There was something radically1 wrong with the Fosland household. Gerald’s man had for years invariably said: “Good morning, sir; I hope you slept well, sir.” This time he merely said: “Good morning, sir”; and he forgot the salt. What was the matter with the house? With the exception of William’s slip, the every morning programme was quite as usual. Gerald arose, had his plunge4, his breakfast, read his mail and his paper, went for a canter in the Park, had luncheon5 at the Papyrus6 Club, and unless his morning engagement slip had shown him some social duty for the afternoon, he did not see Mrs. Fosland until he came down, from the hands of William, dressed for dinner.
One can readily see that no deviation7 from this routine confronted Gerald Fosland this morning. He had had his plunge and his breakfast, his mail and his paper laid before him, and yet there was something ghastly about the feel of the house. It was as if some one were dead! Gerald Fosland made as radical2 a deviation from his daily life as William had done. He left his mail unopened, after a glance at the postmark; he left his paper unread, and he started for his canter in the Park a full half hour early!
He arrived at the Papyrus Club a full half hour early, and sat in the dimmest corner of the library, 179taking himself seriously in hand. Somehow, he was not quite fit, not quite up to himself. It seemed desperately9 lonely in the Club. There were plenty of fellows there, but they were merely nodders. They were not the ones who came at his hour. He brightened a shade as Tompkinson came in five minutes early. He was about to wonder if all the world had started a trifle early this morning, when he remembered that, ordinarily on his arrival, he found Tompkinson there. He could not analyse why this should be such a relief to him, unless it was that he found mere3 normality comforting to-day.
“Good morning, Fosland,” drawled Tompkinson. “Beautiful weather.”
“Yes,” said Gerald, and they sat together in voiceless satisfaction until Connors came in.
“Good morning,” observed Connors. “Beautiful weather.”
“Yes,” replied Fosland and Tompkinson, and Connors sat.
“Depressing affair of Prymm’s,” presently remarked Tompkinson, calling a boy for the customary appetiser.
“Rotten,” agreed Connors, with some feeling. All his ancestors had been Irish, and it never quite gets out of the blood.
“I haven’t heard,” suggested Fosland, with the decent interest one club-fellow should have in another.
“Wife went to Italy with the sculptor10 who made her portrait; Carmelli, that’s the name. Intense looking fellow, you know. Prymm had him here at the club.”
“You don’t tell me.” Gerald felt an unusual throb11 of commiseration12 for Prymm. “Mighty decent chap.”
“Yes, Prymm’s all cut up about it,” went on Tompkinson. 180“Has a sort of notion he should kill the fellow, or something of the kind.”
“Why?” demanded Connors, with some feeling again. Connors was a widower13, and Fosland suddenly remembered, though he could not trace a connection leading to the thought, that Connors had not been a frequenter of the club until after the death of his wife. “Prymm’s a thoroughly14 decent chap, but he was so wasteful15.”
This being a new word in such connection, both Fosland and Tompkinson looked at Connors inquiringly.
“I hadn’t noticed.” This Tompkinson.
“Wasteful of Mrs. Prymm,” explained Connors. “She is a beautiful young woman, clever, charming, companionable, and, naturally, fond of admiration16. Prymm admired her. He frequently intimated that he did. He admired his horse, and an exceptional Botticelli which hung in his music room, but his chief pleasure lay in their possession. He never considered that he should give any particular pleasure to the Botticelli, but he did to the horse.”
Gerald Fosland was aware of a particular feel of discomfort17. Rather heartless to be discussing a fellow member’s intimate affairs this way.
“It is most unfortunate,” he commented. “Shall we go down to lunch?”
In the hall they met Prymm, a properly set up fellow, with neatly18 plastered hair and an air of unusually perfect grooming19. He presented the appearance of having shaved too closely to-day.
“Good morning,” said Prymm. “Beautiful weather.”
Inconsiderate of Prymm to show up at the club. A trifle selfish of him. It put such a strain on his fellow 181members. Of course, though, he had most of his mail there. He only stopped for his mail, and went out.
“You’ll be in for the usual Tuesday night whist, I dare say,” inquired Tompkinson perfunctorily.
“Oh yes,” remembered Fosland, and was thoughtful for a moment. “No, I don’t think I can come. Sorry.” He felt the eye of Connors fixed20 on him curiously21.
On Fosland’s book was a tea, the date filled in two weeks ago; one of those art things to which men are compelled. Arly had handed it to him, much like a bill for repairs, or a memorandum22 to secure steamer tickets. He drove home, and dressed, and when William handed him his hat and gloves and stick he laid them on the table beside him, in his lounging room, and sat down, looking patiently out of the window. He glanced at his watch, by and by, and resumed his inspection23 of the opposite side of the street. He stirred restlessly, and then he suddenly rose, with a little smile at himself. He had been waiting for word from Mrs. Fosland, that she was ready. For just a few abstracted moments he had forgotten that he was to pay the social obligations of the house of Fosland entirely24 alone.
He picked up his hat and gloves and stick, and started to leave the room. As he passed the door leading to Arly’s apartments, he hesitated, and put his hand on the knob. He glanced over his shoulder, as a guilty conscience made him imagine that William was coming in, then he gently turned the knob, and entered. A tiny vestibule, and then a little French-grey salon25, and then the boudoir, all in delicate blue, and sweet with a faint, delicate, evasive fragrance26 which was like 182the passing of Arly. Something made him stand, for a moment, with a trace of feeling which came to awe27, and then he turned and went out of the terribly solemn place. He did not notice, until afterwards, that he had tiptoed.
Gerald Fosland had never been noted28 for brilliance29, but he was an insufferable bore at the art tea. People asked him the usual polite questions, and he either forgot that they were talking or answered about something else, and he entirely mislaid the fragments of art conversation which he was supposed to have put on with his ascot. Nearly every one asked about Arly, and several with more than perfunctory courtesy. He had always known that Arly was very popular, but he had a new perception, now, that she was extremely well liked; and it gratified him.
Occupied with his own reflections, which were not so much thought as a dull feeling that he was about to have a thought, he nevertheless felt that this was a rather agreeable gathering30, after all, until he accidentally joined a group which, with keen fervour, was discussing the accident to Prymm. He had a general aversion to gossip anyhow, and shortly after that he went home.
He wrote some letters, and, when it grew dark, he rang for William.
“I shall remain in for dinner to-night,” he observed, and mechanically took up the evening paper which the quiet William laid before him. A headline which made his hand tremble, caught his eye, and he dropped the paper. Prymm had shot himself.
No tragedy had ever shaken Gerald Fosland so much as this. Why, he had met Prymm only that noon. Prymm had said: “Good morning, beautiful weather.” 183For a moment Fosland almost changed his mind about remaining in for dinner, but, after all, the big panelled dining room, with its dark wainscoting and its heavily carved furniture and its super-abundant service, was less lonely than the club. The only words which broke the silence of the dim dining room during that dinner, were: “Sauce, sir?”
Gerald took his coffee in his lounging room, and then he went again to Arly’s door. He turned before he opened it, and tossed his cigarette in the fireplace. He did not enter by stealth this time. He walked in. He even went on to the dainty blue bedroom, and looked earnestly about it, then he went back to the boudoir and seated himself on the stiff chair in which he had, on rare occasions, sat and chatted with her. He remained there perhaps half an hour. Suddenly he arose, and called for his limousine31, and drove to Teasdale’s. They were out, he was told. They were at Mr. Sargent’s, and he drove straight there. Somehow, he was glad that, since they were out, they had gone to Sargent’s. He was most anxious to see Lucile.
“Just in time to join the mourners, Gerald,” greeted Ted8. “We’re doing a very solemn lot of Gailing.”
“I’ll join you with pleasure,” agreed Gerald, feeling more at home and lighter32 of heart here than he had anywhere during the day. Lucile seemed particularly near to him. “Have you any intimation that Gail expects to return soon?”
“None at all,” stated Aunt Helen, with a queer mixture of sombreness and impatience33. “She only writes about what a busy time they are having, and how delightfully34 eager her friends have been about her, and how popular Arly is, and such things as that.”
“Arly is popular everywhere,” stated Gerald, and 184Lucile looked at him wonderingly, turning her head very slowly towards him.
“What do you hear from Arly?” she inquired, holding up her hand as if to shield her eyes from the fire, and studying him curiously from that shadow.
“Much the same,” he answered; “except that she mentions Gail’s popularity instead of her own. She had her maid send her another trunkful of clothing, I believe,” and he fell to gazing into the fireplace.
“I am very much disappointed in Arly,” worried Aunt Helen. “I sent Arly specifically to bring Gail back in a week, and they have been gone nine days!”
“I’m glad they’re having a good time,” observed Jim Sargent. “She’ll come back when she gets ready. The New York pull is something which hits you in the middle of the night, and makes you get up and pack.”
“Yes, but the season will soon be over,” worried Aunt Helen. “Gail’s presence here at this time is so important that I do not see how she can neglect it. It may affect her entire future life. A second season is never so full of opportunities as the first one.”
“Oh nonsense,” laughed Jim. “You’re a fanatic35 on match-making, Helen. What you really mean is that Gail should make a choice out of the matrimonial market before it has all been picked over.”
“Jim,” protested Mrs. Sargent, the creases36 of worry appearing in her brow. Her husband and sister had never quarrelled, but they had permitted divergences37 of opinion, which had required much mutual38 forbearance.
“A spade is a spade,” returned Jim. “I think it’s silly to worry about Gail’s matrimonial prospects39. Whenever she’s ready to be married, she’ll look them all over, and pick out the one who suits her. All she’ll 185have to say is ‘Eeny-meeny-miny-moe, you’re it,’ and the fellow will rush right out and be measured for his suit.”
“Just the same, I’d rather she’d be here when she counts out,” laughed Lucile.
“So would I,” agreed Jim; “but, after all, there are good men everywhere. Girls get married out in the middle-west as well as here, and live happily ever after.”
“They grow fine men out there,” stated Mrs. Sargent, with a complimentary40 glance at her husband. She had never wavered in her opinion of that fine man.
“Right you are,” agreed Sargent heartily41. “They have not the polish of eastern men perhaps, but they have a strength, and forcefulness, and virility42, which carries them through. There are men out there, stacks of them, who would appeal to any bright and vivacious43 woman, sweep her off her feet, carry her away by storm, and make her forget a lot of things. If any handsome woman is unappreciated in New York, all she has to do is to go out to the middle-west.”
Lucile, listening to the innocently blundering speech of Gail’s proud uncle, watched Gerald with intense interest. She could scarcely believe the startling idea which had popped into her head! Gerald’s only apparent deviation from his normal attitude had consisted in abstractedly staring into the fire, instead of paying polite attention to every one, but that he had heard was evidenced by the shifting glance he gave Sargent. Otherwise he had not moved.
“You scare me,” said Lucile, still watching Gerald. “I’m not going to leave Gail out there any longer. I’m going to have her back at once.”
Gerald raised his head immediately, and smiled at her.
186“Splendid,” he approved. “Fact of the matter is,” and he hesitated an instant, “I’m becoming extremely lonesome.”
Even Ted detected something in Gerald’s tone and in his face.
“It’s time you were waking up,” he bluntly commented. “I should think you would be lonely without Arly.”
“Yes, isn’t it time,” agreed Gerald, studying the matter carefully. “You know, both having plenty of leisure, there’s never been any occasion for us to travel separately before, and, really, I miss her dreadfully.”
“I think I’ll have to get her for you, Gerald,” promised Lucile, removing her hand from in front of her eyes, and smiling at him reassuringly44. She could smile beautifully just now. The incredible thing she had thought she detected was positively45 true, and it made her excitedly happy! Gerald Fosland had been in love with his wife, and had never known it until now!
“If you can work that miracle, and bring Gail back with her, you’ll spread sunshine all over the place,” declared Jim Sargent. “It’s been like a funeral here since she went home. You’d think Gail was the most important section of New York. Everybody’s blue; Allison, Doctor Boyd; everybody who knew her inquires, with long faces, when she’s coming back!”
“What do you propose?” inquired Mrs. Helen Davies, with a degree of interest which intimated that she was quite ready to take any part in the conspiracy46.
“I have my little plan,” laughed Lucile. “I’m going to send her an absolutely irresistible47 reminder48 of New York!”
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