"But if I told him that you--"
"Don"t!" said the millionaire curtly. "I never interfere with the superintendent."
"Then I suppose I"ll have to be there," said Jimmie sulkily: "But remember this--if I don"t get a good eight hours" sleep, my brain don"t work right. So if I"m not up to my usual standard, don"t blame me."
He turned on his heel and was leaving the room when he b.u.mped into his sister-in-law, who was just coming in.
"Good night, Virginia," he mumbled.
"Good night, Jimmie," she replied cordially.
He went out, closing the door behind him.
CHAPTER XV
As the door slammed, leaving her alone with her husband, Virginia felt herself grow hot and cold by turns. Desperate, she looked around to see if there was anywhere she could go, but there was no escape possible. Practically she was a prisoner, at the mercy of a man who, his worst instincts aroused by wine, was temporarily another being.
His naturally generous impulses, his gentlemanly bearing, his kindly consideration for the weaker s.e.x, all that was momentarily cast to the winds and like the savage beast, unaccustomed to control his appet.i.tes, he stopped at nothing in a wild, pa.s.sionate madness to gratify his brutal desires.
It was horrible, revolting, yet what could she do? The law gave this man certain rights over her. Was not she herself largely to blame? Had she not sold herself to a man she did not love without even the excuse of necessity to sanction the disgraceful barter of flesh and honor?
And what made it the more cruel was that gradually love had come into her life. Yes, she was sure of it now. In spite of his neglect, his indifference, she loved him and it was just because she loved him that it broke her heart to see him degrade his manhood.
The distant sounds of the Gillies and the servants retiring died away.
The lights throughout the big house were extinguished one by one. A heavy silence fell over everything. Growing more nervous each instant, Virginia watched her husband furtively. If only he, too, would say good-night and go to his room! At present he seemed to be in no hurry to depart, and yet he did not appear to be thinking about her, being still highly amused by what Jimmie had said. Suddenly bursting into laughter, he exclaimed:
"His brain! Ha! ha! Good night! Jimmie"s brain! Ah, that"s rich!"
Virginia went back to her dressing table, where she pretended to be busily occupied combing her hair. He followed her, still laughing.
When his merriment had somewhat subsided, he hiccoughed:
"That boy"s more fun to me! I wouldn"t lose his company for anything in the world! From the very first day he came to work for me he"s been full of suggestions. They"ve all been good. One of them--one of them made me laugh for a week. I even laugh now whenever I think of it--"
He leaned awkwardly over her chair and Virginia instinctively recoiled. His flushed face and tainted breath frightened and disgusted her. Each instant she feared that he would take her in his arms. To avoid him, she rose from the dressing table and crossing the room, sat down on the sofa. He followed her, still laughing.
"You"ll enjoy it too--so listen!" he said. Raising his voice and in a tone of command he went on: "Listen now, because you"ll enjoy it. He wanted me--"
He halted again, unable to continue for laughing, as he thought of some of his employee"s crazy notions. Then, proceeding, he said:
"You"ll enjoy it. Such a joke! The man"s as mad as a March hare. He wanted me--to put up a factory--"
He tried to complete the sentence; but the absurdity of the proposition was too much for him. He laughed till his face ached, while Virginia sat silent, watching him sideways. When he had calmed down, he said:
"It"s the funniest thing I ever heard! You"ll enjoy it too! He wanted me to put up a factory--to make infants" food out of p.r.i.c.kly pears--"
Once more he was unable to proceed for laughter. "Infants" food!
p.r.i.c.kly pears! Isn"t that immense? Isn"t that the funniest idea that--"
Noticing that Virginia did not join in his merriment, he stopped and asked:
"Don"t you think it"s funny?"
"Yes, dear. It probably is," she answered evasively.
"There"s no "probably" about it--it certainly is," he insisted. "I don"t think you got it, so I"ll tell it again. He wanted me to put up a factory--"
"I understood," she interrupted coldly.
He looked at her closely, as if unable to understand her cold indifference.
"Well--don"t you think it"s funny?"
Wearily she answered:
"Yes, dear, it is."
"You don"t seem to enjoy it," he grumbled.
She made no reply for a moment, at a loss what to say, anxious to avoid saying anything that would furnish him with an excuse for a scene. Her only hope was in keeping him in good humor and persuading him to retire. It would be terrible if she had to endure the same horrible experience with him as on former occasions when he came home in this condition. Rising, she said quietly:
"I"m very tired, so I think I"ll say good-night, dear."
She went towards her bedroom door, but before she could reach it, he had intercepted her. There was a determined, not to be denied look in his face as he exclaimed:
"Not just yet! Not just yet!"
Trembling in every limb, but endeavoring to remain calm, she looked up at him pleadingly:
"Please let me go," she said coaxingly. "Be a nice, good husband and say good-night--won"t you, dear, please?"
He put his arm around her waist. Hoa.r.s.ely, amorously, he whispered:
"Stay with me a little--I want you here."
"No, dear--please, dear!" she pleaded, quickly disentangling herself from his grasp. "You"ll make me so happy if you will! Besides, it"s quite late, remember, and I"m tired--I really am--"
He stood off a little way, looking more closely at her as if doubtful that she was speaking the truth.
"Tired, are you?" he frowned.
"Yes, dear," she pleaded anxiously.
He laughed--a strange, horrid, artificial laugh which made her shudder. She had heard that laugh before and it omened nothing good.
Quickly he said:
"I know the best thing in the world to cure that tired feeling--champagne. We"ll have some--what do you say?"