"Christine! Oh, I am sure you"re wrong. He"s devoted to you. I don"t believe it!"
"Believe it or not," said Christine doggedly, "that"s exactly what has happened. I got something out of that little rat of a Rosenfeld boy, and the rest I know because I know Palmer. He"s out with her to-night."
The hospital had taught Sidney one thing: that it took many people to make a world, and that out of these some were inevitably vicious. But vice had remained for her a clear abstraction. There were such people, and because one was in the world for service one cared for them. Even the Saviour had been kind to the woman of the streets.
But here abruptly Sidney found the great injustice of the world--that because of this vice the good suffer more than the wicked. Her young spirit rose in hot rebellion.
"It isn"t fair!" she cried. "It makes me hate all the men in the world.
Palmer cares for you, and yet he can do a thing like this!"
Christine was pacing nervously up and down the room. Mere companionship had soothed her. She was now, on the surface at least, less excited than Sidney.
"They are not all like Palmer, thank Heaven," she said. "There are decent men. My father is one, and your K., here in the house, is another."
At four o"clock in the morning Palmer Howe came home. Christine met him in the lower hall. He was rather pale, but entirely sober. She confronted him in her straight white gown and waited for him to speak.
"I am sorry to be so late, Chris," he said. "The fact is, I am all in. I was driving the car out Seven Mile Run. We blew out a tire and the thing turned over."
Christine noticed then that his right arm was hanging inert by his side.
CHAPTER XVI
Young Howe had been firmly resolved to give up all his bachelor habits with his wedding day. In his indolent, rather selfish way, he was much in love with his wife.
But with the inevitable misunderstandings of the first months of marriage had come a desire to be appreciated once again at his face value. Grace had taken him, not for what he was, but for what he seemed to be. With Christine the veil was rent. She knew him now--all his small indolences, his affectations, his weaknesses. Later on, like other women since the world began, she would learn to dissemble, to affect to believe him what he was not.
Grace had learned this lesson long ago. It was the ABC of her knowledge.
And so, back to Grace six weeks after his wedding day came Palmer Howe, not with a suggestion to renew the old relationship, but for comradeship.
Christine sulked--he wanted good cheer; Christine was intolerant--he wanted tolerance; she disapproved of him and showed her disapproval--he wanted approval. He wanted life to be comfortable and cheerful, without recriminations, a little work and much play, a drink when one was thirsty. Distorted though it was, and founded on a wrong basis, perhaps, deep in his heart Palmer"s only longing was for happiness; but this happiness must be of an active sort--not content, which is pa.s.sive, but enjoyment.
"Come on out," he said. "I"ve got a car now. No taxi working its head off for us. Just a little run over the country roads, eh?"
It was the afternoon of the day before Christine"s night visit to Sidney. The office had been closed, owing to a death, and Palmer was in possession of a holiday.
"Come on," he coaxed. "We"ll go out to the Climbing Rose and have supper."
"I don"t want to go."
"That"s not true, Grace, and you know it."
"You and I are through."
"It"s your doing, not mine. The roads are frozen hard; an hour"s run into the country will bring your color back."
"Much you care about that. Go and ride with your wife," said the girl, and flung away from him.
The last few weeks had filled out her thin figure, but she still bore traces of her illness. Her short hair was curled over her head. She looked curiously boyish, almost s.e.xless.
Because she saw him wince when she mentioned Christine, her ill temper increased. She showed her teeth.
"You get out of here," she said suddenly. "I didn"t ask you to come back. I don"t want you."
"Good Heavens, Grace! You always knew I would have to marry some day."
"I was sick; I nearly died. I didn"t hear any reports of you hanging around the hospital to learn how I was getting along."
He laughed rather sheepishly.
"I had to be careful. You know that as well as I do. I know half the staff there. Besides, one of--" He hesitated over his wife"s name. "A girl I know very well was in the training-school. There would have been the devil to pay if I"d as much as called up."
"You never told me you were going to get married."
Cornered, he slipped an arm around her. But she shook him off.
"I meant to tell you, honey; but you got sick. Anyhow, I--I hated to tell you, honey."
He had furnished the flat for her. There was a comfortable feeling of coming home about going there again. And, now that the worst minute of their meeting was over, he was visibly happier. But Grace continued to stand eyeing him somberly.
"I"ve got something to tell you," she said. "Don"t have a fit, and don"t laugh. If you do, I"ll--I"ll jump out of the window. I"ve got a place in a store. I"m going to be straight, Palmer."
"Good for you!"
He meant it. She was a nice girl and he was fond of her. The other was a dog"s life. And he was not unselfish about it. She could not belong to him. He did not want her to belong to any one else.
"One of the nurses in the hospital, a Miss Page, has got me something to do at Lipton and Homburg"s. I am going on for the January white sale. If I make good they will keep me."
He had put her aside without a qualm; and now he met her announcement with approval. He meant to let her alone. They would have a holiday together, and then they would say good-bye. And she had not fooled him.
She still cared. He was getting off well, all things considered. She might have raised a row.
"Good work!" he said. "You"ll be a lot happier. But that isn"t any reason why we shouldn"t be friends, is it? Just friends; I mean that.
I would like to feel that I can stop in now and then and say how do you do."
"I promised Miss Page."
"Never mind Miss Page."
The mention of Sidney"s name brought up in his mind Christine as he had left her that morning. He scowled. Things were not going well at home.
There was something wrong with Christine. She used to be a good sport, but she had never been the same since the day of the wedding. He thought her att.i.tude toward him was one of suspicion. It made him uncomfortable.
But any attempt on his part to fathom it only met with cold silence.
That had been her att.i.tude that morning.
"I"ll tell you what we"ll do," he said. "We won"t go to any of the old places. I"ve found a new roadhouse in the country that"s respectable enough to suit anybody. We"ll go out to Schwitter"s and get some dinner.
I"ll promise to get you back early. How"s that?"