"How do you do?" said Atherton, after allowing him to sit for a certain time in the silence, which expressed better than words the familiarity that existed between them in spite of the lawyer"s six or seven years of seniority.
Halleck leaned forward and tapped the floor with his stick; then he fell back again, and laid his cane across the arms of his chair, and drew a long breath. "Atherton," he said, "if you had found a blackguard of your acquaintance drunk on your doorstep early one morning, and had taken him home to his wife, how would you have expected her to treat you the next time you saw her?"
The lawyer was too much used to the statement, direct and hypothetical, of all sorts of cases, to be startled at this. He smiled slightly, and said, "That would depend a good deal upon the lady."
"Oh, but generalize! From what you know of women as Woman, what should you expect? Shouldn"t you expect her to make you pay somehow for your privity to her disgrace, to revenge her misery upon you? Isn"t there a theory that women forgive injuries, but never ignominies?"
"That"s what the novelists teach, and we bachelors get most of our doctrine about women from them." He closed his novel on the paper-cutter, and, laying the book upon the table, clasped his hands together at the back of his head. "We don"t go to nature for our impressions; but neither do the novelists, for that matter. Now and then, however, in the way of business, I get a glimpse of realities that make me doubt my prophets. Who had this experience?"
"I did."
"I"m sorry for that," said Atherton.
"Yes," returned Halleck, with whimsical melancholy; "I"m not particularly adapted for it. But I don"t know that it would be a very pleasant experience for anybody."
He paused drearily, and Atherton said, "And how did she actually treat you?"
"I hardly know. I hadn"t been at the pains to look them up since the thing happened, and I had been carrying their squalid secret round for a fortnight, and suffering from it as if it were all my own."
Atherton smiled at the touch of self-characterization.
"When I met her and her husband and her baby to-day,--a family party,--well, she made me ashamed of the melodramatic compa.s.sion I had been feeling for her. It seemed that I had been going about unnecessarily, not to say impertinently, haggard with the recollection of her face as I saw it when she opened the door for her blackguard and me that morning. She looked as if nothing unusual had happened at our last meeting. I couldn"t brace up all at once: I behaved like a sneak, in view of her serenity."
"Perhaps nothing unusual _had_ happened," suggested Atherton.
"No, that theory isn"t tenable," said Halleck. "It was the one fact in the blackguard"s favor that she had evidently never seen him in that state before, and didn"t know what was the matter. She was wild at first; she wanted to send for a doctor. I think towards the last she began to suspect.
But I don"t know how she looked _then_: I couldn"t look at her." He stopped as if still in the presence of the pathetic figure, with its sidelong, drooping head.
Atherton respected his silence a moment before he again suggested, as lightly as before, "Perhaps she is magnanimous."
"No," said Halleck, with the effect of having also given that theory consideration. "She"s not magnanimous, poor soul. I fancy she is rather a narrow-minded person, with strict limitations in regard to people who think ill--or too well--of her husband."
"Then perhaps," said Atherton, with the air of having exhausted conjecture, "she"s obtuse."
"I have tried, to think that too," replied Halleck, "but I can"t manage it.
No, there are only two ways out of it; the fellow has abused her innocence and made her believe it"s a common and venial affair to be brought home in that state, or else she"s playing a part. He"s capable of telling her that neither you nor I, for example, ever go to bed sober. But she isn"t obtuse: I fancy she"s only too keen in all the sensibilities that women suffer through; and I"d rather think that he had deluded her in that way, than that she was masquerading about it, or she strikes me as an uncommonly truthful person. I suppose you know whom I"m talking about, Atherton?" he said, with a sudden look at his friend"s face across the table.
"Yes, I know," said the lawyer. "I"m sorry it"s come to this already.
Though I suppose you"re not altogether surprised."
"No; something of the kind was to be expected," Halleck sighed, and rolled his cane up and down on the arms of his chair. "I hope we know the worst."
"Perhaps we do. But I recollect a wise remark you made the first time we talked of these people," said Atherton, replying to the mood rather than the speech of his friend. "You suggested that we rather liked to grieve over the pretty girls that other fellows marry, and that we never thought of the plain ones as suffering."
"Oh, I hadn"t any data for my pity in this case, then," replied Halleck.
"I"m willing to allow that a plain woman would suffer under the same circ.u.mstances; and I think I should be capable of pitying her. But I"ll confess that the notion of a pretty woman"s sorrow is more intolerable; there"s no use denying a fact so universally recognized by the male consciousness. I take my share of shame for it. I wonder why it is? Pretty women always seem to appeal to us as more dependent and childlike. I dare say they"re not."
"Some of them are quite able to take care of themselves," said Atherton.
"I"ve known striking instances of the kind. How do you know but the object of your superfluous pity was cheerful because fate had delivered her husband, bound forever, into her hand, through this little escapade of his?"
"Isn"t that rather a coa.r.s.e suggestion?" asked Halleck.
"Very likely. I suggest it; I don"t a.s.sert it. But I fancy that wives sometimes like a permanent grievance that is always at hand, no matter what the mere pa.s.sing occasion of the particular disagreement is. It seems to me that I have detected obscure appeals to such a weapon in domestic interviews at which I"ve a.s.sisted in the way of business."
"Don"t, Atherton!" cried Halleck.
"Don"t how? In this particular case, or in regard to wives generally. We can"t do women a greater injustice than not to account for a vast deal of human nature in them. You may be sure that things haven"t come to the present pa.s.s with those people without blame on both sides."
"Oh, do you defend a man for such beastliness, by that stale old plea of blame on both sides?" demanded Halleck, indignantly.
"No; but I should like to know what she had said or done to provoke it, before I excused her altogether."
"You would! Imagine the case reversed."
"It isn"t imaginable."
"You think there is a special code of morals for women,--sins and shames for them that are no sins and shames for us!"
"No, I don"t think that! I merely suggest that you don"t idealize the victim in this instance. I dare say she hasn"t suffered half as much as you have. Remember that she"s a person of commonplace traditions, and probably took a simple view of the matter, and let it go as something that could not be helped."
"No, that would not do, either," said Halleck.
"You"re hard to please. Suppose we imagine her proud enough to face you down on the fact, for his sake; too proud to revenge her disgrace on you--"
"Oh, you come back to your old plea of magnanimity! Atherton, it makes me sick at heart to think of that poor creature. That look of hers haunts me!
I can"t get rid of it!"
Atherton sat considering his friend with a curious smile. "Well, I"m sorry this has happened to _you_, Halleck."
"Oh, why do you say that to me?" demanded Halleck, impatiently. "Am I a nervous woman, that I must be kept from unpleasant sights and disagreeable experiences? If there"s anything of the man about me, you insult it! Why not be a little sorry for _her_?"
"I"m sorry enough for her; but I suspect that, so far, you have been the princ.i.p.al sufferer. She"s simply accepted the fact, and survived it."
"So much the worse, so much the worse!" groaned Halleck. "She"d better have died!"
"Well, perhaps. I dare say she thinks it will never happen again, and has dismissed the subject; while you"ve had it happening ever since, whenever you"ve thought of her."
Halleck struck the arms of his chair with his clinched hands. "Confound the fellow! What business has he to come back into my way, and make me think about his wife? Oh, very likely it"s quite as you say! I dare say she"s stupidly content with him; that she"s forgiven it and forgotten all about it. Probably she"s told him how I behaved, and they"ve laughed me over together. But does that make it any easier to bear?"
"It ought," said Atherton. "What did the husband do when you met them?"
"Everything but tip me the wink,--everything but say, in so many words, "You see I"ve made it all right with her: don"t you wish you knew--how?""
Halleck dropped his head, with a wrathful groan.
"I fancy," said Atherton, thoughtfully, "that, if we really knew how, it would surprise us. Married life is as much a mystery to us outsiders as the life to come, almost. The ordinary motives don"t seem to count; it"s the realm of unreason. If a man only makes his wife suffer enough, she finds out that she loves him so much she _must_ forgive him. And then there"s a great deal in their being bound. They can"t live together in enmity, and they must live together. I dare say the offence had merely worn itself out between them."
"Oh, I dare say," Halleck a.s.sented, wearily. "That isn"t my idea of marriage, though."
"It"s not mine, either," returned Atherton. "The question is whether it isn"t often the fact in regard to such people"s marriages."