Palla gazed at Marya, profoundly preoccupied by the astounding revelation that she had been Vanya"s legal wife; and in her brown eyes the stunned wonder of it still remained, nor could she seem to think of anything except of that amazing fact.
When they stood up to take leave of Marya, the rosebud dropped from Palla"s lap, and Marya picked it up and offered it again.
"It should open," she said, her strange smile glimmering. "Cold water and a little salt, my Palla--that is all rosebuds need--that is all we women need--a little water to cool and freshen us; a little salt for all the doubtful worldly knowledge we imbibe."
She took Palla"s hands and bent her lips to them, then lifted her tawny head:
"What do words matter? _Slava, slava_, under the moon! Words are but symbols of needs--your need and Ilse"s and mine--and Jack"s and Vanya"s--and the master-word differs as differ our several needs. And if I say Christ and Buddha and I are one, let me so believe, if that be my need. Or if, from some high minarette, I lift my voice proclaiming the unity of G.o.d!--or if I confess the Trinity!--or if, for me, the G.o.d-fire smoulders only within my own accepted soul--what does it matter? Slava, slava--the word and the need spell Love--whatever the deed, Palla--my Palla!--whatever the deed, and despite it."
As they came, together, to Palla"s house and entered the empty drawing-room, Ilse said:
"In mysticism there seems to be no reasoning--nothing definite save only an occult and overwhelming restlessness.... Marya may take the veil ... or nurse lepers ... or she may become a famous courtesan....
I do not mean it cruelly. But, in the mystic, the spiritual, the intellectual and the physical seem to be interchangeable, and become gradually indistinguishable."
"That is a frightful a.n.a.lysis," murmured Palla. A little shiver pa.s.sed over her and she laid the rosebud against her lips.
Ilse said: "Marya is right: love is the world"s overwhelming need. The way to love is to serve; and if we serve we must renounce something."
They locked arms and began to pace the empty room.
"What should I renounce?" asked Palla faintly.
Ilse smiled that wise, wholesome smile of hers:
"Suppose you renounce your own omniscience, darling," she suggested.
"I do not think myself omniscient," retorted the girl, colouring.
"No? Well, darling, from where then do you derive your authority to cancel the credentials of the Most High?"
"What!"
"On what authority except your own omniscience do you so confidently preach the non-existence of omnipotence?"
Palla turned her flushed face in sensitive astonishment under the gentle mockery.
Ilse said: "Love has many names; and so has G.o.d. And all are good. If, to you, G.o.d means that little flame within you, then that is good. And so, to others, according to their needs.... And it is the same with love.... So, if for the man you love, love can be written only as a phrase--if the word love be only one element in a trinity of which the other two are Law and Wedlock--does it really matter, darling?"
"You mean I--I am to renounce my--creed?"
Ilse shook her head: "Who cares? The years develop and change everything--even creeds. Do you think your lover would care whether, at twenty-odd, you worship the flaming G.o.dhead itself, or whether you guard in spirit that lost spark from it which has become entangled with your soul?--whether you really do believe the man-made law that licenses your mating; or whether you reject it as a silly superst.i.tion? To a business man, convention is merely a safe procedure which, ignored, causes disaster--he knows that whenever he ignores it--as when he drives a car bearing no license; and the police stop him."
"I never expected to hear this from you, Ilse."
"Why?"
"You are unmarried."
"No, Palla."
The girl stared at her: "Did you _marry_ Jack?" she gasped.
"Yes. In the hospital."
"Oh, Ilse!----"
"He asked me."
"But--" her mouth quivered and she bent her head and placed her hand on Ilse"s arm for guidance, because the starting tears were blinding her now. And at last she found her voice: "I meant I am so thankful--darling--it"s been a--a nightmare----"
"It would have been one to me if I had refused him. Except that Jack wished it, I did not care.... But I have lately learned--some things."
"You--you consented because he wished it?"
"Of course. Is not that our law?"
"Do you so construe the Law of Love and Service? Does it permit us to seek protection under false pretences; to say yes when we mean no; to kneel before a G.o.d we do not believe in; to accept immunity under a law we do not believe in?"
"If all this concerned only one"s self, then, no! Or, if the man believed as we do, no! But even then--" she shook her head slowly, "unless _all_ agree, it is unfair."
"Unfair?"
"Yes, it is unfair if you have a baby. Isn"t it, darling? Isn"t it unfair and tyrannical?"
"You mean that a child should not arbitrarily be placed by its parents at what it might later consider a disadvantage?"
"Of course I mean just that. Do you know, Palla, what Jack once said of us? He said--rather brutally, I thought--that you and I were immaturely un-moral and pitiably unbaked; and that the best thing for both of us was to marry and have a few children before we tried to do any more independent thinking."
Palla"s reply was: "He was such a dear!" But what she said did not seem absurd to either of them.
Ilse added: "You know yourself, darling, what a relief it was to you to learn that I had married Jack. I think you even said something like, "Thank G.o.d," when you were choking back the tears."
Palla flushed brightly: "I meant--" but her voice ended in a sob.
Then, all of a sudden, she broke down--went all to pieces there in the dim and empty little drawing-room--down on her knees, clinging to Ilse"s skirts....
She wished to go to her room alone; and so Ilse, watching her climb the stairs as though they led to some dread calvary, opened the front door and went her lonely way, drawing the mourning veil around her face and throat.
CHAPTER XXIV
Leila Vance, lunching with Elorn Sharrow at the Ritz, spoke of Estridge:
"There seem to be so many of these well-born men who marry women we never heard of."