the elegance56 with which it outlined her slim, long-waisted shape. Her artificially-reddened hair waved back from her forehead in glossy57 ripples58; her face, all lines and hollows rubbed from it, looked fresh and youthful. With the subdued59 light falling on her through the silk and paper lamp shades, she looked a very pretty woman, the darkness of her long brilliant eyes thrown into higher relief by the whiteness of her powdered face.
She was tremulously nervous. Every sound caused her to start and move to that part of the parlor60 whence she could look down the long passageway to the stair-head. Large bunches of greenery were massed here in the angles of the hall and stood in the corners of the sitting-room. Bowls filled with violets and roses were set on the table and mantelpiece, and the scent61 of these flowers, sweet and delicate, mingled62 with the crude, powerful perfume that the woman’s draperies exhaled63 with every movement. At intervals64 she ran into her bedroom, seized the little, round, soft wad of white and rubbed it over her face with a quick concentric movement, drawing her upper lip down as she did so, which gave to her countenance65 with its anxious eyes an exceedingly comical expression.
It was nearly seven o’clock when the bell rang. With a last hasty look in the glass, she ran down the passageway to the stair-head. It was necessary to descend66 a few steps to a turn on the stairs from whence the lever that opened the door could be worked. As she stood on the small landing, thrown out in bright relief by a mass of dark leafage that stood in the angle of the wall, the door opened and Dominick entered. He looked up and saw her standing there, gaily67 dressed, a brilliant, animated68 figure, smiling down at him.
“Ah, Berny,” he said in a quiet, unemotional voice, “is that you?”
It was certainly not an enthusiastic greeting. A sensitive woman would have been shriveled by it, but Berny was not sensitive. She had realized from the start that she would probably have to combat the lingering surliness left by the quarrel. As Dominick ascended69, her air of smiling welcome was marked by a bland70 cheery unconsciousness of any past unpleasantness. She was not, however, as unconscious as she looked. She noted71 his heaviness of demeanor72, the tired expression of his lifted face. He came up the stairs slowly, not yet being completely recovered, and it added to the suggestion of reluctance73, of difficult and spiritless approach, that seemed to encompass74 him in an unseen yet distinctly-felt aura.
As he rose on a level with her, she stretched out her hands and, laying them on his shoulders, drew him toward her and kissed him. The coldness of his cheek, damp with the foggy night air, chilled the caress75 and she drew back from him, not so securely confident in her debonair76, smiling assurance. He patted her lightly on the shoulder by way of greeting and said,
“How are you? All right?”
“Oh, I’m all right,” she answered with brisk, determined77 sprightliness78. “You’re the one to ask about. You walk stiff, still. How are your feet?”
She was glad to turn her eyes away from his face. It looked very tired, and the slight smile with which he had greeted her stayed only on his lips and did not extend to his fatigued79 eyes. He was evidently angry still, angry and unforgiving, and that he should be so, when she was so anxious to forget the ugly episode of the quarrel and be gay and friendly again, dashed her spirits and made her feel unsure of herself and upset. She was determined, however, to show him that she had forgotten all about it, and as he turned the angle of the stairway she thrust her hand inside[180] his arm and walked up beside him. They might have been a happy married couple, reunited after an absence, slowly coming up the stairs together arm in arm.
A few minutes later they were seated opposite each other at dinner. The little table glowed and gleamed, all Berny’s bravery of silver and glass mustered80 for its adornment45. The choice and delicate dinner began with a soup that Dominick especially liked, a fact which Berny hoped he would notice and mention. She was one of those women who have an unfailing memory for what people like to eat; a single expression of preference would remain in her mind for years. Dominick and she had not lived together for a month before she knew everything in the way of food he liked or disliked. When she was annoyed with him, or especially bitter against his mother, she would order nothing but dishes that he did not care for, and when she was in a more friendly mood, as to-night, she would take pains and time to arrange a menu composed of those he preferred. He usually did not notice these rewards and punishments, but Berny always thought he did and was “too stubborn,” as she expressed it to herself, to show that he was affected81 by them.
She observed to-night that he neither remarked, nor seemed to relish82 his food, but she made no comment, talking on in a breathless, lively way,asking questions of his trip, his accident, and the condition of his feet, as though there were no mortifying83 recollections connected with the cause of his sudden departure. Her only indication of embarrassment84 was a tendency to avoid anything like a moment of silence and to fly from one subject to another. Dominick answered her questions and told her of his wanderings with a slow, careful exactness. Save in the freezing of his feet, which matter he treated more lightly than it deserved, he was open with her in recounting the small happenings of what he called “his holiday,” from the time of his walk from Rocky Bar to the day of his departure from Antelope.
They had progressed through the fish to the entrée when her questions passed from his personal wanderings and adventures to his associates. She had been very anxious to get to this point, as she wanted to know what degree of intimacy he had reached with the Bonanza King. Several times already she had tried to divert the conversation toward that subject, but it had been deflected85 by the young man, who seemed to find less personal topics more to his taste. Now she was advancing openly upon it, inquiring about the snow-bound group at Perley’s, and awarding to any but the august name for which her ears were pricked86 a perfunctory attention. It was part of the natural perversity87 of man that Dominick should shy from it and expend88 valuable time on descriptions of the other prisoners.
“There was an actor there,” he said, “snowed in on his way to Sacramento, a queer-looking chap, but not bad.”
“An actor?” said Berny, trying to look interested. “What did he act?”
“Melodrama, I think. He told me he played all through the northwest and east as far as Denver. The poor chap was caught up there and was afraid he was going to lose a Sacramento engagement that I guess meant a good deal to him. He was quite interesting, been in the Klondike in the first rush and had some queer stories about the early days up there.”
Berny’s indifferent glance became bright and fixed under the steadying effect of sudden interest.
“Been in the Klondike?” she repeated. “What was his name?”
“Buford, James Defay Buford. He’d been an actor at the opera house at Dawson.”
“Buford,” said Berny, turning to place a helping89 of pease on the plate the Chinaman held toward her. “I never heard of him. I thought perhaps it might have been some actor I’d seen play. I’d like to know an actor in private life. They must be so different.”
She ladled a second spoonful of pease on to her own plate, and as she began to eat them, said,
“It must have been interesting having the Cannons up there. When I read in the paper that they were up at Antelope too, I was awfully90 glad because I thought it would be such a good thing for you to get to know the old man well, as you would, snowed in that way together.”
“I knew him before. My father and mother have been friends of his for years.”
“I know that. You’ve often told me. But that’s a different thing. I thought if he got to know you intimately and liked you, as he probably would”—she glanced at him with a coquettish smile, but his face was bent91 over his plate—“why, then, something might come of it, something in a business way.” She again looked at him, quickly, with sidelong investigation92, to see how he took the remark. She did not want to irritate him by alluding93 to his small means, anyway on this night of reconciliation94.
“It would be so useful for you to get solid with a man like Bill Cannon1,” she concluded with something of timidity in her manner.
Despite her caution, Dominick seemed annoyed. He frowned and gave his head an impatient jerk.
“Oh, there was nothing of that kind,” he said hurriedly. “We were just snowed in at the same hotel. There was no question of intimacy or friendship about it, any more than there was between Judge Washburne and me, or even the actor.”
Berny was exceedingly disappointed. Had the occasion been a less momentous95 one she would have expressed herself freely. In her mind she thought it was “just like Dominick” to have such an opportunity and let it go. A slight color deepened the artificial rose of her cheeks and for a moment she had to exert some control to maintain the silence that was wisdom. She picked daintily at her food while she wrestled96 with her irritation. Dominick showed no desire to resume the conversation, and a silence of some minutes’ duration rested over them, until she broke it by saying with a resolute97 cheerfulness of tone,
“Rose Cannon was there too, the paper said. I suppose you got to know her quite well?”
“I don’t know. I saw a good deal of her. There was only one sitting-room and we all sat there. She was there with the others.”
“What’s she like?” said Berny, her curiosity on the subject of this spoiled child of fortune overcoming her recent annoyance98.
“You’ve seen her,” he answered, “you know what she looks like.”
“I’ve never seen her to know who she was. I suppose I’ve passed her on the streets and at the theaters. Is she cordial and pleasant, or does she give herself airs because she’s Bill Cannon’s daughter?”
Dominick moved his feet under the table. It was difficult for him to answer Berny’s questions politely.
“That’s just what I’ve heard,” his wife said, giving her head an agreeing wag. “They say she’s just as easy and unassuming as can be. Did you think she was pretty when you saw her close to?”
“Really, Berny, I don’t know,” answered the victim in a tone of goaded100 patience. “She looks just the same close to as she does at a distance. I don’t notice people’s looks much. Yes, I suppose she’s pretty.”
“She has blonde hair,” said Berny, leaning forward over her plate in the eagerness of her interest. “Did it look to you as if it was bleached101?”
He raised his eyes, and his wife encountered an unexpected look of anger in them. She shrank a little, being totally unprepared for it.
“How should I know whether her hair was bleached or not?” he said sharply. “That’s a very silly question.”
Berny was quite taken aback.
“I don’t see that it is,” she said with unusual and somewhat stammering102 mildness. “Most blonde-haired women, even if they haven’t bleached their hair, have had it ‘restored.’”
Dominick did not answer her. The servant presented a dish at his elbow and he motioned it away with an impatient gesture.
Berny, who was not looking at him, went on.
“What kind of clothes did she wear? They say she’s an elegant dresser, gets almost everything from Paris, even her underwear. I suppose she didn’t have her best things up there. But she must have had something, because the papers said they’d gone prepared for a two weeks’ trip.”
“I never noticed anything she wore.”
“Well, isn’t that just like you, Dominick Ryan!” exclaimed his wife, unable, at this unmerited disappointment, to refrain from some expression of her feelings. “And you might know I’d be anxious to hear what she had on.”
“I’m very sorry, but I haven’t an idea about any of her clothes. I think they were always dark, mostly black or brown.”
“Did you notice,” almost pleadingly, “what she wore when she went out? Mrs. Whiting, the forelady at Hazel’s millinery, says she imported a set of sables103, muff, wrap and hat, for her this autumn. Hazel says it was just the finest thing of its kind you ever laid your eyes on. Did she have them up there?”
“I couldn’t possibly tell you. I don’t know what sables are. I saw her once with a fur cap on, but I think it belonged to Willoughby, an Englishman who was staying there, and used to have his cap hanging on the pegs104 in the hall. It’s quite useless asking me these questions. I don’t know anything about the subject. Did you wind the clock while I was away?”
He looked at the clock, a possession of his own, given him in the days when his mother and sister delighted to ornament105 his rooms with costly106 gifts and in which he had never before evinced the slightest interest.
“Of course, I wound it,” Berny said with an air of hurt protest. “Haven’t I wound it regularly for nearly three years?”
This brought the subject of Rose Cannon to an end and she was not alluded107 to again during the dinner. The conversation reverted108 to such happenings in the city as Berny thought might interest her husband, and it seemed to her that he was more pleased to sit and listen to her chatter109 of her sisters, the bank, the theaters, and the shops, than to dilate110 any further on his adventures in the snow-bound Sierra.
When the dinner was over, they returned to the front of the flat, where next to the parlor there was a tiny hall-room fitted up as a smoking-room and den6. It was merely a continuation of the hall, and “the cozy111 corner” which Berny had had a Polk Street upholsterer construct in it, occupied most of the available space, and crowded such visitors as entered it into the corners. It had been Berny’s idea to have this room “lined with books” as she expressed it, but their joint112 possessions in this line consisting of some twenty-five volumes, and the fact that the contracted space made it impossible to accommodate both the books and the cozy corner, Berny had decided113 in favor of the latter. She now seated herself on the divan114 that formed the integral part of this construction, and, piling the pillows behind her, leaned luxuriously115 back under the canopy116 of variegated117 stuffs which was supported by two formidable-looking lances.
Dominick sat in his easy chair. He always smoked in this room and read the papers, and presently he picked them up from the table and began to look them over. The conversation languished118, became spasmodic, and finally died away. Berny, leaning back on the cushions, tried several times to revive it, but her husband from among the spread sheets of the evening press answered her with the inarticulate sounds of mental preoccupation, and sometimes with no sound at all, till she abandoned the attempt and leaned back under the canopy in a silence that was not by any means the somnolent119 quietude of after-dinner torpor120.
The clock hands were pointing to half-past nine when a ring at the bell was followed by the appearance of the Chinaman at the door, stating that the expressman had come with Mr. Ryan’s valises. Dominick threw down his papers and left the room. As Berny sat silent, she could hear the expressman’s gruff deep voice in the hall and the thuds of the valises as he thumped121 them down at the stair-head. Dominick answered him and there were a few more remarks, followed by the retreating sound of the man’s heavy feet on the stairs and the bang of the hall door. She sat looking at the clock, waiting for her husband to return, and then as he did not come and the hall seemed singularly quiet she leaned forward and sent an exploring glance down its dim length. Dominick was not there, but a square of light fell out from the open doorway122 of his room.
“Dominick,” she called, “what are you doing?”
He came to the door of the room in his shirt-sleeves, a tall figure looking lean and powerful in this closer-fitting and lighter123 garb124.
“Oh!” she answered with a falling inflection, leaning forward, with her elbows planted on her knees, craning her neck to see more plainly down the narrow passageway. “It’s only half-past nine; why do you want to go to bed so early?”
“I’m tired, and it will take me some time to get these things put away.”
“Can I help you?” she asked without moving.
“No, thanks. There’s nothing much to bother about. Good night, Berny,” and he stepped back into the room and shut the door.
Berny sat as he had left her for a space, and then drew back upon the divan and leaned against the mound126 of pillows. She made the movement charily127 and slowly, her face set in a rigidity128 of thought to which her body seemed fixed and obedient. She sat thus for an hour without moving, her eyes staring before her, two straight lines folded in the skin between her brows.
So he was still angry, angry and unforgiving. That was the way she read his behavior. The coldness that he exhaled—that penetrated129 even her unsensitive outer shell—she took to be the coldness of unappeased indignation. He had never before been just like this. There was a something of acquired forbearance and patience about him—a cultivated thing, not a spontaneous outward indication of an inner condition of being—which was new to her observation. He was not sulky or cross; he was simply withdrawn130 from her and trying to hide it under a manner of careful, guarded civility. It was different from any state she had yet seen him in, but it never crossed her mind that it might be caused by the influence of another woman.
He was still angry—that was what Berny thought; and sitting on the divan under the canopy with its fiercely-poised lances she meditated131 on the subject. His winning back was far from accomplished132. He was not as “easy” as she had always thought. A feeling of respect for him entered into her musings, a feeling that was novel, for in her regard for her husband there had previously133 been a careless, slighting tolerance134 which was not far removed from contempt. But ifhe had pride enough to keep her thus coldly at arm’s length, to withstand her attempts at forgiveness and reconciliation, he was more of a man than she thought, and she had a harder task to handle than she had guessed. She did not melt into anything like self-pity at the futility135 of her efforts, which, had Dominick known of them, would have seemed to him extremely pathetic. That they had not succeeded gave her a new impetus136 of force and purpose, made her think, and scheme with a hard, cool resolution. To “make up” and gain ascendancy137 over Dominick, independent and proudly indifferent, was much more worth while than to bully138 Dominick, patient, enduring, and ruled by a sense of duty.
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reconciliation
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