"Of course it is up to me to save them," she decided cheerfully, and was quite happy at the prospect of an engagement in her campaign. "But I can"t neglect getting my car, even to save human nature from its duty,"
she added. And then her mind wandered from the duties of brides, to the pleasures of young motorists.
Her plan of expenditure was most lucid. She would invest eighteen hundred dollars in a car, and spend two hundred for clothes "to sustain the illusion." Nolan did not understand exactly what she meant by that, but on general principles was convinced it was something reprehensible and sneered at it. The other five hundred was to be deposited in the bank as a guarantee for future tires and gasoline and repairs. Nolan said that according to his information it would be wiser to buy a second-hand car for five hundred, and keep the eighteen hundred for tires and gas and repairs.
But Nolan was a struggling young lawyer--even more struggling than young--and the girls were accustomed to his pessimistic murmurs, and gave them no heed at all.
Although Eveley had determined to confine herself to eighteen hundred dollars for the car, she was not morally above accepting demonstrations of cars entailing twice, and even thrice, that expenditure. "For," she said, "for all I know somebody else may die and leave me some more, and then I can get an expensive one. And besides, I feel it is my duty--oh, no, I mean I feel it would be lots of fun, as a conscientious and enthusiastic motorist to know the good points of every car."
So Nolan a.s.sured her of his complete support and a.s.sistance in her search, even to the detriment of his labors at the law office, where he hoped one day to be a member of considerable standing. Nolan had two fond dreams--to become a regular member of the firm, and to marry Eveley. They were closely related, one to the other. If he could not marry Eveley, he had no desire for a partnership nor anything else but speedy death. But until he had the partnership, he felt himself morally obligated to deny himself Eveley in the flesh. For he was one of those unique, old-fashioned creatures who feels that man must offer position and affluence as well as love to the lady of his choice. So it was no mere mercenary madness on his own account that kept Nolan living a life of gentle and economic obscurity, patient struggling for a foothold on the ladder of fame in his profession.
He knew better than to propose to Eveley. He realized that if they were once formally and blissfully engaged, he, being only mortal man with human frailties, could never resist the charm of complete possession, and he foresaw that betrothal would end in speedy marriage to the death of his determination to bring his G.o.ddess glory.
Thus Nolan"s lips were sealed--on the subject of marriage. "Though goodness knows, he has plenty to say about everything else," Eveley sometimes complained rather plaintively. And his attentions took the form of a more or less pleasant watch-dog constancy, and an always more and never less persistence in warding off other suitors not handicapped by his own scruples in regard to matrimony.
CHAPTER VII
PAINFUL DUTY
When Eveley arrived home late that night she smiled to observe that all the down-stairs windows were wide open to the breeze, and in the corner bedroom, apportioned to Father-in-law, the curtains were down. At the back of the house she found Father-in-law himself, with the proverbial whiskered friend, critically inspecting her rustic steps through the clouds of smoke from their pipes which they removed to facilitate their interested stares as she approached.
"How do you do?" she cried brightly. "You are Mr. Severs, Senior, aren"t you? Welcome home! And this is your friend, I know." She shook hands with them both, with great cordiality. She must disarm them, before she could begin working them into a proper adjustment with life. "I am Eveley Ainsworth. Are you admiring my steps? I am very eccentric and temperamental and all that, and I have to live alone. I do not like being crowded in with other folks. I like to do as I please, and not bother with anybody else."
"Very sensible, I"m sure," said Father-in-law.
"Sure," echoed the whiskered one breezily.
"That was the first little seed," she chuckled to herself, as she ran blithely up the stairs. Later, when she heard Mrs. Severs in the room beneath, she went to the head of the inner stairway and called down to her.
"Come up a minute. I want to see you."
Mrs. Severs lost no time. "My husband says it is simply absurd," she began breathlessly. "He says people have to do their duty. He says a thing is right or wrong, and that settles it. We are all father has in the world, and Dody says it is plainly our duty to keep him with us. He says a fellow would be taking an awful chance to marry you, if that is a sample of your principles. Don"t you believe in any duty, Miss Ainsworth?"
"Only one," said Eveley with great firmness.
"Oh, what is that?" came the eager query.
"That," was the dignified reply, "is something that doesn"t enter into this case at all, and doesn"t need to be discussed."
"Well, Dody says--"
"Dody may be a very sweet husband, but he is not progressive. His idea is old, outworn and antedeluvian. Simply musty. Now, this is my plan--the plan of progress according to new ideas which means happiness for all.
Father-in-law and the whiskered friend are born for each other. They are affinities, and soul-mates, and everything. I saw it at the first glance.
We"ll get them a little cottage off somewhere beyond the odor of onions, and they can revel in liver and pipes to their hearts" content."
"Impossible! Whiskers has a wife of his own."
"What?" Eveley was much disconcerted. "Well, maybe she will get a divorce so her husband can marry your father--I mean--maybe it won"t stick, you know."
"It"s been sticking for forty years, and I suppose it will go on forever.
You see she doesn"t have him around much and so she probably forgets how he is. He is always out with father, and she is asleep when he gets home."
"Well, don"t worry about it. He had no business being married, for it was a lovely plan--but it can"t be helped now. Never mind."
"Listen," said Mrs. Severs suddenly. "Hear the sizzling. That"s onions.
Didn"t I tell you? I was going to have chicken croquettes and creamed peas, with lettuce salad and fruit jello. But how can Dody and I sit down to a decent meal with the whole house reeking with tobacco and onions?"
"Never mind, dear. We"ll find the adjustment in time. Just try to be patient."
For another night, and another day, Eveley puzzled and pondered--during intervals of studying motor folders and reading advertis.e.m.e.nts. And the next evening she found Mrs. Severs wringing her hands on the front porch.
"What is it?" she asked anxiously. "Did he kill himself?"
"No such luck," wailed Mrs. Severs. "He won"t sleep in the bedroom because he says it is too shady under all those vines, and he has moved himself out into the living-room on the couch. He says there is no sense having a house all cluttered up with rooms anyhow, he doesn"t believe in it. He says two rooms are enough for anybody. You can cook and eat in the kitchen, and sit and sleep in the other room, and anything more is just plain tony."
"I tell you what," suggested Eveley brightly. "Be mean to him. Be real snippy and bossy. Don"t let him have his own way. You just fire him right back into the bedroom. Tell him you are head of this house, and he"s got to mind. Then he"ll be only too glad to move out and then you"ll have some peace."
"I can"t," moaned Mrs. Severs. "He"s really kind of nice if he wasn"t so awful. I couldn"t be mean to Dody"s father. And Dody would not let me if I wanted to."
"Well, don"t worry," said Eveley automatically. "I am still working. We will try every different adjustment, and in time we shall hit the right one. Just keep happy and--"
"Keep happy," wailed Mrs. Severs. "Don"t be sarcastic, Miss Ainsworth, please. I never expect to be happy again."
Then she went home, and Eveley called Nolan on the telephone.
"You must come immediately and have supper with me. And stop on the way and get a small steak, and ask the drug-store to deliver a pint of ice-cream at six-thirty sharp. And you might bring a nice tomato if you can remember, and I shall have everything else ready. We won"t have much to-night, just steak and salad and ice-cream. I need professional advice."
Nolan never dreamed of refusing an invitation of any sort whatever from Eveley, and he started immediately, gathering up the dinner on his way.
As he put his foot on the lowest step of the rustic stair, Eveley"s head thrust itself suddenly from between the curtains.
"There is a proper adjustment," she said, in a stern voice. "Just keep your mind on that. Painful duty is no duty, and can not be. There is a right adjustment--and we must find it."
Nolan continued warily up the rickety stair, greeting her at the top cordially.
"h.e.l.lo, Eveley. My, the coffee smells good. I am hungry as a bear, too. I saw you out last night with that sad-eyed Buddy soldier, and I do not approve of it. I shall deem it my duty to administer a proper adjustment of his facial characteristics if he doesn"t mind his own business. The ice-cream will be here at six-thirty sharp. How is Kitty? You have flour on your ears. Shall I fix the tomatoes?"
"I did not bring you here in a social capacity to discuss personal matters," said Eveley coldly. "I told you yesterday that my home is saddened by the grotesque figure of maladjustment stalking in our midst under his usual guise of Duty. As I have explained so many times, there is bound to be a happy adjustment. But this time I can not figure it out.
Now I call on you."
"Retainer"s fee, one hundreds dollars. Payable, of course, in advance."
"Oh, well, it is not strictly legal. Let"s just talk it over nicely as dear good friends, and if you have an idea I can absorb it. Nolan, Eileen said she saw you at lunch to-day with a woman."
"Eileen? How is Eileen? I haven"t seen her for days. Let"s have a party soon, and invite Kitty and Eileen and Miriam and me, and you give us a midnight supper here in the Cote, will you?"