"No doubt," said Susan drily.
"Oh, I know you think I"m deceitful. But a woman"s got to be, with a man. And I care a lot about him--aside from the fact that he can make me comfortable and--and protect me from--from the streets. If you cared for a man-- No, I guess you wouldn"t. You oughtn"t to be so--so _honest_, Lorna. It"ll always do you up."
Susan laughed, shrugged her shoulders. "I am what I am," said she. "I can"t be any different. If I tried, I"d only fail worse."
"You don"t love John--do you?"
"I like him."
"Then you wouldn"t have to do _much_ pretending," urged Etta.
"And what does a little pretending amount to?"
"That"s what I say to myself," replied Susan thoughtfully.
"It isn"t nearly as bad as--as what we started out to do."
Susan laughed at Etta"s little hypocrisy for her respectability"s comfort. "As what we did--and are doing,"
corrected she. Burlingham had taught her that it only makes things worse and more difficult to lie to oneself about them.
"John"s crazy about you. But he hasn"t money enough to ask you to come along. And----" Etta hesitated, eyed Susan doubtfully.
"You"re _sure_ you don"t love him?"
"No. I couldn"t love him any more than--than I could hate him."
Susan"s strange look drifted across her features. "It"s very queer, how I feel toward men. But--I don"t love him and I shan"t pretend. I want to, but somehow--I can"t."
Etta felt that she could give herself the pleasure of unburdening herself of a secret. "Then I may as well tell you, he"s engaged to a girl he thinks he ought to marry."
"I suspected so."
"And you don"t mind?" inquired Etta, unable to read Susan"s queer expression.
"Except for him--and her--a little," replied Susan. "I guess that"s why I haven"t liked him better--haven"t trusted him at all."
"Aren"t men dreadful! And he is so nice in many ways. . . .
Lorna----" Etta was weeping again. "I can"t go--I can"t. I mustn"t leave you."
"Don"t be absurd. You"ve simply got to do it."
"And I do love him," said Etta, calmed again by Susan"s calmness. "And if he married me--Oh, how grateful I"d be!"
"I should say!" exclaimed Susan. She kissed Etta and petted her.
"And he"ll have a mighty good wife."
"Do you think I can marry him?"
"If you love him--and don"t worry about catching him."
Etta shook her head in rejection of this piece of idealistic advice.
"But a girl"s got to be shrewd. You ought to be more so, Lorna."
"That depends on what a girl wants," said Susan, absently. "Upon what she wants," she repeated.
"What do _you_ want?" inquired Etta curiously.
"I don"t know," Susan answered slowly.
"I wish I knew what was going on in your head!" exclaimed Etta.
"So do I," said Susan, smiling.
"Do you really mind my going? Really--honestly?"
There wasn"t a flaw in Susan"s look or tone. "If you tried to stay with me, I"d run away from you."
"And if I do get him, I can help you. Once he"s mine----" Etta rounded out her sentence with an expression of countenance which it was well her adoring rescuer did not see. Not that it lacked womanliness; "womanly" is the word that most exactly describes it--and always will exactly describe such expressions--and the thoughts behind--so long as men compel women to be just women, under penalty of refusing them support if they are not so.
Redmond came in, and Etta left him alone with Susan. "Well, has Etta told you?" he asked.
"Yes," replied the girl. She looked at him--simply a look, but the violet-gray eyes had an unusual seeming of seeing into minds and hearts, an expression that was perhaps the more disquieting because it was sympathetic rather than critical.
His glance shifted. He was a notably handsome young fellow--too young for any display of character in his face, or for any development of it beyond the amiable, free and easy lover of a jolly good time that is the type repeated over and over again among the youth of the comfortable cla.s.ses that send their sons to college.
"Are you going with her?" he asked.
"No," said Susan.
Redmond"s face fell. "I hoped you liked me a little better than that," said he.
"It isn"t a question of you."
"But it"s a question of _you_ with me," he cried. "I"m in love with you, Lorna. I"m--I"m tempted to say all sorts of crazy things that I think but haven"t the courage to act on." He kneeled down beside her, put his arms round her waist. "I"m crazy about you, Lorna. . . . Tell me---- Were you---- Had you been--before we met?"
"Yes," said Susan.
"Why don"t you deny it?" he exclaimed. "Why don"t you fool me, as Etta fooled Gus?"
"Etta"s story is different from mine," said Susan. "She"s had no experience at all, compared to me."
"I don"t believe it," declared he. "I know she"s been stuffing Fatty, has made him think that you led her away. But I can soon knock those silly ideas out of his silly head----"
"It"s the truth," interrupted Susan, calmly.
"No matter. You could be a good woman." Impulsively, "If you"ll settle down and be a good woman, I"ll marry you."
Susan smiled gently. "And ruin your prospects?"
"I don"t care for prospects beside you. You _are_ a good woman--inside. The better I know you the less like a fast woman you are. Won"t you go to work, Lorna, and wait for me?"