"Bobby," she said, "you hate a lie. But what else could I do?"
He could not see her, could see only the little moon of her face, blurring.
"And anyhow," said Di, "it wasn"t a lie. We _didn"t_ elope, did we?"
"What do you think I came for to-night?" asked Bobby.
The day had aged him; he spoke like a man. His very voice came gruffly.
But she saw nothing, softened to him, yielded, was ready to take his regret that they had not gone on.
"Well, I came for one thing," said Bobby, "to tell you that I couldn"t stand for your wanting me to lie to-day. Why, Di--I hate a lie. And now to-night--" He spoke his code almost beautifully. "I"d rather," he said, "they had never let us see each other again than to lose you the way I"ve lost you now."
"Bobby!"
"It"s true. We mustn"t talk about it."
"Bobby! I"ll go back and tell them all."
"You can"t go back," said Bobby. "Not out of a thing like that."
She stood staring after him. She heard some one coming and she turned toward the house, and met Cornish leaving.
"Miss Di," he cried, "if you"re going to elope with anybody, remember it"s with me!"
Her defence was ready--her laughter rang out so that the departing Bobby might hear.
She came back to the steps and mounted slowly in the lamplight, a little white thing with whom birth had taken exquisite pains.
"If," she said, "if you have any fear that I may ever elope with Bobby Larkin, let it rest. I shall never marry him if he asks me fifty times a day."
"Really, darling?" cried Ina.
"Really and truly," said Di, "and he knows it, too."
Lulu listened and read all.
"I wondered," said Ina pensively, "I wondered if you wouldn"t see that Bobby isn"t much beside that nice Mr. Cornish!"
When Di had gone upstairs, Ina said to Lulu in a manner of cajoling confidence:
"Sister----" she rarely called her that, "_why_ did you and Di have the black bag?"
So that after all it was a relief to Lulu to hear Dwight ask casually: "By the way, Lulu, haven"t I got some mail somewhere about?"
"There are two letters on the parlour table," Lulu answered. To Ina she added: "Let"s go in the parlour."
As they pa.s.sed through the hall, Mrs. Bett was going up the stairs to bed--when she mounted stairs she stooped her shoulders, bunched her extremities, and bent her head. Lulu looked after her, as if she were half minded to claim the protection so long lost.
Dwight lighted the gas. "Better turn down the gas jest a little," said he, tirelessly.
Lulu handed him the two letters. He saw Ninian"s writing and looked up, said "A-ha!" and held it while he leisurely read the advertis.e.m.e.nt of dental furniture, his Ina reading over his shoulder. "A-ha!" he said again, and with designed deliberation turned to Ninian"s letter. "An epistle from my dear brother Ninian." The words failed, as he saw the unsealed flap.
"You opened the letter?" he inquired incredulously. Fortunately he had no climaxes of furious calm for high occasions. All had been used on small occasions. "You opened the letter" came in a tone of no deeper horror than "You picked the flower"--once put to Lulu.
She said nothing. As it is impossible to continue looking indignantly at some one who is not looking at you, Dwight turned to Ina, who was horror and sympathy, a nice half and half.
"Your sister has been opening my mail," he said.
"But, Dwight, if it"s from Ninian--"
"It is _my_ mail," he reminded her. "She had asked me if she might open it. Of course I told her no."
"Well," said Ina practically, "what does he say?"
"I shall open the letter in my own time. My present concern is this disregard of my wishes." His self-control was perfect, ridiculous, devilish. He was self-controlled because thus he could be more effectively cruel than in temper. "What excuse have you to offer?"
Lulu was not looking at him. "None," she said--not defiantly, or ingratiatingly, or fearfully. Merely, "None."
"Why did you do it?"
She smiled faintly and shook her head.
"Dwight," said Ina, reasonably, "she knows what"s in it and we don"t.
Hurry up."
"She is," said Dwight, after a pause, "an ungrateful woman."
He opened the letter, saw the clipping, the avowal, with its facts.
"A-ha!" said he. "So after having been absent with my brother for a month, you find that you were _not_ married to him."
Lulu spoke her exceeding triumph.
"You see, Dwight," she said, "he told the truth. He had another wife. He didn"t just leave me."
Dwight instantly cried: "But this seems to me to make you considerably worse off than if he had."
"Oh, no," Lulu said serenely. "No. Why," she said, "you know how it all came about. He--he was used to thinking of his wife as dead. If he hadn"t--hadn"t liked me, he wouldn"t have told me. You see that, don"t you?"
Dwight laughed. "That your apology?" he asked.
She said nothing.
"Look here, Lulu," he went on, "this is a bad business. The less you say about it the better, for all our sakes--_you_ see that, don"t you?"
"See that? Why, no. I wanted you to write to him so I could tell the truth. You said I mustn"t tell the truth till I had the proofs ..."
"Tell who?"