Septimus explained that as a Master of Arts of the University of Cambridge he had a right to play marbles on the Senate House steps, a privilege denied by statute to persons _in statu pupillari_, but that he would be locked up as a lunatic if he insisted on exercising it.
After a pause Emmy looked at him, and said with sudden tragicality:
"I"m not a horrible, hateful worry to you, Septimus?"
"Lord, no," said Septimus.
"You don"t wish you had never set eyes on me?"
"My dear girl!" said Septimus.
"And you wouldn"t rather go on living quietly at Nunsmere and not bother about me any more? Do tell me the truth."
Septimus"s hand went to his hair. He was unversed in the ways of women.
"I thought all that was settled long ago," he said. "I"m such a useless creature. You give me something to think about, and the boy, and his education, and his teeth. And he"ll have whooping cough and measles and breeches and things, and it will be frightfully interesting."
Emmy, elbow on table and chin in hand, smiled at him with a touch of audacity in her forget-me-not eyes.
"I believe you"re more interested in the boy than you are in me."
Septimus reddened and stammered, unable, as usual, to express his feelings.
He kept to the question of interest.
"It"s so different," said he. "I look on the boy as a kind of invention."
She persisted. "And what am I?"
He had one of his luminous inspirations.
"You," said he, "are a discovery."
Emmy laughed. "I do believe you like me a little bit, after all."
"You"ve got such beautiful finger-nails," said he.
Madame Bolivard brought in the coffee. Septimus in the act of lifting the cup from tray to table let it fall through his nervous fingers, and the coffee streamed over the dainty table-cloth. Madame Bolivard appealed fervently to the Deity, but Emmy smiled proudly as if the spilling of coffee was a rare social accomplishment.
Soon after this Septimus went to his club with orders to return for tea, leaving Emmy to prepare for her meeting with Zora. He had offered to be present at this first interview so as to give her his support, and corroborate whatever statement as to his turpitudes she might care to make in explanation of their decision to live apart. But Emmy preferred to fight her battle single-handed. Alone he had saved the situation by his very vagueness. In conjunction with herself there was no knowing what he might do, for she had resolved to exonerate him from all blame and to attribute to her own infirmities of disposition this calamitous result of their marriage.
Now that the hour of meeting approached she grew nervous. Unlike Zora, she had not inherited her father"s fearlessness and joy of battle. The touch of adventurous spirit which she had received from him had been her undoing, as it had led her into temptation which the gentle, weak character derived from her mother had been powerless to resist. All her life she had been afraid of Zora, subdued by her splendid vitality, humbled before her more generous accomplishment. And now she was to fight for her honor and her child"s and at the same time for the tender chivalry of the odd, beloved creature that was her husband. She armed herself with woman"s weapons, and put on a brave face, though her heart thumped like some devilish machine, racking her mercilessly.
The bell rang. She bent over the boy asleep in the ba.s.sinette and gave a mother"s touch or two to the tiny coverlet. She heard the flat door open and Zora"s rich voice inquire for Mrs. Dix. Then Zora, splendid, deep bosomed, glowing with color, bringing with her a perfume of furs and violets, sailed into the room and took her into her arms. Emmy felt fluffy and insignificant.
"How well you"re looking, dear. I declare you are prettier than ever.
You"ve filled out. I didn"t come the first thing this morning as I wanted to, because I knew you would find everything topsy-turvy in the flat.
Septimus is a dear, but I haven"t much faith in his domestic capabilities."
"The flat was in perfect order," said Emmy. "Even that bunch of roses in a jar."
"Did he remember to put in the water?"
Zora laughed, meaning to be kind and generous, to make it evident to Emmy that she had not come as a violent partisan of Septimus, and to lay a pleasant, familiar foundation for the discussion in prospect. But Emmy resented the note of disparagement.
"Of course he did," she said shortly.
Zora flew to the ba.s.sinette and glowed womanlike over the baby. A beautiful child, one to be proud of indeed. Why hadn"t Emmy dear proclaimed his uniqueness in the world of infants? From the references in her letters he might have been the ordinary baby of every cradle.
"Oh, you ought to be such a happy woman!" she cried, taking off her furs and throwing them over the back of a chair. "Such a happy woman!"
An involuntary sigh shook her. The first words had been intended to convey a gentle reproof; nature had compelled the reiteration on her own account.
"I"m happy enough," said Emmy.
"I wish you could say that with more conviction, dear. "Happy enough"
generally means "pretty miserable." Why should you be miserable?"
"I"m not. I have more happiness than I deserve. I don"t deserve much."
Zora put her arm round her sister"s waist.
"Never mind, dear. We"ll try to make you happier."
Emmy submitted to the caress for a while and then freed herself gently. She did not reply. Not all the trying of Zora and all the Ladies Bountiful of Christendom could give her her heart"s desire. Besides, Zora, with her large air of smiling _dea ex machina_ was hopelessly out of tone with her mood. She picked up the furs.
"How lovely. They"re new. Where did you get them?"
The talk turned on ordinary topics. They had not met for a year, and they spoke of trivial happenings. Emmy touched lightly on her life in Paris.
They exchanged information as to their respective journeys. Emmy had had a good crossing the day before, but Madame Bolivard, who had faced the hitherto unknown perils of the deep with unflinching courage, had been dreadfully seasick. The boy had slept most of the time. Awake he had been as good as gold.
"He"s the sweetest tempered child under the sun."
"Like his father," said Zora, "who is both sweet tempered and a child."
The words were a dagger in Emmy"s heart. She turned away swiftly lest Zora should see the pain in her eyes. The intensity of the agony had been unforeseen.
"I hope the little mite has a spice of the devil from our side of the family," added Zora, "or it will go hard with him. That"s what"s wrong with poor Septimus."
Emmy turned with a flash. "There"s nothing wrong with Septimus. I wouldn"t change him for any man in the world."
Zora raised surprised eyebrows and made the obvious retort:
"Then, my dear, why on earth don"t you live with him?"
Emmy shrugged her shoulders, and looked out of the window. There was a block of flats over the way, and a young woman at a window immediately opposite was also looking out. This irritated her. She resented being stared at by a young woman in a flat. She left the window and sat on the sofa.
"Don"t you think, Zora, you might let Septimus and myself arrange things as we think best? I a.s.sure you we are quite capable of looking after ourselves. We meet in the friendliest way possible, but we have decided to occupy separate houses. It"s a matter that concerns ourselves entirely."
Zora was prepared for this att.i.tude, which she had resolved not to countenance. She had come, in all her bravery, to bring Emmy to her senses.