He had always loved her as a big brother, had even experienced a definite heartache when she grew up and went away, a lovely and unattainable girl in the place where their old giddy dear little Norma had been.
But now his pa.s.sion for his young wife was becoming a devouring fire in Wolf"s heart; she absorbed him and possessed him like a madness. A dozen times a day he would take from his pocket-book the thin leather case she had given him, holding on one side a photograph of the three heads of Rose, his mother, and the baby, and on the other an enchanting shadow of the loosened soft hair and the serious profile that was Norma.
And as he stood looking at it, with the machinery roaring about him, and the sunlight beating in through steel-barred windows sixty feet high, in all the confusion of shavings and oil-soaked wood, polished sliding shafts streaked with thick blue grease, stifling odours of creosote and oily "wipes", Wolf"s eyes would fill with tears and he would shake his head at his own emotion, and try to laugh it away.
After awhile he took another little picture of her, this one taken under a taut parasol in bright sunlight, and fitted it over the opposite faces; and then when he had studied one picture he could turn to the other, and perhaps go back to the first before his eyes were satisfied.
And if during the day some thought brought her suddenly to mind, he would stop short in whatever he was doing, and remember her little timid upglancing look as she hazarded, at breakfast, some question about his work, or remember her enthusiasm, on a country tramp, for the chance meal at some wayside restaurant, and sheer love of her would overwhelm him, and he would find his eyes br.i.m.m.i.n.g again.
CHAPTER XXVI
So the summer fled, and before she fairly realized it Norma saw the leaves colouring behind the little house like a wall of fire, and rustled them with her feet when she tramped with Wolf"s big collie into the woods. The air grew clearer and thinner, sunset came too soon, and a delicate beading of dew loitered on the shady side of the house until almost noon.
One October day, when she had been six months a wife, Norma made her first call upon Annie von Behrens. Alice she had seen several times, when she had stopped in, late in the summer mornings, to entertain the invalid with her first adventures in housekeeping, and chat with Miss Slater. But Chris she had quite deliberately avoided. He had written her from Canada a brief and charming note, which she had shown Wolf, and he and Alice had had their share in the general family gift of silver, the crates and bags and boxes of spoons and bowls and teapots that had antic.i.p.ated every possible table need of the Sheridans for generations to come. But that was all; she had not seen Chris, and did not want to see him.
"The whole thing is rather like a sickness, in my mind," she told Wolf, "and I don"t want to see him any more than you would a doctor or a nurse that was a.s.sociated with illness. I don"t know what we--what I was thinking about!"
"But you think he really--loved you--Nono?"
"Well--or he thought he did!"
"And did you like him terribly?"
"I think I thought I did, too. It was--of course it was something we couldn"t very well discuss----."
"Well, I"m sorry for him." Wolf had dismissed him easily. On her part, Norma was conscious of no particular emotion when she thought of Chris.
The suddenness and violence with which she had broken that a.s.sociation and made its resumption for ever impossible, had carried her safely into a totally different life. Her marriage, her new husband and new home, her new t.i.tle indeed, made her seem another woman, and if she thought of Chris at all it was to imagine what he would think of these changes, and to fancy what he would say of them, when they met. No purely visionary meeting can hold the element of pa.s.sion, and so it was a remote and spiritualized Chris of whom Norma came to think, far removed from the actual man of flesh and blood.
Her call upon Annie she made with a mental reserve of cheerful explanation and apology ready for Annie"s first reproach. Norma never could quite forget the extraordinary relationship in which she stood to Annie; and, perhaps half consciously, was influenced by the belief that some day the brilliant and wonderful Mrs. von Behrens would come to know of it, too.
But Annie, who happened to be at home, and had other callers, rapidly dashed Norma"s vague and romantic antic.i.p.ations by showing her only the brisk and aloof cordiality with which she held at bay nine tenths of her acquaintance. Annie"s old butler showed Norma impa.s.sively to the little drawing-room that was tucked in beyond the big one; two or three strangers eyed the newcomer cautiously, and Annie merely accorded her a perfunctory welcome. They were having tea.
"Well, how do you do? How very nice of you, Norma. Do you know Mrs.
Theodore Thayer, and Mrs. Thayer, and Miss Bishop? Katrina, this is--the name is still Sheridan, isn"t it, Norma?--this is Mrs. Sheridan, who was with Mama and Leslie last summer. You have lots of sugar and cream, Norma, of course--all youngsters do. And you"re near the toast----" And Annie, dismissing her, leaned back in her chair, and dropped her voice to the undertone that Norma had evidently interrupted. "Do go on, Leila," she said, to the older of the three women, "that"s quite delicious! I heard something of it, but I knew of course that there was more----"
A highly flavoured little scandal was in process of construction. Norma knew the princ.i.p.als slightly; the divorced woman, and the second husband from whom she had borrowed money to loan the first. She could join in the laughter that broke out presently, while she tried to identify her companions. The younger Mrs. Thayer had been the Miss Katrina Davenport of last month"s brilliant wedding. Pictures of her had filled the ill.u.s.trated weeklies, and all the world knew that she and her husband were preparing to leave for a wonderful home in Hawaii, where the family sugar interests were based. They were to cross the continent, Norma knew, in the Davenport private car, to be elaborately entertained in San Francisco, and to be prominent, naturally, in the island set. Little Miss Bishop had just announced her engagement to Lord Donnyfare, a splendid, big, clumsy, and impecunious young Briton who had made himself very popular with the younger group this winter. They were to be married in January and her ladyship would shortly afterward be transferred to London society, presented at court, and placed as mistress over the old family acres in Devonshire.
They were both nice girls, pretty, beautifully groomed and dressed, and far from unintelligent as they discussed their plans; how their favourite horses and dogs would be moved, and what instructions had been given the maids who had preceded them to their respective homes. Katrina Thayer was just twenty, Mary Bishop a year younger; Norma knew that the former was perhaps the richest girl in America, and the latter was also an heiress, the society papers having already hinted that among the wedding gifts shortly to be displayed would be an uncle"s casual check for one million dollars.
"And of course it"ll be charming for Chris, Mary," Annie presently said, "if he"s really sent to Saint James"s."
Norma felt her throat thicken.
"Chris--to England--as Amba.s.sador?" she said.
"Well, there"s just a possibility--no, there"s more than that!" Annie told her. "I believe he"ll take it, if it is offered. Of course, he"s supremely well fitted for it. There"s even"--Annie threw out to the company at large, with that air of being specially informed in which she delighted--"there"s even very good reason to suppose that influence has been brought to bear by----But I don"t dare go into that. However, we feel that it will be offered. And the one serious drawback is naturally my sister. Alice--poor child! And yet, of us all, Alice is most desperately eager for Chris to take it."
"I should think," Norma said, "that Aunt Alice could almost be moved----?"
"Oh, she would be!" Annie agreed, with her quick, superior definiteness.
"That"s the very question. Whether the north Atlantic pa.s.sage, say in May, when it oughtn"t to be so hard, would be too much for her. Of course it would tire her and shake her cruelly, no doubt of that. But Hendrick even talks of some sort of balanced bed--on the hammock idea--and Miss Slater would see that everything that was humanly possible was done. I believe it could be managed. Then she would be met by one of those big, comfortable English ambulances, at Southampton, and taken right to her apartment, or hotel, or whatever Chris arranges."
"Not so much harder," Norma ventured, "than the trip to Newport, after all."
"Well, she didn"t go to Newport last summer," Annie said, "but she is certainly better now than she was then, and I believe it could be done; I really do. We"re not talking a great deal about it, because nothing is settled, but if it becomes definite, I shall certainly advise it."
Norma drank her tea, and listened, and threw in an occasional word. When the other women rose to go, she rose, too, perhaps half-hoping that Annie would hold her for a more intimate word. But Annie quite suavely and indifferently included her in her general farewells, and Norma had cordial good-byes from the two young women, and even a vague invitation from the older Mrs. Thayer to come and see her, when Katrina was gone.
Then she was walking down the Avenue, with her head and heart in a confused whirl of bitterness and disappointment. The three quarters of an hour in Aunt Annie"s big, dim, luxurious palace had been like a dose of some insidious poison.
The very atmosphere of richness and service and idleness, the beauty of wide s.p.a.ces and rich tones, the ma.s.sed blossoms and dimmed lights, struck sharply upon senses attuned to Aunt Kate"s quick voice, Rose"s little house with its poverty and utility, and Wolf"s frank enjoyment of his late and simple dinner. The conversation, with its pleasant a.s.sumption of untold wealth of power and travel and regal luxuriousness, burned its memory across Norma"s mind like a corroding acid. They were not contemptible, they were not robbers or brutes or hideous old plutocrats who had grown wealthy upon the wrongs of the poor. No, they were normal pleasant girls whose code it was to be generous to maids and underlings, to speak well of their neighbours, to pay their bills and keep their promises.
"They make me _tired_!" she tried to tell herself, walking briskly, and filling her lungs with the sweet fresh air. It was twilight, and the north-bound tide of traffic was halting and rushing, halting and rushing, up the Avenue; now held motionless at a crossing, now flowing on in mad haste, the lumbering omnibuses pa.s.sing each other, little hansoms threading the ma.s.s, and foot pa.s.sengers scampering and withdrawing, and risking all sorts of pa.s.sages between. The distance was luminous and blue, and lights p.r.i.c.ked against it as against a scarf of gauze.
Oh, it was sickening--it was sickening--to think that life was so grim and hard for the thousands, and so unnecessarily, so superlatively beautiful for the few! What had Mary Bishop and Katrina ever done, that they should travel in private cars, fling aside furs that had cost as much as many a man"s yearly salary, chatter of the plantation near the beach at Hawaii, or of reaching Saint James"s for the January Drawing-Room!
Norma stopped to give twenty-five cents to an old Italian organ grinder, and worked him into her theme as she went on. Why _should_ he look so grateful for her casual charity, he, seventy years old, Katrina and Mary averaging less than twenty!
She reached Aunt Kate"s flat in a thorough temper, angry, headachy, almost feverish after the rich scones and the rich tea, and the even less wholesome talk. The apartment house seemed, as indeed it was, grimy and odorous almost to squalor, and Aunt Kate almost hateful in her cheerfulness and energy. This was Wednesday, and on Wednesday evenings she was always happy, for then Wolf and Norma came to dinner with her.
To-night, busily manipulating pans and pots, she told Norma that she had rented the two extra bedrooms of the apartment to three young trained nurses, ideal tenants in every way.
"They"ll get their breakfasts here, and--if I"m away--there"s no reason why they shouldn"t cook themselves a little dinner now and then," said Aunt Kate, in her rich, motherly voice. "They were tickled to death to get the two rooms for twenty dollars, and that makes my own rent only seventeen more. I asked them if that was too much, and they said, no, they"d expected to pay at least ten apiece."
Norma listened, unsympathetic and gloomy. It was all so petty and so poor--trained nurses, and apple pie, and Aunt Kate renting rooms, and Wolf eager to be promoted to factory manager.
She wanted to go back--back to the life in which Annie really noticed her, gave her luncheons, included her. She wanted to count for something with Mary and Katrina and Leslie; she wanted to talk to Chris about his possible amba.s.sadorship; she wanted them all to agree that Norma"s wit and charm more than made up for Norma"s lack of fortune. While she brushed her hair, in the room that would shortly accommodate two of the three little nurses, she indulged in an unsatisfying dream in which she went to London with Alice--and that autocratic little Lady Donnyfare.
Lady Donnyfare! She would be "your ladyship!" Nineteen years old, and welcomed to the ancestral mansion as her little ladyship!
Norma set the dinner table for three, with jerks and slams that slightly relieved her boiling heart. She got the napkins from the sideboard drawer, and reached for the hand-painted china sugar bowl that was part of a set that Aunt Kate had won at a fair. She set the blue tile that she had given Aunt Kate on a long-ago Christmas where the brown Rebecca teapot would stand, and cut a square slice of b.u.t.ter from the end of the new pound for the blue gla.s.s dish. And all the time her heart was bursting with grief and discontent, and she was beginning to realize for the first time the irrevocable quality of the step she had taken, and just how completely it had shut her off from the life for which she thirsted.
Wolf came in, hungry, dirty, radiantly happy, with a quick kiss for his mother and an embrace for his wife into which her slender figure and cloudy brown head almost disappeared. Lord, he was starving; and Lord, he was dead; and Lord, it was good to get home, said Wolf, his satisfaction with life too great to leave room for any suspicion of his wife"s entire sympathy.
She told them, over the meal, of Mary and Katrina, in whom their interest was of a simple and amazed quality that Norma resented, and of Chris"s prospect, which did awaken some comment from Mrs. Sheridan.
They were a clever family, she said.
But now Wolf, bursting with long suppression, suddenly took the floor with his own great news. Voorhies, the fifty-year-old manager of the California plant, had been drifting about the Newark factory for several days, and Wolf had talked with him respectfully, as a man of twenty-five, whose income is three thousand a year, may talk to a six-thousand-dollar manager, and to-day Voorhies, and Jim Palmer, the Newark manager, and Paul Stromberg, the vice-president, had taken Wolf to lunch with them, apparently casually, apparently from mere friendliness. But Voorhies had asked him if he had ever seen the West; and Stromberg had said that he understood Sheridan"s family consisted merely of a young wife, and Palmer had chanced to drop carelessly the fact that Mr. Voorhies was not going back to California----!
That was all. But it was enough to send Wolf back to his work with his head spinning. California--and a managership of a mine--and six thousand! It must be--it must be--that he had been mentioned for it, that they had him in mind! He wasn"t going even to think of it--and Norma mustn"t--but Lord, it meant being picked out of the ranks; it meant being handed a commission on a silver platter!
Norma tried not to be cold, tried to rise to the little he asked of her, as audience. And she had the satisfaction of knowing that he noticed nothing amiss in her manner, and of seeing him go off to sleep, when they had made the long trip home, with his head in a whirl of glorious hopes. But Norma, for the first time since her marriage, cried herself to sleep.