"Yes. I"m a sphinx compared with d.i.c.k. I didn"t tell you last night, there was so much else to say, but I had a letter from him, returned to Boston from New York. He a.s.sumed, you know, if I wasn"t in Boston I"d gone to the Seaburys". So he wrote there."
"What"s he want?"
Nan hesitated a moment. Then she said:
"It"s a pretty serious letter, Rookie. I suppose it"s a love-letter."
"Don"t you know?"
"Yes, I suppose I know. But it"s so childish. He"s furious, then he"s almost on his knees begging, and then he goes back to being mad again.
Rookie, he"s so young."
"When it comes to that," said Raven, "you"re young, too. I"ve told you that before."
"Young! Oh! but not that way. I couldn"t beg for anything. I couldn"t cry if I didn"t get it. I don"t know what girls used to do, but we"re different, Rookie, we that have been over there."
"Yes," said Raven, "but you mustn"t let it do too much to you. You mustn"t let it take away your youth."
Nan shook her head.
"Youth isn"t so very valuable," she said, "not that part of it. There"s lots of misery in it, Rookie. Don"t you know there is?"
"Yes," said Raven, "I know." Suddenly he remembered Anne and the bonds she had laid on him. Had he not suffered them, in a dumb way, finding no force within himself to strike them off? Had he been a coward, a dull fellow tied to women"s restraining wills? And he had by no means escaped yet. Wasn"t Anne inexorably by his side now, when he turned for an instant from the problem of Tira, saying noiselessly, this invisible force that was Anne: "What are you going to do about my last wish, my last command? You are thinking about Nan, about that strange woman, about yourself. Think about me." But he deliberately summoned his mind from the accusing vision of her, and turned it to Nan. "Then," he said, "there doesn"t seem to be much hope for d.i.c.k, poor chap!"
"Doesn"t there?" she inquired, a certain indignant pa.s.sion in her voice.
"Anyway, there"s no hope for me. I"d like to marry d.i.c.k. I"d like to feel perfectly crazy to marry him. He won"t write his poetry always.
That"s to the good, anyhow. If I don"t marry him I shall be a miserable old thing, more and more positive, more and more like all the women of the family, the ones that didn"t marry"--and they both knew Aunt Anne was in her mind--"drying rose leaves and hunting up genealogical trash."
"But, my own child," said Raven in a surge of pity for her, as if some clearest lens had suddenly brought her nearer him, "you don"t have to marry d.i.c.k to get away from that. You"ll simply marry somebody else."
"No," said Nan, "you know I sha"n"t."
"Then," said Raven, "there is somebody else."
She shook her head.
"I"m an odd number, Rookie," she said, with a bitterness he found foreign to her. "All those old stories of kindred souls may be true, but they"re not true for me."
"You have probably," said Raven, a sharp light now on her, bringing out the curves and angles of her positive mind, "you have done some perverse thing to send him off, and you won"t move a finger to bring him back."
Nan laughed. She was no longer bitter. This was the child he knew.
"Rookie," she said, "you are nearer an absolute fool than any human being I ever saw. If I wanted a man back, it"s likely I could get him.
Most of us can. But do you think I would?"
"Then you"re proud, sillykins."
"I"m not proud," said Nan--and yet proudly. "If I loved anybody, I"d let him walk over me. That"s what Charlotte would say. Can"t you hear her?
It isn"t for my sake. It"s for his. Do you think I"d bamboozle him and half beckon and half persuade, the way women do, and trap him into the great enchantment? It is an enchantment. You know it is. But I"d rather he"d keep his grip on things--on himself--and walk away from me, if that"s where it took him. I"d rather he"d walk straight off to somebody else, and break his heart, if it came that way."
"Good Lord, Nan," said Raven, "where do you get such thoughts?"
"Get them?" she repeated. "I got them from you first. You"ve been a slave all your life. Don"t you know you have? Don"t you know you had cobwebs spun round you, round and round, till she had you tight, hand and foot, not hers but so you couldn"t walk off to anybody else? And even now, after her death----"
"Stop," said Raven. "That"s enough, Nan."
Again Anne Hamilton was beside them on the wintry road, and they were hurting her inexpressibly.
"That"s it," said Nan. "You"re afraid she"ll hear."
"If I am," said Raven, "it"s not----" There he stopped.
"No," said Nan. She had relented. Her eyes were soft. "You"re not afraid of her. But you are afraid of hurting her. And even that"s weak, Rookie--in a man. Don"t be so pitiful. Leave it to the women."
Raven laughed a little now. Again she seemed a child, crying after the swashbuckling hero modern man has put into the discard, where apparently he has to stay, except now and then when he ventures out and struts a little. But it avails him nothing. Somebody laughs, and back he has to go.
"I am pretty stupid," he said. "But never mind about an old stager like me. Don"t be afraid of showing him--the man, I mean--all your charm.
Don"t be afraid of going to his head. You"ve got enough to justify every possible hope you could hold out to him. You"re the loveliest--Nan, you"re the loveliest thing I ever saw."
"The loveliest?" said Nan, again recklessly. "Lovelier than Tira?"
For an instant she struck him dumb. Was Tira so lovely? To him certainly she had a beauty almost inexpressible. But was it really inherent in her? Or was it something in the veil he found about her, that haze of hopeless suffering?
"Do you think she"s beautiful?"
His voice was keen; curiosity had thinned it to an edge. Nan answered it with exactness.
"I think she"s the most beautiful thing I ever saw. She doesn"t know it.
If she did, she"d probably wave her hair and put on strange chiffons, what Charlotte calls dewdads. She"d have to be the cleverest woman on earth to resist them. And because she"s probably never been an inch out of this country neighborhood, she"d rig herself up--Charlotte again!--in the things the girls like round here. But she either doesn"t know her power or she doesn"t care."
"I"m inclined to think," said Raven slowly, "she never has looked at herself in that way. It has brought her things she doesn"t want, things that made her suffer. And she"s worked so hard trying to manage the whole business--life and her sufferings--she hasn"t had time to lay much stress on her looks."
"It"s all so strange," said Nan, as if the barriers were down and she wanted to indicate something hardly clear to herself. "You see, she isn"t merely beautiful. Most of us look like what we are. We"re rather nice looking, like me, or we"re plain. But she "takes back," as Charlotte would say. She reminds you of things, pictures, and music, and dead queens--isn"t there a verse about "queens that died young and fair"?--and--O heavens, Rookie! I can"t say it--but all the old hungers and happinesses, the whole business."
"I wonder," said Raven impetuously, "if you think she"s got any mind at all. Or whether it"s nothing but line and color?"
Nan shook her head.
"She"s got something better than a mind. She has a faithful heart. And if a man--a man I cared about--got bewitched by her, I"d tell him to s.n.a.t.c.h her up and run off with her, and even if he found she was hollow inside, he"d have had a minute worth living for, and he could take his punishment and say "twas none too much."
"You"d tell him!" Raven suggested, smiling at her heat and yet moved by it. "You weren"t going to fetter your man by telling him anything."
"No," said Nan, returned to her composure, which was of a careless sort, "I shouldn"t, really. I"d hope though. I"d allow myself to hope he"d s.n.a.t.c.h her away from that queer devil"s darning needle she"s married to, and buy her a divorce and marry her."
"You would, indeed! Then you don"t know love, my Nan, for you don"t know jealousy. And with a mystery woman like that, wouldn"t the man be forever wondering what"s behind that smile of hers? Tenney wonders. It isn"t that flashy fellow at the prayer-meeting that makes him wonder.
It"s the woman herself. Yet she"s simplicity itself--she"s truth--but no, Nan, you don"t know jealousy."
"Don"t I?" said Nan, unperturbed. "You"re mighty clever, aren"t you, Rookie? But I tell you again I"d rather leave my man to live his life as he wants it than live it with him. Now"--she threw off the moment as if she had permanently done with it--"now, I went to see her this morning."