"Did he make--make any more threats, Jack?"
"The usual string. Where is he?"
"I don"t know," she said; "he hasn"t been home in a week, they tell me.
Jack, do you think it safe for you to drop in here for a few moments before dinner?"
"Just as you say. If he comes in, there may be trouble. Which isn"t a good idea, on your account."
No woman in such circ.u.mstances is moved very much by an appeal to her caution.
"But I want to see you, Jack," she said miserably.
"That seems to be the only instinct that governs you," he retorted, slightly impatient. "Can"t you ever learn the elements of prudence? It seems to me about time that you subst.i.tuted common sense for immature impulse in dealing with present problems."
His voice was cold, emotionless, unpleasant. She stood with the receiver at her ears, flushing to the tips of them under his rebuke. She always did; she had known many, recently, but the quick pang of pain was never any less keen. On the contrary.
"Don"t you want to see me? I have been away for ten days."
"Yes, I want to see you, of course, but I"m not anxious to spring a mine under myself--under us both by going into your house at this time."
"My brother has not been here in a week."
"Does that accidental fact bar his possible appearance ten minutes from now?"
She wondered, vaguely, whether he was afraid of anything except possible damage to her reputation. She had, lately, considered this question on several occasions. Being no coward, as far as mere fear for her life was concerned, she found it difficult to attribute such fear to him. Indeed, one of the traits in her which he found inexplicable and which he disliked was a curious fearlessness of death--not uncommon among women who, all their lives, have had little to live for.
She said: "If I am not worth a little risk, what is my value to you?"
"You talk like a baby," he retorted. "Is an interview worth risking a scandal that will spatter the whole town?"
"I never count such risks," she said wearily. "Do as you please."
His voice became angry: "Haven"t I enough to face already without hunting more trouble at present? I supposed I could look to you for sympathy and aid and common sense, and every day you call me up and demand that I shall drop everything and fling caution to the winds, and meet you somewhere! Every day of the year you do it----"
"I have been away ten days--" she faltered, turning sick and white at the words he was shouting through the telephone.
"Well, it was understood you"d stay for a month, wasn"t it? Can"t you give me time to turn around? Can"t you give me half a chance? Do you realise what I"m facing? _Do_ you?"
"Yes. I"m sorry I called you; I was so miserable and lonely----"
"Well, try to think of somebody besides yourself. You"re not the only miserable person in this city. I"ve all the misery I can carry at present; and if you wish to help me, don"t make any demands on me until I"m clear of the tangle that"s choking me."
"Dear, I only wanted to help you--" she stammered, appalled at his tone and words.
"All right, then, let me alone!" he snarled, losing all self-command.
"I"ve stood about all of this I"m going to, from you and your brother both! Is that plain? I want to be let alone. That is plainer still, isn"t it?"
"Yes," she said. Her face had become deathly white; she stood frozen, motionless, clutching the receiver in her small hand.
His voice altered as he spoke again:
"Don"t feel hurt; I lost my temper and I ask your pardon. But I"m half crazy with worry--you"ve seen to-day"s papers, I suppose--so you can understand a man"s losing his temper. Please forgive me; I"ll try to see you when I can--when it"s advisable. Does that satisfy you?"
"Yes," she said in a dull voice.
She put away the receiver and, turning, dropped onto her bed. At eight o"clock the maid who had come to announce dinner found her young mistress lying there, clenched hands over her eyes, lying slim and rigid on her back in the darkness.
When the electric lamps were lighted she rose, went to the mirror and looked steadily at herself for a long, long time.
She tasted what was offered, seeing nothing, hearing nothing; later, in her room, a servant came saying that Mr. Gray begged a moment"s interview on a matter of importance connected with her brother.
It was the only thing that could have moved her to see him. She had denied herself to him all that winter; she had been obliged to make it plainer after a letter from him--a nice, stupid, boyish letter, asking her to marry him. And her reply terminated the attempts of Bunbury Gray to secure a hearing from the girl who had apparently taken so sudden and so strange an aversion to a man who had been nice to her all her life.
They had, at one time, been virtually engaged, after Geraldine Seagrave had cut him loose, and before Dysart took the trouble to seriously notice her. But Bunny was youthful and frisky and his tastes were catholic, and it did not seem to make much difference that Dysart again stepped casually between them in his graceful way. Yet, curiously enough, each preserved for the other a shy sort of admiration which, until last autumn, had made their somewhat infrequent encounters exceedingly interesting. Autumn had altered their att.i.tudes; Bunny became serious in proportion to the distance she put between them--which is of course the usual incentive to masculine importunity. They had had one or two little scenes at Roya-Neh; the girl even hesitated, unquietly curious, perplexed at her own att.i.tude, yet diffidently interested in the man.
A straw was all that her balance required to incline it; Dysart dropped it, casually. And there were no more pretty scenes between Bunny Gray and his lady-love that autumn, only sulks from the youth, and, after many attempts to secure a hearing, a very direct and honest letter that winter, which had resulted in his dismissal.
She came down to the drawing-room, looking the spectre of herself, but her stillness and self-possession kept Bunny at his distance, staring, restless, amazed--all of which very evident symptoms and emotions she ignored.
"I have your message," she said. "Has anything happened to my brother?"
He began: "You mustn"t be alarmed, but he is not very well----"
"I am alarmed. Where is he?"
"In the Knickerbocker Hospital."
"Seriously ill?"
"No. He is in a private ward----"
"The--alcoholic?" she asked quietly.
"Yes," he said, flushing with the shame that had not burnt her white face.
"May I go to him?" she asked.
"No!" he exclaimed, horrified.
She seated herself, hands folded loosely on her lap:
"What am I to do, Bunny?"
"Nothing.... I only came to tell you so that you"d know. To-morrow if you care to telephone Bailey----"