"You are the shepherd. Your work is the sheep--Eve is the girl. Your work will always be more to you than the woman. Dad"s work isn"t. He never forgets mother for a minute."
"And you think that I"ll forget Eve?"
"Yes. And she"ll hate that."
There was a spark in his eye.
"I think that we won"t discuss Eve, Marie-Louise."
"Then I"ll discuss her in a poem. Lend me a pencil, please."
He gave her the pencil and a prescription pad, and she set to work. She read s.n.a.t.c.hes to him as she progressed. It was remarkably clever, with a constantly recurring refrain.
"_Let me watch my sheep," said the lover, "my sheep on the hills._"
The verses went on to relate that the girl, finding her shepherd dilatory, turned her attention to another swain, and at last she flouts the shepherd.
"_Go watch your sheep, laggard lover, your sheep on the hills._"
She laid the verses aside as Tony and Win joined them.
"Three rubbers, and Pip and Eve are ahead."
"Isn"t Eve coming?"
"She said she was coming up soon."
But she did not come, and Pip did not come. Marie-Louise, with a great rug spread over her, slept in her chair. Dutton Ames read aloud to his wife. Richard rose and went to look for Eve.
There was a little room which Pip called "The Skipper"s own." It was furnished in a man"s way as a den, with green leather and carved oak and plenty of books. Its windows gave a forward view of sky and water.
It was here that the four of them had been playing auction. Eve was now shuffling the cards for Solitaire.
Pip, watching her, caught suddenly at her left hand. "Why didn"t Brooks give you a better ring?"
"I like my ring. Let go of my hand, Pip."
"I won"t. What"s the matter with the man that he should dare dream of tying you down to what he can give you? It seems to me that he lacks pride."
"He doesn"t lack anything. Let go of my hand, Pip."
But he still held it. "How he could have the courage to ask--until he had made a name for himself."
She blazed. "He didn"t ask. I asked him, Pip. I cared enough for that."
He dropped her hand as if it had stung him. "You cared--as much as that?"
She faced him bravely. "As much as that--it pleased me to say what it was my right to say."
"Oh! It was the queen, then, and the--beggar man. _Eve_, come back."
She was at the door, but she turned. "I"ll come back if you will beg my pardon. Richard is not a beggar, and I am not the queen. How hateful you are, Pip."
"I won"t beg your pardon. And let"s have this out right now, Eve."
"Have what out?"
"Sit down, and I"ll tell you."
Once more they were seated with the table between them. Pip"s back was to the window, but Eve faced the broad expanse of sky and sea. A faint pink flush was on the waters: a silver star hung at the edge of a crescent moon. There was no sound but the purr of machinery and the mewing of gulls in the distance.
Eve was in pink--a straight linen frock with a low white collar. It gave her an air of simplicity quite unlike her usual elegance. Pip feasted his eyes on her.
"You"ve got to face it. Brooks doesn"t care."
"He does care."
"He didn"t care enough to come down last night when you were afraid--and wanted him. And you turned to me, just for one little minute, Eve. Do you think I shall ever forget the thrill of the thought that you turned to me?"
She was staring straight out at the little moon. "Marie-Louise was his patient--he had to stay with her."
"You are saying that to me, but in your heart you know you are resenting the fact that he didn"t come when you called. Aren"t you, Eve? Aren"t you resenting it?"
She told him the truth. "Yes. But I know that when I am his wife, I shall have to let him think about his patients. I ought to be big enough for that."
"You are big enough for anything. But you are not always going to be content with crumbs from the king"s table. And that"s what you are getting from Brooks. And I have a feast ready. Eve, can"t you see that I would give, give, give, and he will take, take, take? Eve, can"t you see?"
She did see, and for the moment she was swayed by the force of his pa.s.sionate eloquence.
She leaned toward him a little. "Pip, dear, I wish--sometimes--that it might have been--you."
It needed only this. He swept the card table aside with his strong arms.
He was on his knees begging for love, for life. Her hair swept his cheek.
The little moon shone clear in the quiet sky. There was not much light, but there was enough for a man standing in the door to see two dark figures outlined against the silver s.p.a.ce beyond.
And Richard was standing in the door!
Eve saw him first. "Go away, Pip," she said, and stood up. "I--I think I can make him understand."
When they were alone she said to Richard in a strained voice, "It was my fault, d.i.c.ky."
"Do you mean that you--let him, Eve?"
"No. But I let him talk about his love for me--and--and--he cares very much."
"He knows that you are engaged to me."