He turned, with a shout of laughter. "You witch!" he cried, and returning to his wife laid a hand on either richly colouring cheek, gently forcing her face upward, so that he could look directly into it. "You meant it, all the while!"
"Don"t be too sure of that. If this room looks like me, the one downstairs certainly looks like you. I don"t want to take you out of your proper environment."
"My environment!" he repeated, and laughed. "What is it, now, do you think? Not bachelor apartments, still?"
But she persisted, gently. "Keep the downstairs room, dear, just as it is. Don"t make it a public room, except for necessity. Sometimes you"ll be glad to take refuge there, just as you"re used to doing. Leave those three pictures on your walls, and look at them often, as you"ve always done. And be sure of this, Red: I shall never be hurt when you show me that you want to fight something out alone, there. It must be your own and private place, just as if I hadn"t come."
Sober now, he stood looking straight down into her eyes, which gave him back his look as straightly. After a minute he spoke with feeling:
"Thank you, dearest. And bless you for understanding so well. At the same time I"m confident you understand one thing more: That by leaving a man his liberty you surely hold him tightest!"
CHAPTER III
BURNS DOES HIS DUTY
"Excuse me for coming in on you at breakfast," Martha Macauley, Ellen"s sister and next-door neighbour, apologized, one morning in late May. "But I wanted to catch Red before he got away, and I saw, for a wonder, that there was no vehicle before the door."
"Come in, come in," urged Burns, while Ellen smiled a greeting at her sister, a round-faced, fair-haired, energetic young woman, as different as possible from Ellen"s own type. "Have a chair." He rose to get it for her, napkin in hand. "Will you sit down and try one of Cynthia"s magnificent m.u.f.fins?"
"No, thank you. And I"ll plunge into my errand, for I know at any minute you may jump up and run away. You may, anyway, when you hear what I want!
Promise me, Red, that you won"t go until you"ve heard me out."
"What a reputation I have for speed at escape!" But Burns glanced at his watch as he spoke. "Fire away, Martha. Five minutes you shall have--and I"m afraid no more. I"m due at the hospital in half an hour."
"Well, I want to give a reception for you." Martha took the plunge. "I know you hate them, but Ellen doesn"t,--at least, she knows such things are necessary, no matter how much you may wish they weren"t. I don"t mean a formal reception, of course. I know how you both feel about trying to ape city society customs, in a little suburban village like this. But I do think, since you had such a quiet wedding, you ought to give people a chance to come in and greet you, as a newly married pair."
Burns"s eyes met his wife"s across the table. There was a comical look of dismay in his face. "I thought," said he, "you and I agreed to cut out all that sort of thing. As for being a newly married pair--we aren"t.
We"ve been married since the beginning of time. I can"t conceive of existence apart from Mrs. Redfield Pepper Burns, nor recall any period of my life when she wasn"t a part of it."
"You"ve been married just seven weeks and three days, however," retorted his sister-in-law, with a touch of impatience, though she smiled, "and not a quarter of the people in town have ever met Ellen. You"ll find that it"s not the same, now that you"re married. They won"t flock to your office, just out of admiration for you, unless you show them some attention."
Burns chuckled. "Won"t they? By George, I wish they wouldn"t! Then I could find time to spend an uninterrupted hour with my wife, at least once a day."
"Do be reasonable, Red. Ellen, will you make him see it"s a very simple thing I"m asking of him? Just to stand by you and shake hands for a couple of hours. Then he can go out and stand on his head on the lawn, if he wants to."
"To relieve the tension?" her victim suggested. "That"s an excellent idea--real compensation. But as the blood will be all at the top, anyway, after two hours" effort at being agreeable, saying the same idiotic things over and over, and grinning steadily all the time, I think I"d prefer soaking my head under a pump."
"Do what pleases you, if you"ll only let me have my way."
Burns looked at Ellen again. "What do you say, dear? Must these things be? Do you want to be "received"?"
"Martha has set her heart on it," said she, gently, "and it"s very dear of her to want to take the trouble. She promises really to make it very informal."
"Informal! I wish I knew what that word meant. Don"t I have to wear my spike-tail?"
"I"m afraid you do--since Martha wants it in the evening. The men in a place like this are not available for afternoon affairs."
"If I must dress, then I don"t see what there is informal about it,"
argued her husband, with another glance at his watch. "My idea of informality is not a white necktie and pumps. But I suppose I"ll have to submit."
He came around the table, and Ellen rose to receive his parting kiss.
With his arm about her shoulder, and his chin--that particularly resolute chin--touching her hair, he looked at Martha. "Go on with your abominable society stunt," said he. "I"ll agree to be there--if I can."
His eyes sparkled with mischief, as Martha jumped up, crying anxiously:
"Oh, that"s just it, Red! You _must_ be there! We can"t have any excuses of operations or desperately sick patients. We never yet had you at so much as a family dinner that you didn"t get up and go away, or else weren"t even there at all. Even your wedding had to be postponed three hours. That won"t do at this kind of an affair. Ellen can"t be a bridal pair, all by herself!"
"Can"t she?" His arm tightened about his wife"s shoulders. "Well, I"ll tell you what I"ll do. If I have to leave suddenly I"ll take her with me.
That"ll make it all right and comfortable. If you and Jim will retire too, the company can have a glorious time talking us over."
He stooped, whispered something in Ellen"s ear, laughing as he did so, then kissed her, nodded at Martha, and departed. From the other side of the closed door came back to them a gay, whistled strain from a popular Irish song.
"He"s just as hopeless as ever," Martha complained. "I thought you would have begun to have some effect on him, by this time. The trouble is, he"s been a bachelor so long and has got into such careless notions of having his own way about everything, you"re going to have a bad time getting him just to behave like an ordinary human being."
"What an outlook!" Ellen laughed, coming over to her sister, and stopping on the way to help little Bob insert a refractory napkin in its silver ring. "Perhaps I"d better not waste much time trying to make him over. He really suits me pretty well, as he is,--and it doesn"t strike me he"s so different from the average man, when it comes to receptions. Is Jim enthusiastic over this one?"
"Oh, Jim isn"t making any fuss about it," evaded Martha. "He"ll be good and amiable, when the time comes. Of course, any man likes better just having a group of men smoking round the fire, or sitting down to a stag dinner, but Jim understands the necessity of doing some things just because they"re expected. I really think that having a perfectly informal affair of this sort is letting them off easily. They might have had to stand a series of "At Homes.""
"Not in this little place. Everybody would have come to the first one, and there would have been n.o.body left for the rest. As it is, you will have a houseful, won"t you? It"s lovely of you to do it, Martha dear, and Red and I will be good, and stand in line as long as you want us."
"And you won"t let him get away?"
"He won"t try,--though if an urgent call comes, it"s not I who can keep him. But don"t worry about that. It doesn"t always happen, I suppose."
"Pretty nearly always. But I"ll hope for the best."
Mrs. Macauley went away with her head full of plans for the success of the affair she was so sure ought to take place. It was difficult for her to understand how Ellen, who had known so much of the best social life in a city where there is no end to the round of formal entertaining, could be now as indifferent as Martha understood she really was to all experience of the sort. It was a.s.sociation with Redfield Pepper Burns which had done it, Martha supposed. But was he to do all the influencing, and Ellen to do none? It looked like it--to Martha.
Left alone with Bob, Ellen made him ready for the little village kindergarten which he had lately begun to attend. Before he went he put up both arms, and she bent to him.
"I"m going to be a pretty good boy to-day, Aunt Ellen," said he. "I promised Uncle Red I would. But I don"t like to skip in the circle with girls. Why need I?"
"Would you rather skip with boys, dear?"
"Lots rather. But the girls keep asking me. Why do they, when I don"t ask them?"
Ellen smiled down into the questioning little face, its dark eyes looking seriously up into hers through long and curly lashes. Bob was undoubtedly a handsome little lad, and the reason why the girls--discerning small creatures, true to their femininity--should be persistent in inviting him to be their partner was obvious enough.
"Because that"s part of the skipping game, Bobby. I"d ask the girls sometimes--and, do you know, I think it would be fine to ask some of the little girls whom the other boys don"t ask. Do you know any?"
Bob considered. "I guess I do. But why do I have to ask them?"
"Because they"re not having as much fun as the others. You wouldn"t like never to be asked by anybody, would you?"