"_He_ doesn"t!" Leslie said, warmly. "All Acton Liggett thinks of is his own comfort--that"s all! I do everything for him--I pay half the expenses here, you know, more than half, really, for I always pay for my own clothes and Milly, and lots of other things. And then he"ll do some _mean_, ugly thing that just makes me furious at him--and he"ll walk out of the house, perfectly calm and happy!"
"He"s always had his own way a good deal," Norma who knew anything except sympathy would utterly exasperate Leslie conceded, mildly.
"Yes," Leslie agreed, flushing, and stiffening her jaw rather ominously, "and it"s just about time that he learned that he isn"t always going to have it, too! It"s very easy for him to have me do anything that is hard and stupid----Do you suppose," she broke off, suddenly, "that _I"m_ so anxious to go to the Duers" dinner? I wouldn"t care if I never saw one of them again!"
Norma gathered that a dinner invitation from the Duers had been the main cause of the young Liggetts" difference, and framed a general question.
"That"s Sat.u.r.day night?"
"Friday," Leslie amended. "And what does he do? He meets Roy Duer at the club, and says oh, no, he can"t come to the dinner Friday, but _Leslie_ can! He has promised to play bridge with the Jeromes and that crowd. But Leslie would _love_ to go! So there I am--old lady Duer called me up the next morning, and was so sorry Acton couldn"t come! But she would expect me at eight o"clock. It"s for her daughter, and she goes away again on Tuesday. And then"--Leslie straightened herself on the couch, and fixed Norma with bright, angry eyes;--"then Spooky Jerome telephoned here, and said to tell Acton that if he couldn"t stir up a bridge party for Friday, he"d stir up something, and for Acton to meet him at the club!"
Norma laughed.
"And did you give Acton that message?" she inquired.
"No, indeed, I didn"t--that was only this morning!" Leslie said, in angry satisfaction. "I telephoned Mrs. Duer right away, and said that Acton would be so glad to come Friday, and if Acton Liggett doesn"t like it, he knows what he can do! You laugh," she went on with a sort of pathetic dignity, "but don"t you think it"s a rotten way for a man to treat his wife, Norma? Don"t you, honestly? There"s nothing--nothing that I don"t give way in--absolutely nothing! And I don"t believe most men----Oh, h.e.l.lo, Doris," Leslie broke off, gaily, as there was a stir at the door; "come in! Come in, Vera--aren"t you girls angels to come in and see the poor old sick lady!"
Norma was still lingering when Acton came home, an hour later. She heard his buoyant voice in the hall, and began to gather her wraps and gloves as he came to the tea table.
"Acton," Leslie said, firmly, "the bridge party is off for Friday, and you"re going to Mrs. Duer"s with me, and you ought to be ashamed of yourself!"
"Whew! I can see that I"m popular in the home circle, Norma!" Acton said, leaning over the big davenport to kiss his wife. "How"s my baby?
All right, dear, anything you say goes! I was going to cancel the game, anyway. Look what Chris brought you, Cutey-cute! Say, Norma, has she been getting herself tired?"
Leslie, instantly mollified, drew his cold, firm cheek against hers, and looked sidewise toward Norma.
"Isn"t he the nice, big, comfy man to come home to his mad little old wife?" she mumbled, luxuriously.
"Yes," Acton grumbled, still half embracing her, "but you didn"t talk that way at breakfast, you little devil!"
"Am I a devil?" Leslie asked, lazily. And looking in whimsical penitence at Norma, she added, "I _am_ a devil. But you were just as mean as you could be," she told him, widening her eyes and shaking her head.
"I know it. I felt like a dog, walking down town," her husband admitted promptly. "I tried to telephone but you weren"t here!"
"I was at Aunt Annie"s," Leslie said, softly. Her husband had slipped in beside her on the wide davenport, and she was resting against his shoulder, and idly kissing the little rebel lock of hair that fell across one temple. "He"s a pretty nice old husband!" she murmured, contentedly.
"And she"s a pretty nice little wife, if she did call me some mean names!" Acton returned, kissing the top of her head without altering her position. Norma looked at them with smiling contempt.
"You"re a great pair!" she conceded, indulgently.
Leslie now was free to examine, with a flush and a laugh, the microscopic pair of beaded Indian moccasins that Chris had brought from Florida. Norma asked about Chris.
"Oh, he"s fine," Acton answered, "looks brown and hard; he had a gorgeous time! He said he might be round to see Grandma to-morrow morning!"
"I"ll tell her," Norma said, getting up to go. She left them still clinging together, like a pair of little love-birds, with peace fully restored for the time being.
Mrs. Melrose"s car had been waiting for some time, and she was whirled home through the dark and wintry streets without the loss of a second.
Lights were lighted everywhere now, and tempered radiance filled the old hall as she entered it. It was just six o"clock, but Norma knew that she and the old lady were to be alone to-night, and she went through the long drawing-room to the library beyond it, thinking she might find her still lingering over the teacups. Dinner under these circ.u.mstances was usually at seven, and frequently Mrs. Melrose did not change her gown for it.
There was lamplight in the library, but the old lady"s chair was empty, and the tea table had been cleared away. Norma, supposing the room unoccupied, gave a little gasp of surprise and pleasure as Chris suddenly got to his feet among the shadows.
She was so glad to see him, so much more glad than she would have imagined herself, that for a few minutes she merely clung tight to the two hands she had grasped, and stood laughing and staring at him. Chris back again! It meant so much that was pleasant and friendly to Norma.
Chris advised her, admired her, sympathized with her; above all, she knew that he liked her.
"Chris; it"s so nice to see you!" she exclaimed.
The colour came into his face, and with it an odd expression that she had never seen there before. Without speaking he put his arm about her, and drew her to him, and kissed her very quietly on the mouth.
"h.e.l.lo, you dear little girl!" he said, freeing her, and smiling at her, somewhat confusedly. "You"re not half so glad to see me as I am to be back! You"re looking so well, Norma," he went on, with almost his usual manner, "and Alice tells me you are making friends everywhere. What"s the news?"
He threw himself into a large leather chair, and, hardly knowing what she was doing, in the wild hurrying of her senses, Norma sat down opposite him. Her one flurried impulse was not to make a scene. Chris was always so entirely master of a situation, so utterly unemotional and self-possessed, that if he kissed her, upon his return from a three-weeks" absence, it must be a perfectly correct thing to do.
Yet she felt both shaken and protestant, and it was with almost superhuman control that she began to carry on a casual conversation, giving her own report upon Alice and Leslie, Acton and the world in general.
When Mrs. Melrose, delighted at the little attention from her son-in-law, came smilingly in, five minutes later, Norma escaped upstairs. She had Leslie"s old room here when she spent the night, but it was only occasionally that Alice spared her, for her youth and high spirits, coupled with the simplicity and enthusiasm with which she was encountering the new world, made her a really stimulating companion for the sick woman.
Regina came in to hook her into a simple dinner gown, but Norma did not once address her, except by a vague smile of greeting. Her thoughts were in a whirl. Why had he done that? Was it just brotherly--friendliness?
He was much older than she--thirty-seven or eight; perhaps he had felt only an older man"s kindly----
But her face blazed, and she flung this explanation aside angrily. He had no business to do it! He had no right to do it! She was furious at him!
She stood still, staring blankly ahead of her, in the centre of the room. The memory came over her in a wave; the odd, half-hesitating, half-confident look in his eyes as his arms enveloped her, the faint aroma of talc.u.m powder and soap, the touch of his smoothly shaven cheek.
It was almost an hour later that she went cautiously downstairs. He was gone--had been gone since half-past six o"clock, Joseph reported. Norma went in to dinner with Mrs. Melrose, and they talked cheerfully of Chris"s return, of Leslie and Annie.
By eight o"clock, reading in Mrs. Melrose"s upstairs sitting-room, that first room that she had seen in this big house, eight months ago, Norma began to feel just a trifle flat. Chris Liggett was one of the most popular men in society, in demand everywhere, spoiled by women everywhere. He had quite casually, and perhaps even absent-mindedly, kissed his wife"s young protegee upon meeting her after an absence, and she had hastily leaped to conclusions worthy of a schoolgirl! He would be about equally amused and disgusted did he suspect them.
"He likes you, you little fool," Norma said to herself, "and you will utterly spoil everything with your idiocy!"
"What did you say, lovey?" the old lady asked, half closing her book.
"Nothing!" Norma said, laughing. She reopened her novel, and tried to interest herself in it. But the thought of that quarter hour in the study came back over and over again. She came finally to the conclusion that she was glad Chris liked her.
The room was very still. A coal fire was glowing pink and clear in the grate, and now and then the radiators hissed softly. Norma had one big brilliant lamp to herself, and over the old lady"s chair another glowed. Everything was rich, soft, comfortable. Regina was hovering in the adjoining room, folding the fat satin comforters, turning down the transparent linen sheets with their great scroll of monogram, and behind Regina were Joseph and Emma, and all the others, and behind them the great city and all the world, eager to see that this old woman, who had given the world very little real service in her life, should be shielded and warmed and kept from the faintest dream of need.
Money was a strange thing, Norma mused. What should she do, if--as her shamed and vague phrase had it--if "something happened" to Aunt Marianna, and she was not even mentioned in her will? Of course it was a hateful thing to think of, and a horrible thing, sitting here opposite Aunt Marianna in the comfortable upstairs sitting-room, but the thought would come. Norma wished that she knew. She would not have shortened the old lady"s life by a single second, and she would have died herself rather than betray this thought to any one, even to Wolf--even to Rose!
But it suddenly seemed to her very unjust that she could be picked out of Biretta"s bookstore to-day, by Aunt Marianna"s pleasure, and perhaps put back there to-morrow through no fault of her own. They were all kind, they were all generous, but this was not just. She wanted the delicious and self-respecting feeling of being a young woman with "independent means."
Such evenings as this one, even in the wonderful Melrose house, were undeniably dull. She and Rose had often grumbled, years ago, because there were so many of these quiet times, in between the Sat.u.r.day and Sunday excitements. But Norma, in those days, had never supposed that dulness was ever compatible with wealth and ease.
"Cards?" said old Mrs. Melrose, hopefully, as the girl made a sudden move. She loved to play patience, but only when she had an audience.
Norma, who had just decided to give her French verbs a good hour"s attention, smiled amiably, and herself brought out the green table. She sat watching the fall of kings and aces, reminding her companion of at least every third play. But her thoughts went back to Chris, and the faint odour of powder and soap, and the touch of his shaved cheek.
CHAPTER XIII