"No, I sent him," she explained hurriedly. "And I wanted to say--" She paused an instant as she looked up at him.
He was serious, and wore a look of fatigue, in spite of the superb physical health of his whole appearance. The light fell across her face under the dark brim of her hat, and touched its beauty into something vividly apart from the shadows and sordidness of the place, yet paler than its sunlit brilliancy.
"I wanted to say," she went on bravely, "that I"ve changed my mind. At least, I didn"t really have any mind at all. And if you still want me to--" she paused again, but something in his eyes rea.s.sured her--"I will--I"d really _like_ to, you know, and _please_ be quiet, there isn"t but a minute to say it in--and I"d never have told you--at least not for years and _years_--if you had won the race. Now let go of my hand--there are _hundreds_ of people all about--and you can come and see me to-morrow."
It was all over in a moment. She had s.n.a.t.c.hed her hand away, and was speeding back with a clear-eyed look of conscious rect.i.tude, and he had responded to the exhortations of divers occupants of the car, backed by a disinterested brakeman, and stepped aboard.
"Oh, well, there"s another race next year," he said to somebody who spoke to him as he sat down in the end seat. It was early for such optimism, and they thought Herbert had a disgustingly cheerful temperament.
Alice returned just as Miss Normaine and Arnold came up, and they all went back together, collecting the rest of the party as they went to their train. It was a vivacious progress along the homeward route. Paeans of victory and the flash of Roman candles filled the air. At one time, when some particular demonstration was absorbing the attention of the men, Miss Normaine found her niece at her side.
"Aunt Katharine, you know I"ve always adored you," she said, with a repose of manner that disguised a trifle of apprehension.
"Yes, I know, Alice, but I really can"t promise to take you anywhere to-morrow. I--"
"I don"t want you to--I only want to confide in you."
"Oh, dear, what have you been doing now?"
"I think," replied Alice, while the chorus of sound about them swelled almost to sublimity, "that I"ve been getting engaged--to Eugene Herbert, you know."
"Only to Eugene Herbert," breathed Miss Normaine. "I"m glad it occurred to you to mention it. But why didn"t you say so before?"
"It didn"t--it wasn"t--before," said Alice, faltering an instant under the calmly judicial eye of her aunt. "You see," she went on quickly, "it was because they lost the race. It wouldn"t have been at all--not anyway for a long time,"--and again her mental glance swept the vista of the years she had mentioned to Herbert himself,--"if it hadn"t been for that; but I couldn"t let him go back without either the race or--or me," she concluded ingenuously.
Arnold had been talking with a man of his own age, and hearing things that were very pleasant to hear about his latest work, and yet, as he leaned back in his chair and looked across at Katharine Normaine, whose own expression was a little pensive, he sighed. It was a great deal--he told himself it was nearly everything--to have what he had now in the line of effort which he loved and had chosen. It was not so good as the work itself, of course, but the recognition was grateful. And as his eyes dwelt again upon the distinction of Miss Normaine"s profile, with the knot of blonde hair at the back of her well-held head, he sighed again, as he rose and went over to her. She looked up at him, and her eyes were not quite so calm as usual.
"I am sitting," she said, "among the ruins."
"Indeed?" he said. "Is there room upon a fallen column or a broken plinth for me?"
"Oh, yes," she answered, "but it is not for a successful man like you, whose name is upon the public lips, to gaze with me upon demolished theories."
"I have taken my time in gazing upon them before now," he observed.
"Everybody is talking about your book," she said.
"Oh, no, only a very few people. But about your theories--which of them has proved itself unable to bear the weight of experience?"
"You may remember I dwelt somewhat at length upon the indifference of happy youth to the stings of outrageous fortune when supported by some one else?"
"I remember. I regard it as the lesson for the day."
"It"s early to mention it, but I am obliged to give you the evidence of my error--honor demands it--and Alice will not mind, even if she sees fit to contradict it to-morrow;" and she told him what had just been told her.
He smiled as she concluded her statement, and she, meeting his glance in all seriousness, broke down into a moment"s laughter.
""She does not know anything but that her side is beating,"" he quoted meditatively.
"I thought my generosity in confession might at least forestall sarcasm," she said severely.
"It ought to do so," he admitted.
There was a moment"s pause.
"Has youth itself changed with the times, I wonder?" he speculated.
"Certainly you did not sympathize overmuch with defeat at Alice"s age."
She did not answer, and she was looking away from him through the gla.s.s, beyond which the darkness was pierced now and then by a shaft of illumination. The pensiveness that had rested on her face, when he had looked across the car at her, had deepened almost into sadness.
"And now," he went on, "you have called me successful--which shuts me out from your more mature sympathy."
Still she did not answer. He bent a little nearer to her.
"Believe me, Katharine," he said, "my success is not so very intoxicating after all. I need sympathy of a certain kind as much as I did twenty years ago."
She glanced at him.
"Is that all you want?" she asked with a swift smile.
"No," he returned boldly; and she looked away again, out into the darkness through which they were rushing.
"I had hoped," he went on, "that my so-called success might be something to offer you after all this time--something you would care for--and now I find that your ideals are all reversed. I have not won much, but I have won a little, and you tell me to-day that it is only extreme youth that cares for the winners."
"And that I have found out that I was mistaken." Her voice was low, but quite clear. "Have I not told you that, too?"
"And about experience of life making us care the more for those who fail in everything?"--he waited a moment. "You have not mentioned that that was a mistake also. I wish you"d stop looking out of that confounded window," he added irritably, "and look at me. Heaven knows I"ve failed in some things!"
She laughed a little at his tone, but she did not follow his suggestion.
"Oh, no," she said, "you have succeeded."
"And that means--what?"
"I told you I was sitting among the ruins of my theories," she said, while a faint color, which he saw with sudden pleasure, rose in her cheek.
"That adverse theory--has that gone too?"
"I have had enough of theories," she declared softly. "What I really care for is success."
Her Neighbors" Landmark
THE sun had not quite disappeared behind the horizon, though the days no longer extended themselves into the long, murmurous twilight of summer; instead, the evening fell with a certain definiteness, precursor of the still later year.