Madeline caught at the edge of the table. Had he met Mrs. Abbott? But even in this moment of consternation she avoided a glance of too intimate understanding with Masters. She was rea.s.sured immediately, however. The Doctor burst into the room and exclaimed jovially:
"You here? What luck. Thought you would be at some infernal At Home or other. Just got a call to San Jose--consultation--must take the next train. Come, help me pack. h.e.l.lo, Masters. If I"d had time I"d have looked you up. Got some news for you. Wait a moment."
He disappeared into his bedroom and Madeleine followed. He had not noticed the books and Masters" first impulse was to gather them up and replace them in the chest. But he sat down to his proofs instead. The Doctor returned in a few moments.
"Madeleine will finish. She"s a wonder at packing. h.e.l.lo! What"s this?"
He had caught sight of the books.
"Some of mine. Mrs. Talbot expressed a wish--"
"Why in thunder don"t you call her Madeleine? You"re as much her friend as mine.... Well, I don"t mind as much as I did, for I find women are all reading more than they used to, and I"m bound to say they don"t have the blues while a good novel lasts. Ouida"s a pretty good dose and lasts about a week. But don"t give her too much serious stuff. It will only addle her brains."
"Oh, she has very good brains. Mrs. Abbott was here just now, and although she is not what I should call literary--or too literate--she seemed to think your wife was just the sort of woman who should read."
"Mrs. Abbott"s a d.a.m.ned old nuisance. You must have been overjoyed at the interruption. But if Madeleine has to put on pincenez--"
"Oh, never fear!" Madeleine was smiling radiantly as she entered. Her volatile spirits were soaring. "My eyes are the strongest part of me.
What did you have to tell Mr. Masters?" "Jove! I"d almost forgotten, and it"s great news, too. What would you say, Masters, to editing a paper of your own?"
"What?"
"There"s a conspiracy abroad--I won"t deny I had a hand in it--no light under the bushel for me--to raise the necessary capital and have a really first-cla.s.s newspaper in this town. San Francisco deserves the best, and if we"ve had nothing but rags, so far--barring poor James King of William"s _Bulletin_--it"s because we"ve never had a man before big enough to edit a great one."
"I have no words! It is almost too good to be true!"
Madeleine watched him curiously. His voice was trembling and his eyes were flashing. He was tall but had drawn himself up in his excitement and seemed quite an inch taller. He looked about to wave a sword and lead a charge. Establishing a newspaper meant a hard fight and he was eager for the fray.
She had had but few opportunities to study him in detail un.o.bserved.
She had never thought him handsome, for he was clean shaven, with deep vertical lines, and he wore his black hair very short. Her preference was for fair men with drooping moustaches and locks sweeping the collar; although her admiration for this somewhat standardized type had so far been wholly impersonal. Even the doctor clipped his moustache as it interfered with his soup, and his rusty brown hair was straight, although of the orthodox length. But she had not married Howard for his looks!
She noted the hard line of jaw and sharp incisive profile. His face had power as well as intellect, yet there was a hint of weakness somewhere.
Possibly the lips of his well-cut mouth were a trifle too firmly set to be unselfconscious. And his broad forehead lacked serenity. There was a furrow between the eyes.
It was with the eyes she was most familiar. They were gray, brilliant, piercing, wide apart and deeply set. She had noted more than once something alert, watchful, in their expression, as if they were the guardians of the intellect above and defied the weakness the lower part of his face barely hinted to clash for a moment with his ambitions.
She heard little of his rapid fire of questions and Howard"s answers; but when the doctor had pulled out his watch, kissed her hurriedly, s.n.a.t.c.hed his bag and dashed from the room, Masters took her hands in his, his eyes glowing.
"Did you hear?" he cried. "Did you hear? I am to have my own newspaper.
My dream has come true! A hundred thousand dollars are promised. I shall have as good a news service as any in New York."
Madeleine withdrew her hands but smiled brightly and made him a pretty speech of congratulation. She knew little of newspapers and cared less, but there must be something extraordinary about owning one to excite a man like Langdon Masters. She had never seen him excited before.
"Won"t it mean a great deal harder work?"
"Oh, work! I thrive on work. I"ve never had enough. Come and sit down.
Let me talk to you. Let me be egotistical and talk about myself. Let me tell you all my pent-up ambitions and hopes and desires--you wonderful little Egeria!"
And he poured himself out to her as he had never unbosomed himself before. He stayed on to dinner--she had no engagement--and left her only for the office. He had evidently forgotten the earlier episode, and he swept it from her own mind. That mind, subtle, feminine, yielding, melted into his. She shared those ambitions and hopes and desires. His brilliant and useful future was as real and imperative to her as to himself. It was a new, a wonderful, a thrilling experience.
When she went to bed, smiling and happy, she slammed a little door in her mind and shot the bolt. A terrible fear had shaken her three hours before, but she refused to recall it. Once more the present sufficed.
XVIII
Madeleine went to Mrs. Abbott"s reception, but there was nothing conciliatory nor apologetic in her mien. She had intended to be merely natural, but when she met that battery of eyes, amused, mocking, sympathetic, encouraging, and realized that Mrs. Abbott"s tongue had been wagging, she was filled with an anger and resentment that expressed itself in a cold pride of bearing and a militant sparkle of the eye. She was gracious and aloof and Mrs. McLane approved her audibly.
"Exactly as I should feel and look myself," she said to Mrs. Ballinger and Guadalupe Hathaway. "She"s a royal creature and she has moved in the great world. No wonder she resents the petty gossip of this village."
"Well, I"ll acquit her," said Mrs. Ballinger tartly. "A more cold-blooded and unattractive man I"ve never met."
"Langdon Masters is by no means unattractive," announced Miss Hathaway out of her ten years" experience as a belle and an unconscionable flirt. "I have sat in the conservatory with him several times. It may be that Mrs. Abbott stepped in before it was too late. And it may be that she did not."
"Oh, call no woman virtuous until she is dead," said Mrs. McLane lightly. "But I won"t hear another insinuation against Madeleine Talbot."
Mrs. Abbott kissed the singed brand it had been her mission to s.n.a.t.c.h in the nick of time and detained her in conversation with unusual empress.e.m.e.nt. Madeleine responded with an excessive politeness, and Mrs. Abbott learned for the first time that sweet brown eyes could glitter as coldly as her own protuberant orbs when p.r.o.nouncing judgment.
Madeleine remained for two hours, bored and disgusted, the more as Masters" name was ostentatiously avoided. Even Sally Ballinger, who kissed her warmly, told her that she looked as if she hadn"t a care in the world and that it was because she had too much sense to bother about men!
She had never been treated with more friendly intimacy, and if she went home with a headache it was at least a satisfaction to know that her proud position was still scandal-proof.
She wisely modified her first program and drifted back into afternoon society by degrees; a plan of defensive campaign highly approved by Mrs. McLane, who detested lack of finesse. The winter was an unsatisfactory one for Madeleine altogether. Society would not have bored her so much perhaps if that secret enchanting background had remained intact. But her intercourse with Masters was necessarily sporadic. Her conscience had never troubled her for receiving his visits, for her husband not only had expressed his approval, but had always urged her to amuse herself with men. But she felt like an intriguante when she discussed her engagement lists with Masters, and she knew that he liked it as little. His visits were now a matter for "sandwiching," to be schemed and planned for, and she dared not ask herself whether the persistent sense of fear that haunted her was that they both must betray self-consciousness in time, or that the more difficult order would bore him: their earlier intimacy had coincided with his hours of leisure. After all, he was not her lover, to delight in intrigue; and in time, it might be, he would not think the game worth the candle. She dreaded that revived gossip might drive him from the hotel, and that would be the miserable beginning of an unthinkable end.
There were other interruptions. He paid a flying visit to Richmond to visit the death-bed of his mother, and he took a trip to the Sandwich Islands to recover from a severe cold on the chest. Moreover, his former placidity had left him, for one thing and another delayed the financing of his newspaper. One of its founders was temporarily embarra.s.sed for ready money, another awaited an opportune moment to realize on some valuable stock. There was no doubt that the entire amount would be forthcoming in time, but meanwhile he fumed, and expressed himself freely to Madeleine. That he might have a more poisonous source of irritation did not occur to her.
Fortunately she did not suspect that gossip was still rife. Madeleine might have a subtle mind but she had a candid personality. It was quite patent to sharp eyes that she was unhappy once more, although this time her health was unaffected. And Society was quite aware that she still saw Langdon Masters, in spite of her perfunctory appearances; for suspicion once roused develops antennae that traverse s.p.a.ce without effort and return with acc.u.mulated minute stores of evidence. Masters had been seen entering or leaving the Talbot parlor by luncheon guests in the hotel. Old Ben Travers, who had chosen to ignore his astonishing and humiliating experience and always treated Madeleine with exaggerated deference, called one afternoon on her (in company with Mrs. Ballinger) and observed cigarette ends in the ash tray. Talbot smoked only cigars. Masters was one of the few men in San Francisco who smoked cigarettes and there was no mistaking his imported brand. Mr.
Travers paid an immediate round of visits, and called again a fortnight later, this time protected by Mrs. Abbott. There were several books on the table which he happened to know Masters had received within the week.
When the new wave reached Mrs. McLane she announced angrily that all the gossip in San Francisco originated in the Union Club, and refused to listen to details. But she was anxious, nevertheless, for she knew that Madeleine, whether she recognized the fact or not, was in love with Langdon Masters, and she more than suspected that he was with her.
He went little into society, even before his mother"s death, pleading press of work, but Mr. McLane often brought him home quietly to dinner and she saw more of him than any one did but Madeleine. Men had gone mad over her in her own time and she knew the stamp of baffled pa.s.sions.
It was on New Year"s Day, during Masters" absence in Richmond, that an incident occurred which turned Society"s attention, diverted for the moment by an open divorce scandal, to Madeleine Talbot once more.
XIX
New Year"s Day in San Francisco was one of pomp and triumphs, and much secret heart-burning. Every woman who had a house threw it open and the many that lived in hotels were equally hospitable. There was a constant procession of family barouches, livery stable buggies and hacks. The "whips" drove their mud-bespattered traps with as grand an air as if on the Cliff House Road in fine weather; and while none was ignored whose entertaining was lavish, those who could count only on admiration and friendship compared notes eagerly during the following week.
But young men in those days were more gallant or less sn.o.bbish than in these, and few pretty girls, however slenderly dowered, were forgotten by their waltzing partners. The older men went only to the great houses, and frankly for eggnog. Mrs. Abbott"s was famous and so was Mrs. McLane"s. Ladies who lived out of town the year round, that their husbands might "sleep in the country!" received with their more fortunate friends.
It had been Madeleine"s intention to have her own reception at the hotel as usual, but when Mrs. McLane craved her a.s.sistance--Marguerite was receiving with Mrs. Abbott, now her mother-in-law--she consented willingly, as it would reduce her effort to entertain progressively illuminated men to the minimum. She felt disinclined to effort of any sort.
Mrs. McLane, after her daughter"s marriage, had tired of the large house on Rincon Hill and the exorbitant wages of its staff of servants, and returned to her old home in South Park, furnishing her parlors with a red satin damask, which also covered the walls. She had made a trip to Paris meanwhile and brought back much light and graceful French furniture. The long double room was an admirable setting for her stately little figure in its trailing gown of wine-colored velvet trimmed with mellowed point lace (it had been privately dipped in coffee) and her white high-piled hair. There was no watchful anxiety in Mrs. McLane"s lofty mien. She knew that the best, old and young, would come to her New Year"s Day reception as a matter of course.