Mr. Wheeler"s anxiety was greater than his anger. He lowered his voice.
"She got a bill to-day for two or three boxes of flowers, sent to some actress." And when Leslie said nothing, "I"m not condoning it, mind you.
You"d no business to do it. But," he added fretfully, "why the devil, if you"ve got to act the fool, don"t you have your bills sent to your office?"
"I suppose I don"t need to tell you that"s all there was to it? Flowers, I mean."
"I"m taking that for granted. But she says she won"t go back."
Leslie was aghast and frightened. Not at the threat; she would go back, of course. But she would always hold it against him. She cherished small grudges faithfully. And he knew she would never understand, never see her own contribution to his mild defection, nor comprehend the actual innocence of those afternoons of tea and talk.
There was no sound from upstairs. Mr. Wheeler got his hat and went out, calling to the dog. Jim came in whistling, looked in and said: "h.e.l.lo, Les," and disappeared. He sat in the growing twilight and cursed himself for a fool. After all, where had he been heading? A man couldn"t eat his cake and have it. But he was resentful, too; he stressed rather hard his own innocence, and chose to ignore the less innocent impulse that lay behind it.
After a half hour or so he heard some one descending and d.i.c.k Livingstone appeared in the hall. He called to him, and d.i.c.k entered the room. Before he sat down he lighted a cigarette and in the flare of the match Leslie got an impression of fatigue and of something new, of trouble. But his own anxieties obsessed him.
"She"s told you about it, I suppose?"
"I was a fool, of course. But it was only a matter of a few flowers and some afternoon calls. She"s a fine woman, Livingstone, and she is lonely. The women have given her a pretty cold deal since the Clark story. They copy her clothes and her walk, but they don"t ask her into their homes."
"Isn"t the trouble more fundamental than that, Ward? I was thinking about it upstairs. Nina was pretty frank. She says you"ve had your good time and want to settle down, and that she is young and now is her only chance. Later on there may be children, you know. She blames herself, too, but she has a fairly clear idea of how it happened."
"Do you think she"ll go back home?"
"She promised she would."
They sat smoking in silence. In the dining-room Annie was laying the table for dinner, and a most untragic odor of new garden peas began to steal along the hall. d.i.c.k suddenly stirred and threw away his cigarette.
"I was going to talk to you about something else," he said, "but this is hardly the time. I"ll get on home." He rose. "She"ll be all right. Only I"d advise very tactful handling and--the fullest explanation you can make."
"What is it? I"d be glad to have something to keep my mind occupied.
It"s eating itself up just now."
"It"s a personal matter."
Ward glanced up at him quickly.
"Yes?"
"Have you happened to hear a story that I believe is going round? One that concerns me?"
"Well, I have," Leslie admitted. "I didn"t pay much attention. n.o.body is taking it very seriously."
"That"s not the point," d.i.c.k persisted. "I don"t mind idle gossip. I don"t give a d.a.m.n about it. It"s the statement itself."
"I should say that you are the only person who knows anything about it."
d.i.c.k made a restless, impatient gesture.
"I want to know one thing more," he said. "Nina told you, I suppose.
Does--I suppose Elizabeth knows it, too?"
"I rather think she does."
d.i.c.k turned abruptly and went out of the room, and a moment later Leslie heard the front door slam. Elizabeth, standing at the head of the stairs, heard it also, and turned away, with a new droop to her usually valiant shoulders. Her world, too, had gone awry, that safe world of protection and cheer and kindliness. First had come Nina, white-lipped and shaken, and Elizabeth had had to face the fact that there were such things as treachery and the queer hidden things that men did, and that came to light and brought horrible suffering.
And that afternoon she had had to acknowledge that there was something wrong with d.i.c.k. No. Between d.i.c.k and herself. There was a formality in his speech to her, an aloofness that seemed to ignore utterly their new intimacy. He was there, but he was miles away from her. She tried hard to feel indignant, but she was only hurt.
Peace seemed definitely to have abandoned the Wheeler house. Then late in the evening a measure of it was restored when Nina and Leslie effected a reconciliation. It followed several bad hours when Nina had locked her door against them all, but at ten o"clock she sent for Leslie and faced him with desperate calmness.
To Elizabeth, putting cold cloths on her mother"s head as she lay on the bed, there came a growing conviction that the relation between men and women was a complicated and baffling thing, and that love and hate were sometimes close together.
Love, and habit perhaps, triumphed in Nina"s case, however, for at eleven o"clock they heard Leslie going down the stairs and later on moving about the kitchen and pantry while whistling softly. The servants had gone, and the air was filled with the odor of burning bread. Some time later Mrs. Wheeler, waiting uneasily in the upper hall, beheld her son-in-law coming up and carrying proudly a tray on which was toast of an incredible blackness, and a pot which smelled feebly of tea.
"The next time you"re out of a cook just send for me," he said cheerfully.
Mrs. Wheeler, full and overflowing with indignation and the piece of her mind she had meant to deliver, retired vanquished to her bedroom.
Late that night when Nina had finally forgiven him and had settled down for sleep, Leslie went downstairs for a cigar, to find Elizabeth sitting there alone, a book on her knee, face down, and her eyes wistful and with a question in them.
"Sitting and thinking, or just sitting?" he inquired.
"I was thinking."
"Air-castles, eh? Well, be sure you put the right man into them!" He felt more or less a fool for having said that, for it was extremely likely that Nina"s family was feeling some doubt about Nina"s choice.
"What I mean is," he added hastily, "don"t be a fool and take Wallie Sayre. Take a man, while you"re about it."
"I would, if I could do the taking."
"That"s piffle, Elizabeth." He sat down on the arm of a chair and looked at her. "Look here, what about this story the Rossiter girl and a few others are handing around about d.i.c.k Livingstone? You"re not worrying about it, are you?"
"I don"t believe it"s true, and it wouldn"t matter to me, anyhow."
"Good for you," he said heartily, and got up. "You"d better go to bed, young lady. It"s almost midnight."
But although she rose she made no further move to go.
"What I am worrying about is this, Leslie. He may hear it."
"He has heard it, honey."
He had expected her to look alarmed, but instead she showed relief.
"I"ll tell you the truth, Les," she said. "I was worrying. I"m terribly fond of him. It just came all at once, and I couldn"t help it. And I thought he liked me, too, that way." She stopped and looked up at him to see if he understood, and he nodded gravely. "Then to-day, when he came to see Nina, he avoided me. He--I was waiting in the hall upstairs, and he just said a word or two and went on down."
"Poor devil!" Leslie said. "You see, he"s in an unpleasant position, to say the least. But here"s a thought to go to sleep on. If you ask me, he"s keeping out of your way, not because he cares too little, but because he cares too much."
Long after a repentant and chastened Leslie had gone to sleep, his arm over Nina"s unconscious shoulder, Elizabeth stood wide-eyed on the tiny balcony outside her room. From it in daylight she could see the Livingstone house. Now it was invisible, but an upper window was outlined in the light. Very shyly she kissed her finger tips to it.