"Of course...."
"Of course!" Matthias echoed witlessly. "You wanted to see me about something," he iterated, wandering. With an effort he pulled himself together. "Won"t you sit down--ah--Joan?"
"Thank you," said the girl. "But I"m afraid I"m in the way," she amended, dropping back into the old, worn, easy-chair.
"Oh, no--I--"
The insincerity of his disclaimer was manifest in an apologetic glance toward the ma.n.u.script and a hasty thrust of fingers up through his hair.
Joan caught him up quickly.
"Oh, but I know I am, so I shan"t stay," she said, settling herself comfortably. "I only ask a minute or two of your time. You don"t mind?"
"Mind? Why, I--certainly not."
She looked down as if disconcerted by his honest, perplexed, questioning eyes.
"I was afraid you might, after--after what"s happened--"
He fumbled for a cigarette, beginning to feel more calm, less nervous than annoyed. The fact of her unruffled self-possession had at length penetrated his understanding.
"No," he said slowly, rolling the cigarette between his palms, "I don"t mind in the least, if I can be of service to you."
"But I was very foolish," Joan persisted, "and--and unkind. I"ve been sorry ever since...."
"Don"t be," Matthias begged, his tone so odd that she looked up swiftly and coloured.
Thus far everything had gone famously, quite as rehea.r.s.ed in the theatre of her optimistic fancy; but the new accent in his voice made her suddenly fear lest, after all, the little scene might not play itself out as smoothly as it had promised to.
"Don"t be," Matthias repeated coolly. "It"s quite all right. Take my word for it: as far as I"m concerned you"ve nothing at all to reproach yourself with."
Her flush deepened. "You mean you didn"t care--!"
Matthias smiled, but not unkindly. "I mean," he said slowly--"neither of us really cared."
"Speak for yourself--" Joan cut in with a flash of temper; but he obtained her silence with a gentle gesture.
"Please ... I mean, we both lost our heads for a time. That was all there was to it, I think. Naturally it couldn"t last. You were wise enough to see that first and--ah--did the only thing you decently could, when you threw me over. I understood that, at once."
"But I," she began in a desperate effort to regain lost ground--"I was afraid you"d hate and despise me--"
"Not a bit, Joan--believe me, not for an instant. When I had had time to think it all out, I was simply grateful. I could never have learned to hate or despise you--as you put it--whatever happened; but if you hadn"t been so sensible and far-sighted, the affair might have run on too far to be remedied. In which case we"d both have been horribly unhappy."
This was so far from the att.i.tude she had believed he would adopt, that Joan understood her cause to be worse than forlorn: it was lost; lost, that is, unless it could be saved by her premeditated heroic measure.
Fumbling in her bag, she found his ring.
"Perhaps you"re right," she said with a little sigh. "Anyhow, it"s like you to put it that way.... But what I really came for, was to return this."
She offered the ring. He looked, startled, from it to her face, hesitated, and took it. "O--thanks!" he said, adding quite truthfully: "I"d forgotten about that"; and tossed it carelessly to his work-table where, rolling across the face of a ma.n.u.script, it oscillated momentarily and settling to rest, seemed to wink cynically at its late possessor.
Joan blinked hastily in response: there was a transient little mist before her eyes; and momentarily her lips trembled with true emotion.
The scene was working out more painfully than she had ever in her direst misgivings dreamed it might.
Deep in her heart she had all along nursed the hope that he would insist on her retaining the ring. That would have been like the Matthias of her memories!
But now he seemed to think that she ought to be glad thus to disburden her conscience and by just so much to modify her indebtedness to him!
Struck by this thought, Joan gasped inwardly, and examined with startled eyes the face of Matthias. It was her first reminder of the fact that he had left her one hundred and fifty unearned dollars. She had forgotten all about that till this instant. Otherwise, she would have hesitated longer about calling. She wondered if he were thinking of the same thing; but his face afforded no index to his thoughts. He wasn"t looking at her at all, in fact, but down, in abstraction, studying the faded pattern of the carpet at his feet.
She wondered if perhaps it would advance her interests to offer to return the money, to pay it back bit by bit--when she found work. But wisely she refrained from acting on this suggestion.
"I"m sorry I was so long about bringing it back," she resumed with an artificial manner. "I was always meaning to, you know, and always kept putting it off. You know how it is when you"re on the road: one never seems to have any time to one"s self."
"I quite understand," Matthias a.s.sured her gravely.
She grew sensitive to the fact that he was being patient with her.
"But I really mustn"t keep you from your work," she said, rising.
"You--you knew I was working, didn"t you?"
"I heard," Matthias evaded--"in a roundabout way--that you were playing in vaudeville."
The girl nodded vigorously. "Oh, yes; I was all over, playing the lead in a sketch called "The Lie." It was a regular knock-out. You ought to have seen how it got over. It"s still playing, somewhere out West, I guess."
"You left it, then?" Matthias asked, bored, heartily wishing her out of the house.
She was aching to know if he had learned of her marriage. But then she felt sure he couldn"t possibly have heard about it. Still, she wondered, if he did know, would it modify his att.i.tude toward her in any way?
"Yes," she resumed briskly, to cover her momentary hesitation, "I left it the week we played "Frisco. I had to. The star and I couldn"t seem to hit it off, somehow. You know how that is."
"And yet you must have managed to agree with him pretty well, from all I hear."
"What did you hear?"
(Did he really know, then?)
"Why," Matthias explained ingeniously, "you must have been with the sketch for several months, by your own account. You couldn"t have been bickering all that time."
Confidence returned.... "Oh, that! Yes, of course. But I could see it coming a long ways ahead. So I quit, and came back to look for another engagement. You--"
She broke off, stammering.
"Beg pardon?" Matthias queried curiously.
Joan flushed again. "You don"t know of anything I could do, just now, I suppose?"
He shook his head. "Not at present, I"m afraid."