The Beloved Woman

Chapter 4

CHAPTER III

At almost this same moment Norma"s self was the subject of a rather unusual talk between Christopher Liggett and his wife.

Christopher had come softly into his house, at about half-past ten, to find Alice awake, still on the big couch before her fire. Her little bedroom beyond was softly lighted, the white bed turned down, and the religious books she always read before going to sleep laid in place by Miss Slater. But Alice had no light except her fire and two or three candles in old sconces.

She welcomed Christopher with a smile, and he sat down, in his somewhat rumpled evening dress, and smiled back at her in a rather weary fashion.

He often told her that these rooms of hers were a sanctuary, that he tested the men and women he met daily in the world by her fine and lofty standard. It was part of his utter generosity to her that he talked to her as frankly as if he thought aloud, and it was Alice"s pride and joy to know that this marriage of theirs, which had so sadly and suddenly become no marriage at all, was not as one-sided as the world might have suspected. Her clear, dispa.s.sionate viewpoint and her dignified companionship were not wifehood, but they were dear and valuable to him none the less, a part of his life that he would not have spared. And he could still admire her, too, not only for the exquisite clearness of her intellect, her French and Italian, her knowledge of countries and affairs, but physically--the clear, childish forehead that was as unwrinkled as Leslie"s, the fair, beautifully brushed hair, the mouth with its chiselling of wisdom and of pain, and the transparent hand from which she shook back transparent laces. She was always proud, always fresh and fragrant, always free for him and for his problems, and it was proverbial in the circle of their intimates that Chris admired Alice with all his heart, and never felt himself anything but the privileged guardian of a treasure.



To-night he dropped into a chair before her fire, and she watched him for five or six restful minutes in silence.

"Stupid dinner?" she ventured.

"Rotten!" he answered, cheerfully. "I was late, but I got in to hear Hendrick"s speech. The Vice-President was there, everyone else I knew. I cut away finally; I"m done up."

"I thought you picked up Hendrick on your way and went together," Mrs.

Liggett said, sympathetically. "I"m sorry it was dull--I suppose men have to go to these political things!"

Chris was leaning forward, his locked hands dropped between his knees, and his eyes on the fire.

"Hendrick and I stopped at your mother"s," he said, deliberately, "and she was so upset that I sent Hendrick on alone!"

Alice"s eyes lighted apprehensively, but she spoke very quietly.

"What was it, Chris? Leslie getting saucy?"

"Oh, no, no! It was a complication of things, I imagine!" Christopher took out his cigarette-case, looked at its moire surface reflectively, and selected a smoke. "She was tired--she"d been out in the snow--Leslie had gone off with Annie to some debutante affair--I daresay she felt blue. Alice, do you remember a woman named Kate Sheridan?"

The question was sudden, and Alice blinked.

"Yes, I do," she answered, after a moment"s thought, "she was a sort of maid or travelling companion of Mama"s. We called her Mrs. Sheridan--she was quite a superior sort of person."

"What do you remember about her, dear?"

"Well--just that. She came when I was only a child--and then when Annie was ill in Paris she went abroad with Mama--and I remember that she came back, and she used to come see me at school, for Mama, and once she took me up to Grandma"s, in Brookline. She was a widow, and she had a child--or two, maybe. Why, Chris?"

Her husband did not answer, and she repeated the question.

"Well," he said, at last, flinging the end of his cigarette into the fire, "she came to see your mother to-day."

Alice waited, a little at a loss. To her this had no particular significance.

"She had her niece with her, young girl about eighteen," Christopher said.

"Well--what _of_ it?" Alice demanded, with a sort of superb indifference to anything such a woman might do.

He looked at her through his round eyegla.s.ses, with the slight frown that many of life"s problems brought to his handsome face. Then the gla.s.s fell, on its black ribbon, and he laughed.

"That"s just what I don"t _get_," he said, good-humouredly. "But I"ll tell you exactly what occurred. What"s-His-Name, your mother"s butler----"

"Joseph."

"Joseph. Joseph told me that at about four o"clock this Mrs. Sheridan came in. Your mother had told him that she was expecting the lady, and that he was to bring her upstairs. With her came this girl--I can"t remember her name--but it was something Sheridan--Nora Sheridan, maybe.

Leslie carried the girl off for tea, and the woman stayed with your mother.

"Well, at five--or later, this Mrs. Sheridan ran into the hall, and it seems--she"s all right now!--it seems that your mother had fainted."

"Mama!" Alice said, anxiously, with an incredulous frown.

"Yes, but don"t worry. She"s absolutely all right now. Leslie,"

Christopher went back to his narrative, "Leslie cried, and I suppose there was a scene. Mrs. Sheridan and the girl went home--Leslie dressed and went out--and your mother immediately telephoned Lee----"

"Judge Lee?"

"Yes--she said so. Lee"s up in Westchester with his daughter, she couldn"t get him----"

"But, Chris, why did she want her lawyer?"

"That"s just it--_why_? Well, then she telephoned here for me--I was on my way there, as it happened, and just before eight Hendrick and I went in. I could see she was altogether up stage, so I sent Von on and had it out with her."

"And what was her explanation, Chris?"

Christopher laughed again.

"I"ll be darned," he said, thoughtfully, "if I can make head or tail of it! It would be funny if it wasn"t that she"s taking it so hard. She was in bed, and she had been crying--wouldn"t eat any dinner----"

"But, Chris," Alice said, worriedly, "what do you _make_ of it! What did she _say_?"

"Well, she clasped my hand, and she said that she had an opportunity to undo a great wrong--and that I must help her--and not ask any questions--she was just acting as you and I would have her act under the circ.u.mstances----"

"What circ.u.mstances?" Alice said, at an utter loss, as he paused.

"She didn"t say," he smiled.

"Oh, come, now, Chris, she must have said more than that!"

"No, she didn"t. She said that she must make it up to this girl, and she wished to see Lee about it immediately."

"To change her will!" Alice exclaimed.

"She didn"t say so. Of course, it may be some sort of blackmail."

Christopher looked whimsically at his wife. "As I remember my father-in-law," he said, "it seems to me improbable that out of the past could come this engaging young girl--very pretty, they said----"

"Father! Oh, nonsense!" Alice exclaimed, almost in relief at the absurdity. "No, but it might be some business--some claim against the firm," she suggested.

"Well, I thought of that. But there are one or two reasons why it doesn"t seem the solution. I asked your mother if it was money, and she said no, said it positively and repeatedly. Then I asked her if she would like this Sheridan woman shut up, and she was quite indignant.

Kate!--Kate was one of the most magnificent women G.o.d had ever made, and so on!"

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