Dwight laughed. "What did you think it was? And whose disgrace is it, pray?"
"Ninian"s," said Lulu.
"Ninian"s! Well, he"s gone. But you"re here. And I"m here. Folks"ll feel sorry for you. But the disgrace--that"d reflect on me. See?"
"But if we don"t tell, what"ll they think then?"
Said Dwight: "They"ll think what they always think when a wife leaves her husband. They"ll think you couldn"t get along. That"s all."
"I should hate that," said Lulu.
"Well, I should hate the other, let me tell you."
"Dwight, Dwight," said Ina. "Let"s go in the house. I"m afraid they"ll hear--"
As they rose, Mrs. Bett plucked at her returned daughter"s sleeve.
"Lulie," she said, "was his other wife--was she _there_?"
"No, no, mother. She wasn"t there."
Mrs. Bett"s lips moved, repeating the words. "Then that ain"t so bad,"
she said. "I was afraid maybe she turned you out."
"No," Lulu said, "it wasn"t that bad, mother."
Mrs. Bett brightened. In little matters, she quarrelled and resented, but the large issues left her blank.
Through some indeterminate sense of the importance due this crisis, the Deacons entered their parlour. Dwight lighted that high, central burner and faced about, saying:
"In fact, I simply will not have it, Lulu! You expect, I take it, to make your home with us in the future, on the old terms."
"Well--"
"I mean, did Ninian give you any money?"
"No. He didn"t give me any money--only enough to get home on. And I kept my suit--why!" she flung her head back, "I wouldn"t have taken any money!"
"That means," said Dwight, "that you will have to continue to live here--on the old terms, and of course I"m quite willing that you should.
Let me tell you, however, that this is on condition--on condition that this disgraceful business is kept to ourselves."
She made no attempt to combat him now. She looked back at him, quivering, and in a great surprise, but she said nothing.
"Truly, Lulu," said Ina, "wouldn"t that be best? They"ll talk anyway.
But this way they"ll only talk about you, and the other way it"d be about all of us."
Lulu said only: "But the other way would be the truth."
Dwight"s eyes narrowed: "My dear Lulu," he said, "are you _sure_ of that?"
"Sure?"
"Yes. Did he give you any proofs?"
"Proofs?"
"Letters--doc.u.ments of any sort? Any sort of a.s.surance that he was speaking the truth?"
"Why, no," said Lulu. "Proofs--no. He told me."
"He told you!"
"Why, that was hard enough to have to do. It was terrible for him to have to do. What proofs--" She stopped, puzzled.
"Didn"t it occur to you," said Dwight, "that he might have told you that because he didn"t want to have to go on with it?"
As she met his look, some power seemed to go from Lulu. She sat down, looked weakly at them, and within her closed lips her jaw was slightly fallen. She said nothing. And seeing on her skirt a spot of dust she began to rub at that.
"Why, Dwight!" Ina cried, and moved to her sister"s side.
"I may as well tell you," he said, "that I myself have no idea that Ninian told you the truth. He was always imagining things--you saw that. I know him pretty well--have been more or less in touch with him the whole time. In short, I haven"t the least idea he was ever married before."
Lulu continued to rub at her skirt.
"I never thought of that," she said.
"Look here," Dwight went on persuasively, "hadn"t you and he had some little tiff when he told you?"
"No--no! Why, not once. Why, we weren"t a bit like you and Ina."
She spoke simply and from her heart and without guile.
"Evidently not," Dwight said drily.
Lulu went on: "He was very good to me. This dress--and my shoes--and my hat. And another dress, too." She found the pins and took off her hat.
"He liked the red wing," she said. "I wanted black--oh, Dwight! He did tell me the truth!" It was as if the red wing had abruptly borne mute witness.
Dwight"s tone now mounted. His manner, it mounted too.
"Even if it is true," said he, "I desire that you should keep silent and protect my family from this scandal. I merely mention my doubts to you for your own profit."
"My own profit!"
She said no more, but rose and moved to the door.
"Lulu--you see! With Di and all!" Ina begged. "We just couldn"t have this known--even if it was so."
"You have it in your hands," said Dwight, "to repay me, Lulu, for anything that you feel I may have done for you in the past. You also have it in your hands to decide whether your home here continues. That is not a pleasant position for me to find myself in. It is distinctly unpleasant, I may say. But you see for yourself."