"When?"

"Evening."

"No, morning."

"All right Leo--tomorrow morning--"

"I"ll sit up all night and count every second in every minute and every minute in every hour."

She put up her soft little fingers to his lips.

"Dear boy," she said.

And then they kissed and after a little swoon to his nearness she struggled like a caught bird and a guilty one.

"Please go, Leo," she said, "leave me alone--"

"Little mama-baby sweetheart," he said. "I"ll build you a nest right next to hers. Good night, little White Flower. I"ll be waiting, and remember, counting every second of every minute and every minute of every hour."

For a long time she remained where he had left her, forward on the pink divan, her head with a listening look to it, as if waiting an answer for the prayers that she sent up.

At two o"clock that morning, by what intuition she would never know, and with such leverage that she landed out of bed plump on her two feet, Alma, with all her faculties into trace like fire-horses, sprang out of sleep.

It was a matter of twenty steps across the hall. In the white tiled Roman bathroom, the muddy circles suddenly out and angry beneath her eyes, her mother was standing before one of the full-length mirrors--snickering.

There was a fresh little grave on the inside of her right fore arm.

Sometimes in the weeks that followed, a sense of the miracle of what was happening would clutch at Alma"s throat like a fear.

Louis did not know.

That the old neuralgic recurrences were more frequent again, yes.

Already plans for a summer trip abroad, on a curative mission bent, were taking shape. There was a famous nerve specialist, the one who had worked such wonders on his little mother"s cruelly rheumatic limbs, rea.s.suringly foremost in his mind.

But except that there were not infrequent and sometimes twenty-four hour sieges when he was denied the sight of his wife, he had learned with a male"s acquiescence to the frailties of the other s.e.x, to submit, and with no great understanding of pain, to condone.

And as if to atone for these more or less frequent lapses there was something pathetic, even a little heart-breaking, in Carrie"s zeal for his wellbeing. No duty too small. One night she wanted to unlace his shoes and even shine them, would have, in fact, except for his fierce catching of her into his arms and for some reason, his tonsils aching as he kissed her.

Once after a "spell" she took out every garment from his wardrobe and kissing them piece by piece, put them back again and he found her so, and they cried together, he of happiness.

In his utter beat.i.tude, even his resentment of Alma continued to grow but slowly. Once, when after forty-eight hours she forbade him rather fiercely an entrance into his wife"s room, he shoved her aside almost rudely, but at Carrie"s little shriek of remonstrance from the darkened room, backed out shamefacedly and apologized next day in the conciliatory language of a tiny wrist-watch.

But a break came, as she knew and feared it must.

One evening during one of these attacks, when for two days Carrie had not appeared at the dinner table, Alma, entering when the meal was almost over, seated herself rather exhaustedly at her mother"s place opposite her stepfather.

He had reached the stage when that little unconscious usurpation in itself could annoy him.

"How"s your mother?" he asked, dourly for him.

"She"s asleep."

"Funny. This is the third attack this month and each time it lasts longer. Confound that neuralgia."

"She"s easier now."

He pushed back his plate.

"Then I"ll go in and sit with her while she sleeps."

She who was so fastidiously dainty of manner, half rose, spilling her soup.

"No," she said, "you mustn"t! Not now!" And sat down again hurriedly, wanting not to appear perturbed.

A curious thing happened then to Louis. His lower lip came pursing out like a little shelf and a hitherto unsuspected look of pigginess fattened over his rather plump face.

"You quit b.u.t.ting into me and my wife"s affairs, you, or get the h.e.l.l out of here," he said, without changing his voice or his manner.

She placed her hand to the almost unbearable flutter of her heart.

"Louis! You mustn"t talk like that to--me!"

"Don"t make me say something I"ll regret. You! Only take this tip, you!

There"s one of two things you better do. Quit trying to come between me and her or--get out."

"I--she"s sick."

"Naw, she ain"t. Not as sick as you make out. You"re trying, G.o.d knows why, to keep us apart. I"ve watched you. I know your sneaking kind.

Still water runs deep. You"ve never missed a chance since we"re married to keep us apart. Shame!"

"I--she--"

"Now mark my word, if it wasn"t to spare her, I"d have invited you out long ago. Haven"t you got any pride?"

"I have. I have," she almost moaned and could have crumpled up there and swooned in her humiliation.

"You"re not a regular girl. You"re a she-devil. That"s what you are!

Trying to come between your mother and me. Ain"t you ashamed? What is it you want?"

"Louis--I don"t--"

"First you turn down a fine fellow like Leo Friedlander, so he don"t come to the house any more and then you take out on us whatever is eating you, by trying to come between me and the finest woman that ever lived. Shame. Shame."

"Louis," she said. "Louis," wringing her hands in a dry wash of agony, "can"t you understand? She"d rather have me. It makes her nervous trying to pretend to you that she"s not suffering when she is. That"s all, Louis. You see, she"s not ashamed to suffer before me. Why, Louis--that"s all. Why should I want to come between you and her? Isn"t she dearer to me than anything in the world and haven"t you been the best friend to me a girl could have? That"s all--Louis."

He was placated and a little sorry and did not insist further upon going into the room.

"Funny," he said. "Funny," and adjusting his spectacles, snapped open his newspaper for a lonely evening.

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