Suzee frowned and then smiled.
"I do not like such long words. I do not understand you when you talk like that; but I love you, Treevor, so, so much."
The misty light of dawn was rolling over "Frisco when I shewed Suzee her own room, where according to the pact with the manager, she was to sleep.
She shivered as we went into it.
"Oh, Treevor, what a great big room," she said; "I am frightened at it. Won"t you stay with me? Or let me be in yours?"
"I said you should sleep here," I answered; "so you must. Jump into bed quick and go to sleep; you will soon forget the size of the room.
I am dead tired now, I must go and get some sleep myself. Good-night, dear."
I kissed her and went back to the sitting-room. The morning light struggling with the artificial fell on the table with its scattered plates and gla.s.ses, and on her little trunk and the unpacked silken clothes.
I turned out the lights and drew up the blinds, and stood looking out.
The waves of soft white fog filled the empty streets. All was quiet, white, in the dawn.
I had said I was tired, yet now sleep seemed far from my eyes, and my mind flew out over intervening s.p.a.ce to Viola, longing to find her, wherever she was.
Where would she be? I could imagine her waking with this same dawn in her calm, innocent bed, and gazing, too, into this white light, and longing for me. Surely she would be that? The words of her letter came back to me: the time would pa.s.s "slowly as a winter night to me, your Viola."
She was right. Nothing could divide us permanently, really. Perhaps even Death would be powerless to do that.
I had a dissatisfied feeling with myself. Would it have been better, I asked myself, to have waited through this year alone, since nothing could really satisfy or delight me in her absence? What was the good, after all, of chasing the mere shadow of the joy I had with her?
But, strangely enough, I felt that Viola had no wish that I should pa.s.s this mysterious year of separation she had imposed upon us, alone.
She had confessed her inability to share my love with any other. The incident of Veronica had made that clear; but now that she chose to deny herself to me she seemed rather to wish than otherwise that I should seek adventures, experiences elsewhere. And I felt indefinitely, yet strongly, that the more I could crush into this year of life and of artistic inspiration, especially the latter, the happier she would feel when we met.
Perhaps she wished to tire me with lesser loves, certain that her own must prevail against them. Perhaps she had even left me solely for this, with this idea. Knowing herself unable to bear the pain of infidelity to her when she was present, yet, accepting it as tending to some ultimate psychological end, she had withdrawn herself from me.
I remembered she had said once to me:
"I would so much rather be a man"s last love, the crowning love of his life, the one whose image would be with him as he pa.s.sed from this world, than his first; poor little toy of his youth, forgotten, unheeded, effaced by the pa.s.sions of his life at the zenith."
Perhaps, ... but, ah! what was the use of speculation when it might all be wrong?
Some reason was there, guiding that subtle mystery of her brain, and I, if I fulfilled her expressed wishes, was doing the utmost to carry out that plan of hers which I could not yet understand.
A feeling of excessive weariness invaded me, mental and physical, and as the light grew stronger, breaking into day, I went to my own room to sleep.
As soon as I woke I got up and went to look at my new possession. To my surprise the room seemed empty. I looked round. No Suzee. I went up to the bed. It had apparently not been slept in, but two of the blankets had been pulled off and disappeared.
As I stood by the bedside, wondering what had become of her, I felt a soft kiss on my ankles and, looking down, there she was, creeping out from under the bed with one of the blankets round her. Her hair was a lovely undisarranged ma.s.s; but the rosebuds in it were dead, and it was dusty. Her face looked like white silk in its youthful pallor. She smiled up delightedly at me and crawled out farther from the bed valance.
"What are you doing down there?" I asked. "Wasn"t the bed comfortable?"
"Oh yes, Treevor, underneath I was very comfortable and warm. You see, I have always been accustomed to something over my head, and in this room the ceiling is such a long way off."
She got up and stood before me, her rounded shoulders and sweetly moulded arms shewing above the blanket.
"You don"t mind, do you?" she added, with a note of quick anxiety.
I laughed as I remembered the low ceilings, almost on one"s head, that are the rule in Chinatown, and caught her up in my arms.
"No, I don"t mind," I said; "only get into bed now, and don"t shew that you have slept underneath instead of inside. I am going to order breakfast and I will call you in a minute or two."
I threw her on to the bed, into which she rolled like a kitten, kissed her, and went back to my own room.
When we had had breakfast I took Suzee with me on the car, and all the eyes of its occupants fixed upon us for the whole of the journey. This was harmless, however, and I did not mind, while Suzee sat apparently sublimely unconscious of the rude stares and ruder smiles, with the calm gravity of the Oriental who is above insults because he considers himself above criticism.
At the office where I went to buy tickets for our journey I was put to worse annoyance. I had taken tickets for two from "Frisco to City of Mexico when the clerk, looking suddenly from me to my childish companion, said: "We can"t give you a section,[A] sir."
"Why not?" I demanded.
"Only married couples," he remarked tersely, and turned away.
I told Suzee to go outside, and went to another part of the office, bought my section ticket from another clerk while the first was engaged, and then joined her. I began to realise that petty difficulties would line the path the whole way, and I must make some effort to minimise them.
We went to a cafe for lunch, and after seating ourselves at a table a little away from the staring crowd, I said: "I expect it would be better if we got you some American clothes."
"Very well, Treevor," she returned docilely, and leant her pretty, round, ivory-hued cheek on her hand as she looked across at me adoringly. Had I suggested cutting off her head, I believe she would have looked the same.
"We must try after lunch to get some," I continued. "And don"t be too submissive to me in public. You see, it"s not at all the fashion with us for wives to be that way, and it makes people think you are not mine."
Suzee laughed gaily: the idea seemed to amuse her.
After lunch we went to one of the large stores, and Suzee, in her scarlet silk attracted of course general attention. We found, however, a sensible saleswoman to whom I explained that I wanted a grey travelling costume, and she and Suzee disappeared from me entirely, into the fitting-room.
Left alone, I swung myself back on a chair and lapsed into thought.
When Suzee at last came back an exclamation broke from me. She was spoilt. Lovely as she seemed in her own picturesque clothing, in the rough grey cloth of hideous Western dress she looked simply a little guy. Reading my face at a glance, her own clouded instantly, and in another second she would have thrown herself at my feet had I not warned her by a look and a gesture not to. I sprang up and turned to the saleswoman.
"Is this the best, the prettiest costume you have?" I asked.
"Yes, sir. You see it"s so difficult to fit the young lady without any corsets, and she is really so short we have only a few skirts that will do for her."
I looked at Suzee as she stood before me. The figure, so exquisite in its lines when unclothed, looked too soft and shapeless under the cloth coat. She appeared absurdly short, too, beside the American a.s.sistant, who stood at least five feet eleven. I could not bear to see my little Suzee so disfigured. However, that she looked far more ordinary could not be disputed. She would attract less attention now, and that might be an advantage. Her head was still bare and had its Oriental character, but the colour of her skin against the grey cloth lost its creaminess that it had possessed above the blue silk jacket.
It now looked merely sallow.
I paid nine guineas for the hideous dress, ordered the silk clothes to be sent to the hotel, and then we went on to the millinery. Amongst these frightful edifices my heart sank still more, but I steeled myself to the ordeal, and, choosing out the simplest grey one I could find, directed the giggling young shop-a.s.sistant to try it on Suzee.
The immense coiffure of shining black hair of the Chinese girl did not lend itself to any Western hat. Hat and hair together made her head appear out of proportion to the small, short figure.
At last, in despair, I said:
"You must alter your hair and do it in a different way. Could you take it down now and roll it up small at the back, do you think?"
Suzee gazed on me in mild surprise.