"That was an accident, Grace. The boy took the chance when he engaged to drive the car. I"m sorry, of course. I dream of the little devil sometimes, lying there. I"ll tell you what I"ll do," he added magnanimously. "I"ll stop in and talk to Wilson. He ought to have done something before this."
"The boy"s not strong enough yet. I don"t think you can do anything for him, unless--"
The monstrous injustice of the thing overcame her. Palmer and she walking about, and the boy lying on his hot bed! She choked.
"Well?"
"He worries about his mother. If you could give her some money, it would help."
"Money! Good Heavens--I owe everybody."
"You owe him too, don"t you? He"ll never walk again."
"I can"t give them ten dollars. I don"t see that I"m under any obligation, anyhow. I paid his board for two months in the hospital."
When she did not acknowledge this generosity,--amounting to forty-eight dollars,--his irritation grew. Her silence was an accusation. Her manner galled him, into the bargain. She was too calm in his presence, too cold. Where she had once palpitated visibly under his warm gaze, she was now self-possessed and quiet. Where it had pleased his pride to think that he had given her up, he found that the shoe was on the other foot.
At the entrance to a side street she stopped.
"I turn off here."
"May I come and see you sometime?"
"No, please."
"That"s flat, is it?"
"It is, Palmer."
He swung around savagely and left her.
The next day he drew the thousand dollars from the bank. A good many of his debts he wanted to pay in cash; there was no use putting checks through, with incriminating indors.e.m.e.nts. Also, he liked the idea of carrying a roll of money around. The big fellows at the clubs always had a wad and peeled off bills like skin off an onion. He took a couple of drinks to celebrate his approaching immunity from debt.
He played auction bridge that afternoon in a private room at one of the hotels with the three men he had lunched with. Luck seemed to be with him. He won eighty dollars, and thrust it loose in his trousers pocket.
Money seemed to bring money! If he could carry the thousand around for a day or so, something pretty good might come of it.
He had been drinking a little all afternoon. When the game was over, he bought drinks to celebrate his victory. The losers treated, too, to show they were no pikers. Palmer was in high spirits. He offered to put up the eighty and throw for it. The losers mentioned dinner and various engagements.
Palmer did not want to go home. Christine would greet him with raised eyebrows. They would eat a stuffy Lorenz dinner, and in the evening Christine would sit in the lamplight and drive him mad with soft music.
He wanted lights, noise, the smiles of women. Luck was with him, and he wanted to be happy.
At nine o"clock that night he found Grace. She had moved to a cheap apartment which she shared with two other girls from the store. The others were out. It was his lucky day, surely.
His drunkenness was of the mind, mostly. His muscles were well controlled. The lines from his nose to the corners of his mouth were slightly accentuated, his eyes open a trifle wider than usual. That and a slight paleness of the nostrils were the only evidences of his condition. But Grace knew the signs.
"You can"t come in."
"Of course I"m coming in."
She retreated before him, her eyes watchful. Men in his condition were apt to be as quick with a blow as with a caress. But, having gained his point, he was amiable.
"Get your things on and come out. We can take in a roof-garden."
"I"ve told you I"m not doing that sort of thing."
He was ugly in a flash.
"You"ve got somebody else on the string."
"Honestly, no. There--there has never been anybody else, Palmer."
He caught her suddenly and jerked her toward him.
"You let me hear of anybody else, and I"ll cut the guts out of him!"
He held her for a second, his face black and fierce. Then, slowly and inevitably, he drew her into his arms. He was drunk, and she knew it.
But, in the queer loyalty of her cla.s.s, he was the only man she had cared for. She cared now. She took him for that moment, felt his hot kisses on her mouth, her throat, submitted while his rather brutal hands bruised her arms in fierce caresses. Then she put him from her resolutely.
"Now you"re going."
"The h.e.l.l I"m going!"
But he was less steady than he had been. The heat of the little flat brought more blood to his head. He wavered as he stood just inside the door.
"You must go back to your wife."
"She doesn"t want me. She"s in love with a fellow at the house."
"Palmer, hush!"
"Lemme come in and sit down, won"t you?"
She let him pa.s.s her into the sitting-room. He dropped into a chair.
"You"ve turned me down, and now Christine--she thinks I don"t know. I"m no fool; I see a lot of things. I"m no good. I know that I"ve made her miserable. But I made a merry little h.e.l.l for you too, and you don"t kick about it."
"You know that."
She was watching him gravely. She had never seen him just like this.
Nothing else, perhaps, could have shown her so well what a broken reed he was.
"I got you in wrong. You were a good girl before I knew you. You"re a good girl now. I"m not going to do you any harm, I swear it. I only wanted to take you out for a good time. I"ve got money. Look here!" He drew out the roll of bills and showed it to her. Her eyes opened wide.
She had never known him to have much money.
"Lots more where that comes from."
A new look flashed into her eyes, not cupidity, but purpose.
She was instantly cunning.