"Now," I said, rather viciously I dare say, "let her read that and throw a fit. She"ll never again be able to accuse me of making things dull for her."
Roger read it over.
"We"d better write Bill"s letter," he said, "and get it off. We--it wouldn"t do to have Bill worried, you know."
So we went into the house and wrote Bill"s letter. We explained everything--how stupid they"d all found our party and that this was only a form of revenge.
"Suppose," Roger said as I sealed it, "suppose they get excited and send for the police?"
That stumped us. It was one thing to give them a bad night, and telephone them in the morning that it was a joke and that I"d gone direct from Carrie"s to mother"s, which was the arrangement. But Carrie was a great one for getting in detectives. You remember, the time her sister was married, that Carrie had a detective in the house for a week before the wedding watching the presents, and how at the last minute the sister wanted to marry the detective, who was a good-looking boy, and they had a dreadful time getting her to the church.
We both thought intently for quite a time.
"We must cut the telephone wire, Roger," I said at length.
Roger was not eager about cutting the telephone. He said he would probably be shocked to death, although if he could find a pair of rubber overshoes he"d take the risk.
"It ought to be done the very last thing," he said. "No use rousing their suspicions early."
We played up hard all afternoon. Roger kissed the lump of sugar he put in my tea, and went and sulked on the parapet when Peter Arundel came and sat beside me. Carrie joined him there, and I could see her talking earnestly to him while Roger looked out over the landscape with eyes that were positively sombre.
"Having a good time?" said Peter Arundel to me.
"Heavenly, Peter," I replied, looking at Roger. "I didn"t believe I could be so happy."
"Go to it," said Peter. "What"s a day or two out of a lifetime."
I turned round and faced him, my hands gripped hard in my lap.
"That"s it," I said tensely. "That"s the thought that"s killing me. One can only be happy for a day or two."
"Oh, I wouldn"t go so far as that," said Peter. "You have a pretty fair time, you know, Clara. Old Bill"s a good sort."
"Oh, Bill!" I said.
"I went to college with Bill. Maybe Bill hasn"t any frills, but he"s a real man." He glared at Roger"s drooping shoulders. "He"s no tailor"s dummy anyhow."
I ignored this.
"Peter," I said in a thin voice, "have you ever read Ellen Key?"
"Not on your life!" said Peter.
I quoted a bit I happened to remember.
""Nothing is wiser than the modern woman"s desire to see life with her own eyes, not only with those of a husband."" I sighed.
"If I were Bill," said Peter, "I"d burn that book."
""Nothing,"" I continued, ""is more true than that souls which are parted by a lack of perfect frankness never belonged to one another.""
"Look here," said Peter, and got up; "I think you"ve lost your mind, Clara--you and Roger Waite both. Look at him mooning over there. I"d like to turn the garden hose on him."
I looked at Roger--a long gaze that made Peter writhe.
""Love"s double heartbeat"----" I began. But Peter stalked away, muttering.
Carrie had left Roger, so I put down my cup and followed him to the parapet of the terrace.
"Darling!" he said. And then, finding Peter was not with me: "How"s it going?"
"Cracking! They"re all worried already."
"We"ve hardly started. Slip your arm through mine, Clara, and I"ll hold your hand. Dear little hand!" he said. "When I think that instead of that ring----" Here he choked and kissed my hand. Then I saw that Harry Delaney was just below the wall.
Carrie"s voice broke in on our philandering.
"If," she said coldly, "you two people can be pried apart with a crowbar for a sufficient length of time, we will motor to Bubbling Spring.
There"s just time before dinner."
"I don"t think I"ll go, Carrie," I said languidly. "I have a headache and Roger has just offered to read to me. Do you remember how you used to cure my headaches, Roger?"
"I"d rather not talk about those days, Clara," said Roger in a shaky voice.
"I wish you two people could see and hear yourselves!" Carrie cried furiously, and turned on her heel.
"I guess that will hold her for a while," Roger purred. "Clara, you"re an angel and an inspiration. I haven"t had such a good time since I had scarlet fever."
Dinner, which should have been gay, was simply noisy. They were all worried, and it is indicative of how Carrie had forgotten her pose and herself that she wore her diamond necklace. Roger had been placed at the other end of the table from me, but he slipped in and changed the cards.
There were half a dozen dinner guests, but Roger and I ate little or nothing.
"Act as though the thought of food sickens you," I commanded.
"But I"m starving!"
"I"ll have my maid take a tray into the garden later."
In spite of me he broke over at the entree, which was extremely good.
But everyone saw that we were not eating. The woman on Roger"s right, a visitor, took advantage of a lull in the noise to accuse Roger of being in love. Ida giggled, but Roger turned to his neighbour.
"I am in love," he said mournfully; "hopelessly, idiotically, madly, recklessly in love."
"With any particular person?"
"With you," said Roger, who had never seen her before.
She quite fluttered.