"All right. I"ll do as you say. You"ve got this game sized up better than I."
Is there any other people that works as hard as do the Parisians? Other peoples work with their bodies; but the Parisians, all cla.s.ses and ma.s.ses too, press both mind and body into service. Other peoples, if they think at all, think how to avoid work; the Parisians think incessantly, always, how to provide themselves with more to do. Other peoples drink to stupefy themselves lest peradventure in a leisure moment they might be seized of a thought; Parisians drink to stimulate themselves, to try to think more rapidly, to attract ideas that might not enter and engage a sober and therefore somewhat sluggish brain. Other peoples meet a new idea as if it were a mortal foe; the Parisians as if it were a long-lost friend. Other peoples are agitated chiefly, each man or woman, about themselves; the Parisians are full of their work, their surroundings, bother little about themselves except as means to what they regard as the end and aim of life--to make the world each moment as different as possible from what it was the moment before, to transform the cra.s.s and sordid universe of things with the magic of ideas. Being intelligent, they prefer good to evil; but they have G.o.d"s own horror of that which is neither good nor evil, and spew it out of their mouths.
At the moment of the arrival of Susan and Palmer the world that labors at amusing itself was pausing in Paris on its way from the pleasures of sea and mountains to the pleasures of the Riviera and Egypt. And as the weather held fine, day after day the streets, the cafes, the restaurants, offered the young adventurers an incessant dazzling panorama of all they had come abroad to seek. A week pa.s.sed before Susan permitted herself to enter any of the shops where she intended to buy dresses, hats and the other and lesser paraphernalia of the woman of fashion.
"I mustn"t go until I"ve seen," said she. "I"d yield to the temptation to buy and would regret it."
And Freddie, seeing her point, restrained his impatience for making radical changes in himself and in her. The fourth day of their stay at Paris he realized that he would buy, and would wish to buy, none of the things that had tempted him the first and second days. Secure in the obscurity of the crowd of strangers, he was losing his extreme nervousness about himself. That sort of emotion is most characteristic of Americans and gets them the reputation for profound sn.o.bbishness. In fact, it is not sn.o.bbishness at all. In no country on earth is ignorance in such universal disrepute as in America. The American, eager to learn, eager to be abreast of the foremost, is terrified into embarra.s.sment and awe when he finds himself in surroundings where are things that he feels he ought to know about--while a stupid fellow, in such circ.u.mstances, is calmly content with himself, wholly unaware of his own deficiencies.
Susan let full two weeks pa.s.s before she, with much hesitation, gave her first order toward the outfit on which Palmer insisted upon her spending not less than five thousand dollars. Palmer had been going to the shops with her. She warned him it would make prices higher if she appeared with a prosperous looking man; but he wanted occupation and everything concerning her fascinated him now. His ignorance of the details of feminine dress was giving place rapidly to a knowledge which he thought profound--and it was profound, for a man. She would not permit him to go with her to order, however, or to fittings. All she would tell him in advance about this first dress was that it was for evening wear and that its color was green. "But not a greeny green," said she.
"I understand. A green something like the tint in your skin at the nape of your neck."
"Perhaps," admitted she. "Yes."
"We"ll go to the opera the evening it comes home. I"ll have my new evening outfit from Charvet"s by that time."
It was about ten days after this conversation that she told him she had had a final fitting, had ordered the dress sent home. He was instantly all excitement and rushed away to engage a good box for the opera. With her a.s.sistance he had got evening clothes that sent through his whole being a glow of self-confidence--for he knew that in those clothes, he looked what he was striving to be. They were to dine at seven. He dressed early and went into their sitting-room.
He was afraid he would spoil his pleasure of complete surprise by catching a glimpse of the _grande toilette_ before it was finished. At a quarter past seven Susan put her head into the sitting-room--only her head. At sight of his anxious face, his tense manner, she burst out laughing. It seemed, and was, grotesque that one so imperturbable of surface should be so upset.
"Can you stand the strain another quarter of an hour?" said she.
"Don"t hurry," he urged. "Take all the time you want. Do the thing up right." He rose and came toward her with one hand behind him. "You said the dress was green, didn"t you?"
"Yes."
"Well--here"s something you may be able to fit in somewhere."
And he brought the concealed hand into view and held a jewel box toward her.
She reached a bare arm through the crack in the door and took it. The box, the arm, the head disappeared. Presently there was a low cry of delight that thrilled him. The face reappeared. "Oh--Freddie!" she exclaimed, radiant. "You must have spent a fortune on them."
"No. Twelve thousand--that"s all. It was a bargain. Go on dressing. We"ll talk about it afterward." And he gently pushed her head back--getting a kiss in the palm of his hand--and drew the door to.
Ten minutes later the door opened part way again. "Brace yourself," she called laughingly. "I"m coming."
A breathless pause and the door swung wide. He stared with eyes amazed and bewitched. There is no more describing the effects of a harmonious combination of exquisite dress and exquisite woman than there is reproducing in words the magic and the thrill of sunrise or sunset, of moonlight"s fanciful amorous play, or of starry sky. As the girl stood there, her eyes starlike with excitement, her lips crimson and sensuous against the clear old-ivory pallor of her small face in its frame of glorious dark hair, it seemed to him that her soul, more beautiful counterpart of herself, had come from its dwelling place within and was hovering about her body like an aureole. Round her lovely throat was the string of emeralds.
Her shoulders were bare and also her bosom, over nearly half its soft, girlish swell. And draped in light and clinging grace about her slender, sensuous form was the most wonderful garment he had ever seen. The great French designers of dresses and hats and materials have a genius for taking an idea--a pure poetical abstraction--and materializing it, making it visible and tangible without destroying its spirituality. This dress of Susan"s did not suggest matter any more than the bar of music suggests the rosined string that has given birth to it. She was carrying the train and a pair of long gloves in one hand. The skirt, thus drawn back, revealed her slim, narrow foot, a slender slipper of pale green satin, a charming instep with a rosiness shimmering through the gossamer web of pale green silk, the outline of a long, slender leg whose perfection was guaranteed by the beauty of her bare arm.
His expression changed slowly from bedazzlement to the nearest approach to the old slumbrous, smiling wickedness she had seen since they started. And her sensitive instinct understood; it was the menace of an insane jealousy, sprung from fear--fear of losing her. The look vanished, and once again he was Freddie Palmer the delighted, the generous and almost romantically considerate, because everything was going as he wished.
"No wonder I went crazy about you," he said.
"Then you"re not disappointed?"
He came to her, unclasped the emeralds, stood off and viewed her again. "No--you mustn"t wear them," said he.
"Oh!" she cried, protesting. "They"re the best of all."
"Not tonight," said he. "They look cheap. They spoil the effect of your neck and shoulders. Another time, when you"re not quite so wonderful, but not tonight."
As she could not see herself as he saw her, she pleaded for the jewels. She loved jewels and these were the first she had ever had, except two modest little birthday rings she had left in Sutherland. But he led her to the long mirror and convinced her that he was right. When they descended to the dining-room, they caused a stir. It does not take much to make fashionable people stare; but it does take something to make a whole room full of them quiet so far toward silence that the discreet and refined handling of dishes in a restaurant like the Ritz sounds like a vulgar clatter. Susan and Palmer congratulated themselves that they had been at the hotel long enough to become acclimated and so could act as if they were unconscious of the sensation they were creating.
When they finished dinner, they found all the little tables in the long corridor between the restaurant and the entrance taken by people lingering over coffee to get another and closer view. And the men who looked at her sweet dreaming violet-gray eyes said she was innocent; those who looked at her crimson lips said she was gay; those who saw both eyes and lips said she was innocent--as yet. A few very dim-sighted, and very wise, retained their reason sufficiently to say that nothing could be told about a woman from her looks--especially an American woman. She put on the magnificent cloak, white silk, ermine lined, which he had seen at Paquin"s and had insisted on buying. And they were off for the opera in the aristocratic looking auto he was taking by the week.
She had a second triumph at the opera--was the center that drew all gla.s.ses the instant the lights went up for the intermission. There were a few minutes when her head was quite turned, when it seemed to her that she had arrived very near to the highest goal of human ambition--said goal being the one achieved and so self-complacently occupied by these luxurious, fashionable people who were paying her the tribute of interest and admiration. Were not these people at the top of the heap? Was she not among them, of them, by right of excellence in the things that made them, distinguished them?
Ambition, drunk and heavy with luxury, flies sluggishly and low.
And her ambition was--for the moment--in danger of that fate.
During the last intermission the door of their box opened. At once Palmer sprang up and advanced with beaming face and extended hand to welcome the caller.
"h.e.l.lo, Brent, I _am_ glad to see you! I want to introduce you to Mrs. Palmer"--that name p.r.o.nounced with the unconscious pride of the possessor of _the_ jewel.
Brent bowed. Susan forced a smile.
"We," Palmer hastened on, "are on a sort of postponed honeymoon. I didn"t announce the marriage--didn"t want to have my friends out of pocket for presents. Besides, they"d have sent us stuff fit only to furnish out a saloon or a hotel--and we"d have had to use it or hurt their feelings. My wife"s a Western girl--from Indiana. She came on to study for the stage. But"--he laughed delightedly--"I persuaded her to change her mind."
"You are from the West?" said Brent in the formal tone one uses in addressing a new acquaintance. "So am I. But that"s more years ago than you could count. I live in New York--when I don"t live here or in the Riviera."
The moment had pa.s.sed when Susan could, without creating an impossible scene, admit and compel Brent to admit that they knew each other. What did it matter? Was it not best to ignore the past? Probably Brent had done this deliberately, a.s.suming that she was beginning a new life with a clean slate.
"Been here long?" said Brent to Palmer.
As he and Palmer talked, she contrasted the two men. Palmer was much the younger, much the handsomer. Yet in the comparison Brent had the advantage. He looked as if he amounted to a great deal, as if he had lived and had understood life as the other man could not. The physical difference between them was somewhat the difference between look of lion and look of tiger. Brent looked strong; Palmer, dangerous. She could not imagine either man failing of a purpose he had set his heart upon. She could not imagine Brent reaching for it in any but an open, direct, daring way.
She knew that the descendant of the supple Italians, the graduate of the street schools of stealth and fraud, would not care to have anything unless he got it by skill at subtlety.
She noted their dress. Brent was wearing his clothes in that elegantly careless way which it was one of Freddie"s dreams--one of the vain ones--to attain. Brent"s voice was much more virile, was almost harsh, and in p.r.o.nouncing some words made the nerves tingle with a sensation of mingled irritation and pleasure. Freddie"s voice was manly enough, but soft and dangerous, suggestive of hidden danger. She compared the two men, as she knew them. She wondered how they would seem to a complete stranger. Palmer, she thought, would be able to attract almost any woman he might want; it seemed to her that a woman Brent wanted would feel rather helpless before the onset he would make.
It irritated her, this untimely intrusion of Brent who had the curious quality of making all other men seem less in the comparison. Not that he a.s.sumed anything, or forced comparisons; on the contrary, no man could have insisted less upon himself. Not that he compelled or caused the transfer of all interest to himself. Simply that, with him there, she felt less hopeful of Palmer, less confident of his ability to become what he seemed--and go beyond it. There are occasional men who have this same quality that Susan was just then feeling in Brent--men whom women never love yet who make it impossible for them to begin to love or to continue to love the other men within their range.
She was not glad to see him. She did not conceal it. Yet she knew that he would linger--and that she would not oppose. She would have liked to say to him: "You lost belief in me and dropped me. I have begun to make a life for myself. Let me alone. Do not upset me--do not force me to see what I must not see if I am to be happy. Go away, and give me a chance."
But we do not say these frank, childlike things except in moments of closest intimacy--and certainly there was no suggestion of intimacy, no invitation to it, but the reverse, in the man facing her at the front of the box.
"Then you are to be in Paris some time?" said Brent, addressing her.
"I think so," said Susan.
"Sure," cried Palmer. "This is the town the world revolves round. I felt like singing "Home, Sweet Home" as we drove from the station."
"I like it better than any place on earth," said Brent.
"Better even than New York. I"ve never been quite able to forgive New York for some of the things it made me suffer before it gave me what I wanted."
"I, too," said Freddie. "My wife can"t understand that. She doesn"t know the side of life we know. I"m going to smoke a cigarette. I"ll leave you here, old man, to entertain her."
When he disappeared, Susan looked out over the house with an expression of apparent abstraction. Brent--she was conscious--studied her with those seeing eyes--hazel eyes with not a bit of the sentimentality and weakness of brown in them. "You and Palmer know no one here?"
"Not a soul."
"I"ll be glad to introduce some of my acquaintances to you--French people of the artistic set. They speak English.
And you"ll soon be learning French."