"A civil wedding? Oh, well--" Ninian dismissed it.
"But I," said Dwight, "happen to be a magistrate."
They looked at one another foolishly. Dwight sprang up with the indeterminate idea of inquiring something of some one, circled about and returned. Ina had taken his chair and sat clasping Lulu"s hand. Ninian continued to laugh.
"I never saw one done so offhand," said Dwight. "But what you"ve said is all you have to say according to law. And there don"t have to be witnesses ... say!" he said, and sat down again.
Above that shroud-like plaited lace, the veins of Lulu"s throat showed dark as she Swallowed, cleared her throat, swallowed again.
"Don"t you let Dwight scare you," she besought Ninian.
"Scare me!" cried Ninian. "Why, I think it"s a good job done, if you ask me."
Lulu"s eyes flew to his face. As he laughed, he was looking at her, and now he nodded and shut and opened his eyes several times very fast.
Their points of light flickered. With a pang of wonder which pierced her and left her shaken, Lulu looked. His eyes continued to meet her own. It was exactly like looking at his photograph.
Dwight had recovered his authentic air.
"Oh, well," he said, "we can inquire at our leisure. If it is necessary, I should say we can have it set aside quietly up here in the city--no one"ll be the wiser."
"Set aside nothing!" said Ninian. "I"d like to see it stand."
"Are you serious, Nin?"
"Sure I"m serious."
Ina jerked gently at her sister"s arm.
"Lulu! You hear him? What you going to say to that?"
Lulu shook her head. "He isn"t in earnest," she said.
"I am in earnest--hope to die," Ninian declared. He was on two legs of his chair and was slightly tilting, so that the effect of his earnestness was impaired. But he was obviously in earnest.
They were looking at Lulu again. And now she looked at Ninian, and there was something terrible in that look which tried to ask him, alone, about this thing.
Dwight exploded. "There was a fellow I know there in the theatre," he cried. "I"ll get him on the line. He could tell me if there"s any way--"
and was off.
Ina inexplicably began touching away tears. "Oh," she said, "what will mamma say?"
Lulu hardly heard her. Mrs. Bett was incalculably distant.
"You sure?" Lulu said low to Ninian.
For the first time, something in her exceeding isolation really touched him.
"Say," he said, "you come on with me. We"ll have it done over again somewhere, if you say so."
"Oh," said Lulu, "if I thought--"
He leaned and patted her hand.
"Good girl," he said.
They sat silent, Ninian padding on the cloth with the flat of his plump hands.
Dwight returned. "It"s a go all right," he said. He sat down, laughed weakly, rubbed at his face. "You two are tied as tight as the church could tie you."
"Good enough," said Ninian. "Eh, Lulu?"
"It"s--it"s all right, I guess," Lulu said.
"Well, I"ll be dished," said Dwight.
"Sister!" said Ina.
Ninian meditated, his lips set tight and high. It is impossible to trace the processes of this man. Perhaps they were all compact of the devil-may-care att.i.tude engendered in any persistent traveller. Perhaps the incomparable cookery of Lulu played its part.
"I was going to make a trip south this month," he said, "on my way home from here. Suppose we get married again by somebody or other, and start right off. You"d like that, wouldn"t you--going South?"
"Yes," said Lulu only.
"It"s July," said Ina, with her sense of fitness, but no one heard.
It was arranged that their trunks should follow them--Ina would see to that, though she was scandalised that they were not first to return to Warbleton for the blessing of Mrs. Bett.
"Mamma won"t mind," said Lulu. "Mamma can"t stand a fuss any more."
They left the table. The men and women still sitting at the other tables saw nothing unusual about these four, indifferently dressed, indifferently conditioned. The hotel orchestra, playing ragtime in deafening concord, made Lulu"s wedding march.
It was still early next day--a hot Sunday--when Ina and Dwight reached home. Mrs. Bett was standing on the porch.
"Where"s Lulie?" asked Mrs. Bett.
They told.
Mrs. Bett took it in, a bit at a time. Her pale eyes searched their faces, she shook her head, heard it again, grasped it. Her first question was:
"Who"s going to do your work?"
Ina had thought of that, and this was manifest.
"Oh," she said, "you and I"ll have to manage."
Mrs. Bett meditated, frowning.