Mrs. Ballinger had also gratefully accepted Mrs. McLane"s invitation, for Sally had recently married Harold Abbott and was receiving on Rincon Hill, and Maria was in modest retirement. She wore a long gown of silver gray poplin as shining as her silver hair; and as she was nearly a foot taller than her hostess, the two ladies stood at opposite ends of the mantelpiece in the front parlor with Annette McLane and two young friends between.
The reception was at its height at four o"clock. The rooms were crowded, and the equipages of the guests packed not only South Park but Third Street a block north and south.
Madeleine sat at the end of the long double room behind a table and served the eggnog. The men hovered about her, not, as commonly, in unqualified admiration, or pa.s.sed on the goblets, slices of the monumental cakes, and Peter Job"s famous cream pie.
She had taken a gla.s.s at once and raised her spirits to the necessary pitch; but its effect wore off in time and her hand began to tremble slightly as she ladled out the eggnog. She had not heard from Masters since he left and her days were as vacant as visible s.p.a.ce. She had felt nervous and depressed since morning and would have spent the day in bed had she dared.
Mr. McLane, Mr. Abbott, Colonel "Jack" Belmont, Alexander Groome, Mr.
Ballinger, Amos Lawton and several others were chatting with her when Ben Travers sauntered up to demand his potion. He had already paid several visits, and although he carried his liquor well, it was patent to the eyes of his friends he was in that particular stage of inebriation that swamped his meagre stock of good nature and the superficial cleverness which made him an agreeable companion, and set free all the maliciousness of a mind contracted with years and disappointments: he had never made "his pile" and it was current history that he had been refused by every belle of his youth.
He made Madeleine a courtly bow as he took the goblet from her hands, not forgetting to pay her a well-turned compliment on those hands, not the least of her physical perfections. Then he balanced himself on the edge of the table with a manifest intention of joining in the conversation. Madeleine felt an odd sense of terror, although she knew nothing of his discoveries and communications; there was a curious hard stare in his bleared eyes and it seemed to impale her.
He began amiably enough. "Best looking frocks in this house I"ve seen today. At least five from Paris. Mrs. McLane brought back four of them besides her own. Seen some awful old duds today. "Lupie Hathaway had on an old black silk with a gaping placket and three b.u.t.tons off in front.
Some of the other things were new enough, but the dressmakers in this town need waking up. Of course yours came from New York, Mrs. Talbot.
Charming, simply charming."
Madeleine wore a gown of amber-colored silk with a bertha of fine lace and mousseline de soie, exposing her beautiful shoulders. The color seemed reflected in her eyes and the bright waving ma.s.ses of her hair.
"Madame Deforme made it," she said triumphantly. "Now don"t criticize our dressmakers again."
"Never criticize anybody but can"t help noticing things. Got the observing eye. Nothing escapes it. How are you off for books now that Masters has deserted us?"
Madeleine turned cold, for the inference was unmistakable, and she saw Mr. McLane scowl at him ferociously, But she replied smilingly that there was always the Mercantile Library.
"Never have anything new there, and even C. Beach hasn"t had a new French novel for six months. If Masters were one of those considerate men, now, he"d have left you the key of his rooms. Nothing compromising in that. But it would be no wonder if he forgot it, for I hear it wasn"t his mother"s illness that took him to Richmond, but Betty Thornton who"s still a reigning toast. Old flame and they say she"s come round. Had a letter from my sister."
Madeleine, who was lifting a goblet, let it fall with a crash. She had turned white and was trembling, but she lifted another with an immediate return of self-control, and said, "How awkward of me! But I have had a headache for three days and the gas makes the room so warm."
And then she fainted.
Mr. McLane, who was more impulsive than tactful, took Travers by the arm and pushed him through the crowd surging toward the table, and out of the front door, almost flinging him down the front steps.
"d.a.m.n you for a liar and a scandalmonger and a malicious old woman!" he shouted, oblivious of many staring coachmen. "Never enter my house again."
But the undaunted Travers steadied himself and replied with a leer, "Well, I made her give herself dead away, whether you like it or not.
And it"ll be all over town in a week."
Mr. McLane turned his back, and ordering the astonished butler to take out the man"s hat and greatcoat, returned to a scene of excitement.
Madeleine had been placed full length on a sofa by an open window, and was evidently reviving. He asked the men who had overheard Travers"
attack to follow him to his study.
"I want every one of you to promise me that you will not repeat what that little brute said," he commanded. "Fortunately there were no women about. Fainting women are no novelty. And if that cur tells the story of his dastardly a.s.sault, give him the lie. Swear that he never said it. Persuade him that he was too drunk to remember."
"I"ll follow him and threaten to horsewhip him if he opens his mouth!"
cried Colonel Belmont, who had been a dashing cavalry officer during the war. He revered all women of his own cla.s.s, even his wife, who rarely saw him; and he was so critical of feminine perfections of any sort that he changed his mistresses oftener than any man in San Francisco. "I"ll not lose a moment." And he left the room as if charging the enemy.
"Good. Will the rest of you promise?"
"Of course we"ll promise."
But alas, wives have means of extracting secrets when their suspicions are alert and clamoring that no husband has the wit to elude, man being too ingenuous to follow the circ.u.mlocutory methods of the subtler s.e.x.
Not that there was ever anything subtle about Mrs. Abbott"s methods.
Mr. Abbott had a perpetual catarrh and it had long since weakened his fibre. It was commonly believed that when Mrs. Abbott, her large bulk arrayed in a red flannel nightgown, sat up in the connubial bed and threatened to pour hot mustard up his nose unless he opened his sluices of information he ingloriously succ.u.mbed.
At all events, how or wherefore, Travers" prediction was fulfilled, although he shiveringly held his own tongue. The story was all over town not in a week but in three days. But of this Madeleine knew nothing. The doctor, who feared typhoid fever, ordered her to keep quiet and see no one until he discovered what was the matter with her.
Her return to Society and Masters" to San Francisco coincided, but at least her little world knew that Dr. Talbot had been responsible for her retirement. It awaited future developments with a painful and a pleasurable interest.
XX
The rest of the season, however, pa.s.sed without notable incident. But it was known that Madeleine saw Masters constantly, and she was so narrowly observed during his second absence that the nervousness it induced made her forced gaiety almost hysterical. During the late spring her spirits grew more even and her migraines less frequent; sustained as she was by the prospect of her old uninterrupted relations with Masters.
But more than Mrs. Abbott divined the cause of her ill-suppressed expectancy and never had she received so many invitations to the country. Mrs. McLane spent her summers at Congress Springs, but even she pressed Madeleine to visit her. Sally Abbott lived across the Bay on Lake Merritt and begged for three days a week at least; while as for Mrs. Abbott and Mr. and Mrs. Tom, who lived with her, they would harken to no excuses.
Madeleine was almost nonplussed, but if her firm and graceful refusals to leave the doctor had led to open war she would have accepted the consequences. She was determined that this summer she had lived for throughout seven long tormented months should be as unbroken and happy as the other fates would permit. She had a full presentiment that it would be the last.
Masters glided immediately into the old habit and saw her oftener when he could. Of course no phase ever quite repeats itself. The blithe unconsciousness of that first immortal summer was gone for ever; each was playing a part and dreading lest the other suspect it. Moreover, Masters was irritated almost beyond endurance at the constant postponement of the financial equipment for his newspaper. The man who had promised the largest contribution had died suddenly, and although his heir was more than eager to be a.s.sociated with so ill.u.s.trious an enterprise he must await the settlement of the estate.
"I am beginning to believe I never shall have that newspaper," Masters said gloomily to Madeleine. "It looks like Fate. When the subject was first broached there was every prospect that I should get the money at once. It has an ugly look. Any man who has been through a war is something of a fatalist."
They were less circ.u.mspect than of old and were walking out the old Mission Road. In such moods it was impossible for him to idle before a fire and read aloud. Madeleine had told her husband she would like to join Masters in his walks occasionally, and he had replied heartily: "Do you good. He"ll lead you some pretty tramps! I can"t keep up with him. You don"t walk half enough. Neither do these other women, although my income would be cut in half if they did."
It was a cool bracing day without dust or wind and Madeleine had started out in high spirits, induced in part by a new and vastly becoming walking suit of forest green poplin and a hat of the same shade rolled up on one side and trimmed with a drooping grey feather.
Her gloves and shoes were of grey suede, there was soft lace about her white throat and a coquettish little veil that covered only her eyes.
She always knew what to say when Masters was in one of his black moods, and today she reminded him of the various biographies of great men they had read together. Had not all of them suffered every disappointment and discouragement in the beginning of their careers? Overcome innumerable obstacles? Many had been called upon to endure grinding poverty as well until they forced recognition from the world, and he at least was spared that. If Life took with one hand while she gave with the other, the reverse was equally true; and also no doubt it was a part of her beneficence that she not only strengthened the character by preliminary hardships, but amiably planned them that success might be all the sweeter when it came.
Masters laughed. "Incontrovertible. Mind you practice your own philosophy when you need it. All reverses should be temporary if people are strong enough."
She lost her color for a moment, but answered lightly: "That is an easy philosophy for you. If one thing failed you would simply move on to another. Men like you never really fail, for your rare abilities give you the strength and resource of ten men."
"I wonder! The roots of strength sometimes lie in slimy and corrupting waters that spread their miasma upward when Life frowns too long and too darkly. Sometimes misfortunes pile up so remorselessly, this miasma whispers that a man"s chief strength consists in going straight to the devil and be done with it all. A resounding slap on Life"s face. An insolent a.s.sertion of the individual will against Society. Or perhaps it is merely a disposition to run full tilt, hoping for the coup de grace--much as I felt when I lay neglected on the battlefield for twenty-four hours and longed for some Yank to come along and blow out my brains."
"That is no comparison," she said scornfully. "When the body is whole nothing is impossible. I should feel that the Universe was reeling if I saw you go down before adversity. I could as readily imagine myself letting go, and I am only a woman."
"Oh, I should never fear for you," he said bitterly. "What with your immutable principles, your religion, and your proud position in the Society of San Francisco to sustain you, you would come through the fiery furnace unscathed."
"Yes, but the furnace! The furnace!"
She threw out her hands with a gesture of despair, her high spirits routed before a sudden blinding vision of the future. "Does any woman ever escape that?"
One of her hands brushed his and he caught it irresistibly. But he dropped it at once. There was a sound of horses" hoofs behind them. He had been vaguely aware of cantering hoof-beats in the distance for several minutes.
Two men pa.s.sed, and one of them took off his hat with a low mocking sweep and bowed almost to the saddle. It was old Ben Travers.
"What on earth is he doing in town?" muttered Masters in exasperation.