"Same with her and her joints."
"Why, I can outdo Alma when it comes to dancing down in the grill with the young people of an evening, or shopping."
"More like sisters than any mother and daughter I ever saw."
"Mother and daughter, but which is which from the back, some of my friends put it," said Mrs. Samstag, not without a curve to her voice, then hastily: "But the best child, Mr. Latz. The best that ever lived.
A regular little mother to me in my spells."
"Nice girl, Alma."
"It snowed so the day of--my husband"s funeral. Why, do you know that up to then I never had an attack of neuralgia in my life. Didn"t even know what a headache was. That long drive. That windy hill-top with two men to keep me from jumping into the grave after him. Ask Alma. That"s how I care when I care. But of course, as the saying is, time heals. But that"s how I got my first attack. Intenseness is what the doctors called it. I"m terribly intense."
"I--guess when a woman like you--cares like--you--cared, it"s not much use hoping you would ever--care again. That"s about the way of it, ain"t it?"
If he had known it, there was something about his own intensity of expression to inspire mirth. His eyebrows lifted to little gothic arches of anxiety, a rash of tiny perspiration broke out over his blue shaved face and as he sat on the edge of his chair, it seemed that inevitably the tight sausage-like knees must push their way through mere fabric.
"That"s about the way of it, ain"t it?" he said again into the growing silence.
"I--when a woman cares for--a man like--I did--Mr. Latz, she"ll never be happy until--she cares again--like that. I always say, once an affectionate nature, always an affectionate nature."
"You mean," he said, leaning forward the imperceptible half-inch that was left of chair, "you mean--me?"
The smell of bay rum came out greenly then as the moisture sprang out on his scalp.
"I--I"m a home woman, Mr. Latz. You can put a fish in water but you cannot make him swim. That"s me and hotel life."
At this somewhat cryptic apothegm Mr. Latz"s knee touched Mrs.
Samstag"s, so that he sprang back full of nerves at what he had not intended.
"Marry me, Carrie," he said more abruptly than he might have, without the act of that knee to immediately justify.
She spread the lace out on her lap.
Ostensibly to the hotel lobby, they were casual as, "My mulligatawny soup was cold tonight" or "Have you heard the new one that Al Jolson pulls at the Winter Garden?" But actually, the roar was high in Mrs.
Samstag"s ears and he could feel the plethoric red rushing in flashes over his body.
"Marry me, Carrie," he said, as if to prove that his stiff lips could repeat their incredible feat.
With a woman"s talent for them, her tears sprang.
"Mr. Latz--"
"Louis," he interpolated, widely eloquent of posture.
"You"re proposing--Louis!" She explained rather than asked, and placed her hand to her heart so prettily that he wanted to crush it there with his kisses.
"G.o.d bless you for knowing it so easy, Carrie. A young girl would make it so hard. It"s just what has kept me from asking you weeks ago, this getting it said. Carrie, will you?"
"I"m a widow, Mr. Latz--Louis--"
"Loo--"
"L--Loo. With a grown daughter. Not one of those merry widows you read about."
"That"s me! A bachelor on top but a home-man underneath. Why, up to five years ago, Carrie, while the best little mother a man ever had was alive, I never had eyes for a woman or--"
"It"s common talk what a grand son you were to her, Mr. La--Louis--"
"Loo!"
"Loo."
"I don"t want to seem to brag, Carrie, but you saw the coat that just walked out on Mrs. Gronauer? My little mother, she was a humpback, Carrie, not a real one, but all stooped from the heavy years when she was helping my father to get his start. Well, anyway, that little stooped back was one of the reasons why I was so anxious to make it up to her. Y"understand?"
"Yes--Loo."
"But you saw that mink coat? Well, my little mother, three years before she died, was wearing one like that in sable. Real Russian. Set me back eighteen thousand, wholesale, and she never knew different than that it cost eighteen hundred. Proudest moment of my life when I helped my little old mother into her own automobile in that sable coat."
"I had some friends lived in the Gren.o.ble Apartments when you did--the Adelbergs. They used to tell me how it hung right down to her heels and she never got into the auto that she didn"t pick it up so as not to sit on it."
"That there coat is packed away in cold storage, now, Carrie, waiting, without me exactly knowing why, I guess, for--the one little woman in the world besides her I would let so much as touch its hem."
Mrs. Samstag"s lips parted, her teeth showing through like light.
"Oh," she said, "sable. That"s my fur, Loo. I"ve never owned any, but ask Alma if I don"t stop to look at it in every show window. Sable!"
"Carrie--would you--could you--I"m not what you would call a youngster in years, I guess, but forty-four ain"t--"
"I"m--forty-one, Louis. A man like you could have younger."
"No. That"s what I don"t want. In my lonesomeness, after my mother"s death, I thought once that maybe a young girl from the West, nice girl with her mother from Ohio--but I--funny thing, now I come to think about it--I never once mentioned my little mother"s sable coat to her. I couldn"t have satisfied a young girl like that or her me, Carrie, any more than I could satisfy Alma. It was one of those mama-made matches that we got into because we couldn"t help it and out of it before it was too late. No, no, Carrie, what I want is a woman near to my own age."
"Loo, I--I couldn"t start in with you even with the one little lie that gives every woman a right to be a liar. I"m forty-three, Louis--nearer to forty-four. You"re not mad, Loo?"
"G.o.d love it! If that ain"t a little woman for you! Mad? Just doing that little thing with me raises your stock fifty per cent."
"I"m--that way."
"We"re a lot alike, Carrie. At heart, I"m a home man, Carrie, and unless I"m pretty much off my guess, you are, too--I mean a home woman. Right?"
"Me all over, Loo. Ask Alma if--"
"I"ve got the means, too, Carrie, to give a woman a home to be proud of."
"Just for fun, ask Alma, Loo, if one year since her father"s death I haven"t said, "Alma, I wish I had the heart to go back housekeeping.""
"I knew it!"