The sound was eloquently audible, though Mrs. Dowling remained unaware that in this or any manner whatever she had shed a light upon her thoughts; for it was her lifelong innocent conviction that other people saw her only as she wished to be seen, and heard from her only what she intended to be heard. At home it was always her husband who pulled down the shades of their bedroom window.
Alice looked serious for a few moments after the little encounter, then found some consolation in the behaviour of a gentleman of forty or so who was coming toward her. Like Mrs. Dowling, he had begun to show consciousness of Alice"s approach while she was yet afar off; but his tokens were of a kind pleasanter to her. He was like Mrs. Dowling again, however, in his conception that Alice would not realize the significance of what he did. He pa.s.sed his hand over his neck-scarf to see that it lay neatly to his collar, smoothed a lapel of his coat, and adjusted his hat, seeming to be preoccupied the while with problems that kept his eyes to the pavement; then, as he came within a few feet of her, he looked up, as in a surprised recognition almost dramatic, smiled winningly, lifted his hat decisively, and carried it to the full arm"s length.
Alice"s response was all he could have asked. The cane in her right hand stopped short in its swing, while her left hand moved in a pretty gesture as if an impulse carried it toward the heart; and she smiled, with her under lip caught suddenly between her teeth. Months ago she had seen an actress use this smile in a play, and it came perfectly to Alice now, without conscious direction, it had been so well acquired; but the pretty hand"s little impulse toward the heart was an original bit all her own, on the spur of the moment.
The gentleman went on, pa.s.sing from her forward vision as he replaced his hat. Of himself he was nothing to Alice, except for the gracious circ.u.mstance that he had shown strong consciousness of a pretty girl. He was middle-aged, substantial, a family man, securely married; and Alice had with him one of those long acquaintances that never become emphasized by so much as five minutes of talk; yet for this inconsequent meeting she had enacted a little part like a fragment in a pantomime of Spanish wooing.
It was not for him--not even to impress him, except as a messenger.
Alice was herself almost unaware of her thought, which was one of the running thousands of her thoughts that took no deliberate form in words.
Nevertheless, she had it, and it was the impulse of all her pretty bits of pantomime when she met other acquaintances who made their appreciation visible, as this substantial gentleman did. In Alice"s unworded thought, he was to be thus encouraged as in some measure a champion to speak well of her to the world; but more than this: he was to tell some magnificent unknown bachelor how wonderful, how mysterious, she was.
She hastened on gravely, a little stirred reciprocally with the supposed stirrings in the breast of that shadowy ducal mate, who must be somewhere "waiting," or perhaps already seeking her; for she more often thought of herself as "waiting" while he sought her; and sometimes this view of things became so definite that it shaped into a murmur on her lips. "Waiting. Just waiting." And she might add, "For him!" Then, being twenty-two, she was apt to conclude the mystic interview by laughing at herself, though not without a continued wistfulness.
She came to a group of small coloured children playing waywardly in a puddle at the mouth of a muddy alley; and at sight of her they gave over their pastime in order to stare. She smiled brilliantly upon them, but they were too struck with wonder to comprehend that the manifestation was friendly; and as Alice picked her way in a little detour to keep from the mud, she heard one of them say, "Lady got cane! Jeez"!"
She knew that many coloured children use impieties familiarly, and she was not startled. She was disturbed, however, by an unfavourable hint in the speaker"s tone. He was six, probably, but the sting of a criticism is not necessarily allayed by knowledge of its ign.o.ble source, and Alice had already begun to feel a slight uneasiness about her cane. Mrs.
Dowling"s stare had been strikingly projected at it; other women more than merely glanced, their brows and lips contracting impulsively; and Alice was aware that one or two of them frankly halted as soon as she had pa.s.sed.
She had seen in several magazines pictures of ladies with canes, and on that account she had bought this one, never questioning that fashion is recognized, even in the provinces, as soon as beheld. On the contrary, these staring women obviously failed to realize that what they were being shown was not an eccentric outburst, but the bright harbinger of an ill.u.s.trious mode. Alice had applied a bit of artificial pigment to her lips and cheeks before she set forth this morning; she did not need it, having a ready colour of her own, which now mounted high with annoyance.
Then a splendidly shining closed black automobile, with windows of polished gla.s.s, came silently down the street toward her. Within it, as in a luxurious little apartment, three comely ladies in mourning sat and gossiped; but when they saw Alice they clutched one another. They instantly recovered, bowing to her solemnly as they were borne by, yet were not gone from her sight so swiftly but the edge of her side glance caught a flash of teeth in mouths suddenly opened, and the dark glisten of black gloves again clutching to share mirth.
The colour that outdid the rouge on Alice"s cheek extended its area and grew warmer as she realized how all too cordial had been her nod and smile to these humorous ladies. But in their ident.i.ty lay a significance causing her a sharper smart, for they were of the family of that Lamb, chief of Lamb and Company, who had employed her father since before she was born.
"And know his salary! They"d be SURE to find out about that!" was her thought, coupled with another bitter one to the effect that they had probably made instantaneous financial estimates of what she wore though certainly her walking-stick had most fed their hilarity.
She tucked it under her arm, not swinging it again; and her breath became quick and irregular as emotion beset her. She had been enjoying her walk, but within the s.p.a.ce of the few blocks she had gone since she met the substantial gentleman, she found that more than the walk was spoiled: suddenly her life seemed to be spoiled, too; though she did not view the ruin with complaisance. These Lamb women thought her and her cane ridiculous, did they? she said to herself. That was their parvenu blood: to think because a girl"s father worked for their grandfather she had no right to be rather striking in style, especially when the striking WAS her style. Probably all the other girls and women would agree with them and would laugh at her when they got together, and, what might be fatal, would try to make all the men think her a silly pretender. Men were just like sheep, and nothing was easier than for women to set up as shepherds and pen them in a fold. "To keep out outsiders," Alice thought. "And make "em believe I AM an outsider.
What"s the use of living?"
All seemed lost when a trim young man appeared, striding out of a cross-street not far before her, and, turning at the corner, came toward her. Visibly, he slackened his gait to lengthen the time of his approach, and, as he was a stranger to her, no motive could be ascribed to him other than a wish to have a longer time to look at her.
She lifted a pretty hand to a pin at her throat, bit her lip--not with the smile, but mysteriously--and at the last instant before her shadow touched the stranger, let her eyes gravely meet his. A moment later, having arrived before the house which was her destination, she halted at the entrance to a driveway leading through fine lawns to the intentionally important mansion. It was a pleasant and impressive place to be seen entering, but Alice did not enter at once. She paused, examining a tiny bit of mortar which the masons had forgotten to sc.r.a.pe from a brick in one of the ma.s.sive gate-posts. She frowned at this tiny defacement, and with an air of annoyance sc.r.a.ped it away, using the ferrule of her cane an act of fastidious proprietorship. If any one had looked back over his shoulder he would not have doubted that she lived there.
Alice did not turn to see whether anything of the sort happened or not, but she may have surmised that it did. At all events, it was with an invigorated step that she left the gateway behind her and went cheerfully up the drive to the house of her friend Mildred.
CHAPTER IV
Adams had a restless morning, and toward noon he asked Miss Perry to call his daughter; he wished to say something to her.
"I thought I heard her leaving the house a couple of hours ago--maybe longer," the nurse told him. "I"ll go see." And she returned from the brief errand, her impression confirmed by information from Mrs. Adams.
"Yes. She went up to Miss Mildred Palmer"s to see what she"s going to wear to-night."
Adams looked at Miss Perry wearily, but remained pa.s.sive, making no inquiries; for he was long accustomed to what seemed to him a kind of jargon among ladies, which became the more incomprehensible when they tried to explain it. A man"s best course, he had found, was just to let it go as so much sound. His sorrowful eyes followed the nurse as she went back to her rocking-chair by the window, and her placidity showed him that there was no mystery for her in the fact that Alice walked two miles to ask so simple a question when there was a telephone in the house. Obviously Miss Perry also comprehended why Alice thought it important to know what Mildred meant to wear. Adams understood why Alice should be concerned with what she herself wore "to look neat and tidy and at her best, why, of course she"d want to," he thought--but he realized that it was forever beyond him to understand why the clothing of other people had long since become an absorbing part of her life.
Her excursion this morning was no novelty; she was continually going to see what Mildred meant to wear, or what some other girl meant to wear; and when Alice came home from wherever other girls or women had been gathered, she always hurried to her mother with earnest descriptions of the clothing she had seen. At such times, if Adams was present, he might recognize "organdie," or "taffeta," or "chiffon," as words defining certain textiles, but the rest was too technical for him, and he was like a dismal boy at a sermon, just waiting for it to get itself finished. Not the least of the mystery was his wife"s interest: she was almost indifferent about her own clothes, and when she consulted Alice about them spoke hurriedly and with an air of apology; but when Alice described other people"s clothes, Mrs. Adams listened as eagerly as the daughter talked.
"There they go!" he muttered to-day, a moment after he heard the front door closing, a sound recognizable throughout most of the thinly built house. Alice had just returned, and Mrs. Adams called to her from the upper hallway, not far from Adams"s door.
"What did she SAY?"
"She was sort of snippy about it," Alice returned, ascending the stairs.
"She gets that way sometimes, and pretended she hadn"t made up her mind, but I"m pretty sure it"ll be the maize Georgette with Malines flounces."
"Didn"t you say she wore that at the Pattersons"?" Mrs. Adams inquired, as Alice arrived at the top of the stairs. "And didn"t you tell me she wore it again at the----"
"Certainly not," Alice interrupted, rather petulantly. "She"s never worn it but once, and of course she wouldn"t want to wear anything to-night that people have seen her in a lot."
Miss Perry opened the door of Adams"s room and stepped out. "Your father wants to know if you"ll come and see him a minute, Miss Adams."
"Poor old thing! Of course!" Alice exclaimed, and went quickly into the room, Miss Perry remaining outside. "What"s the matter, papa? Getting awful sick of lying on his tired old back, I expect."
"I"ve had kind of a poor morning," Adams said, as she patted his hand comfortingly. "I been thinking----"
"Didn"t I tell you not to?" she cried, gaily. "Of course you"ll have poor times when you go and do just exactly what I say you mustn"t. You stop thinking this very minute!"
He smiled ruefully, closing his eyes; was silent for a moment, then asked her to sit beside the bed. "I been thinking of something I wanted to say," he added.
"What like, papa?"
"Well, it"s nothing--much," he said, with something deprecatory in his tone, as if he felt vague impulses toward both humour and apology. "I just thought maybe I ought to"ve said more to you some time or other about--well, about the way things ARE, down at Lamb and Company"s, for instance."
"Now, papa!" She leaned forward in the chair she had taken, and pretended to slap his hand crossly. "Isn"t that exactly what I said you couldn"t think one single think about till you get ALL well?"
"Well----" he said, and went on slowly, not looking at her, but at the ceiling. "I just thought maybe it wouldn"t been any harm if some time or other I told you something about the way they sort of depend on me down there."
"Why don"t they show it, then?" she asked, quickly. "That"s just what mama and I have been feeling so much; they don"t appreciate you."
"Why, yes, they do," he said. "Yes, they do. They began h"isting my salary the second year I went in there, and they"ve h"isted it a little every two years all the time I"ve worked for "em. I"ve been head of the sundries department for seven years now, and I could hardly have more authority in that department unless I was a member of the firm itself."
"Well, why don"t they make you a member of the firm? That"s what they ought to"ve done! Yes, and long ago!"
Adams laughed, but sighed with more heartiness than he had laughed.
"They call me their "oldest stand-by" down there." He laughed again, apologetically, as if to excuse himself for taking a little pride in this t.i.tle. "Yes, sir; they say I"m their "oldest stand-by"; and I guess they know they can count on my department"s turning in as good a report as they look for, at the end of every month; but they don"t have to take a man into the firm to get him to do my work, dearie."
"But you said they depended on you, papa."
"So they do; but of course not so"s they couldn"t get along without me."
He paused, reflecting. "I don"t just seem to know how to put it--I mean how to put what I started out to say. I kind of wanted to tell you--well, it seems funny to me, these last few years, the way your mother"s taken to feeling about it. I"d like to see a better established wholesale drug business than Lamb and Company this side the Alleghanies--I don"t say bigger, I say better established--and it"s kind of funny for a man that"s been with a business like that as long as I have to hear it called a "hole." It"s kind of funny when you think, yourself, you"ve done pretty fairly well in a business like that, and the men at the head of it seem to think so, too, and put your salary just about as high as anybody could consider customary--well, what I mean, Alice, it"s kind of funny to have your mother think it"s mostly just--mostly just a failure, so to speak."
His voice had become tremulous in spite of him; and this sign of weakness and emotion had sufficient effect upon Alice. She bent over him suddenly, with her arm about him and her cheek against his. "Poor papa!"
she murmured. "Poor papa!"
"No, no," he said. "I didn"t mean anything to trouble you. I just thought----" He hesitated. "I just wondered--I thought maybe it wouldn"t be any harm if I said something about how things ARE down there. I got to thinking maybe you didn"t understand it"s a pretty good place.
They"re fine people to work for; and they"ve always seemed to think something of me;--the way they took Walter on, for instance, soon as I asked "em, last year. Don"t you think that looked a good deal as if they thought something of me, Alice?"
"Yes, papa," she said, not moving.