"Then you"re giving him a crooked deal."
"He"s not in love with me either. So that"s even."
"Then why----"
"Because he thinks he can"t have me," I said. "I"m marrying him because he"s the most marriageable man I know, and I have to marry money. I"ve been raised for that. And he"s marrying me because I"m the only girl whose people didn"t fling her at him."
"Then I wish you joy of each other!" he said hoa.r.s.ely, and slammed out of the room and out of the house.
I haven"t the faintest idea what came over me that night. I went upstairs and cried my eyes out.
A few days later, after a round of luncheons, dinners and dances until I was half dead, I had a free evening. The elopement had been set for Friday, and it was Wednesday. Mother and father were out, and I went downstairs for a book. I had got it and was just going out when I saw Henry"s red head over the back of the leather chair by the fire.
I went over. He was not reading. He was just sitting, his long legs stretched out in front of him.
"h.e.l.lo, Kit," he said calmly. "I knew this was an off night. Sit down."
I sat down, rather suspicious of his manner. Henry can"t dissemble.
"About the other night," he said, "I was taken by surprise. Just forget it, Kit. Now, when are you going to pull this thing off?"
I told him, and where.
"Russell made any arrangements?"
"I haven"t asked."
"Probably not. He"ll expect to get out of the train and find a license and a preacher on the platform. I"d better be best man, and go down there a day before to fix things."
Well, it wasn"t flattering to see him so eager to get me married. There had been a time when I thought--However--
"Oh!" I said.
"Better do it right while you"re about it," he said. "You might give me one of your rings, and I"ll order a wedding ring. Platinum or gold?"
"Platinum," I said feebly.
"Anything inside?"
"The--the date, I suppose."
"No initials or anything like that?"
I roused from a sort of stupor of astonishment.
"I like a very narrow ring," I said. "There won"t be room for much inside. The date will do. But I"m sure that Russell----"
"All right if he does. Perhaps I"d better not put in the date. Then, if he takes one along, I can return this and have it credited to him."
"You"re very thoughtful."
"Not at all," he said with the first atom of feeling he"d shown. "I don"t approve of anything about this business; but if it"s going to happen, it"s going to happen right!"
He got up and stood in front of the fire.
"The thing to be sure of, Kit," he said soberly, "is that you don"t love any one else. It"s bad enough as it is, but that would be worse."
"I wouldn"t dare to be in love with any one who wasn"t eligible," I said, not looking at him. "I"ve been raised for just what I"m doing. I"m fulfilling my destiny."
"There"s n.o.body else, then?"
"Who could there be?"
"That"s twice I"ve asked you a perfectly simple question, Kit, and you have evaded it. The plain truth, of course, is that you are in love, absolutely single-heartedly in love, but not with Russell."
"Then who?" I demanded sharply.
"With yourself," he said, and picked up his hat and went out.
IV
Russell and I eloped on a Friday morning. Mother and I packed my dressing case and a bag, and I gave her an itemized list of what was to be sent on in my trunk when I wired for it. She was greatly relieved to know that Henry was looking after things, especially the ring.
"I do hope he gets a narrow one," she said. "Wedding rings are nonsense at any time. You can never wear other rings with them. But if it is platinum you can have it set with diamonds later on."
I think she was disappointed when I refused to leave a note on my dressing table for her.
"That"s out of date, mother," I said. "You needn"t know anything until you get my wire that it"s over. Then you can call up the newspapers and deny it. That"s the best way to let them know."
Then she went out, per agreement, after kissing me good-by, and I called a taxicab and eloped.
Did you ever have a day when things went wrong with you and when you knew that the fault was somewhere in you? Well, that was that sort of day. The minute I was in the taxicab I was uncomfortable. All at once I didn"t want to be married. I hoped Russell would miss the train, and I could go back home and be a spinster lady and be on committees.
But he did not miss the train. He was there, waiting. He had on a very ugly necktie and an English ulster that made his chest dish in, although he has a good figure.
"h.e.l.lo, girlie," he said. "Stuff all here? Any excitement at home? No?
Nice work."
My lips felt stiff.
"Train"s waiting," he said. "What do you think of Henry? Big lift, that is. I"ve never been married before. I"m fairly twittering."
We got into the train. There was no Pullman. Not that it mattered, but it helped to upset me. I hated eloping in a day coach. And a woman with a market basket sat across the aisle, and the legs of a chicken stuck out.
Russell squeezed into the seat beside me.
"Jove, this is great!" he said. "Aren"t you going to put your hand in my coat pocket, honey?"