CHAPTER V
Rachel, removing her heavy coat, walked briskly to the grate fire burning in the rear of the studio. She stood looking into the flames and rubbing the cold out of her hands.
"Well, I kept the appointment, Frank."
Brander, the artist, sprawled on a cushion-littered couch, sat up slowly. His heavy eyes regarded her.
"We had quite a talk. You know his wife has remarried."
"That so?" Rachel laughed.
"Mr. Dorn sends you his regards."
"That"ll be enough."
"I must say he"s much cleverer than you, Frank."
"What did you talk about? Soul stuff, eh?"
"Oh, not entirely."
She came over to the couch and patted his cheeks.
"My hands--feel how cold they are."
"Never mind your hands. What did our good friend have to say for himself?"
"Oh, talk." Her dark eyes glanced enigmatically from his stare.
Brander swore. "I want to know, d"you hear?"
"Dear me! Soulmate bares all." She laughed and walked with a sensual swing down the long room.
Brander, without stirring, repeated, "Yes, everything."
Rachel"s face sobered.
"Why, there"s nothing Frank--of interest."
"h.e.l.l, I"ve caught you crying over him."
"Well, what of that? A woman"s tears, you know, a woman"s tears, don"t mean anything."
"They don"t, eh?"
"No." The sight of him hunched amid the cushions seemed to appeal to her humor. A large, strong monkey face against blue, green, and yellow pillow faces. She laughed.
"Well, I"ll tell you something. There"s going to be no soul stuff in this. You"re mine. And if you start any flapdoodle hand-holding with our good friend, I"ll knock your heads together into a pulp."
He raised his large shoulders and glowered majestically. Rachel, paused beside a canvas, regarded him with half-closed eyes and smiling lips.
"He sent his kindest wishes to you."
Brander left his seat and strode toward her.
"That"s enough."
"And asked us to call. And if we couldn"t come together, I might call alone," she spoke quickly. Her eyes were mocking. An oath from Brander seemed to amuse her.
"You"re in love with him," he muttered, his fingers tightening about her wrist. "Come, out with it! I want to know."
"Yes." Rachel"s eyes grew taunting. "He is the knight in shining armor, fairy prince, and the man in the moon."
"Never mind laughing. I want to know."
"Well, listen then." Her voice grew vibrant as if a laugh were talking.
"His eyes are the beckoning hands of dream. Poor Frank doesn"t know what that means."
Brander swung her toward the couch. She fell amid the cushions with a laugh. He stood looking at her and then walked slowly.
"Don"t touch me. Don"t you dare!"
A grin crossed the artist"s face.
"I know you and your kind," he answered, "mooney girls. Mooney-headed girls. I"ve had "em before."
"Keep away...."
Her face as he bent over her glowed with a sudden terror.
"Mooney girls," repeated Brander.
His hands reached her shoulders and held her carelessly as she squirmed.
"You"re hurting me."
"I"ll hurt you more. Talk out now. Are you in love with that loon?"
"Yes."
"More than me?"
"Yes."
Brander"s face reddened. His hand struck her chin. Rachel shut her eyes to hold back tears.