In this instance, however, he was handicapped to exasperation by that confounded ankle!
Besides, he couldn"t in decency pursue the woman; she was ent.i.tled to a certain amount of privacy, of freedom from his attentions.
Furthermore, he had no right as yet to offer her attentions. It seemed necessary frequently to remind himself of that fact, in spite of the vile humour such reminders as a rule aroused.
He pa.s.sed into one such now, scowling darkly in the face of an exquisite, flawless day.
One thing was settled, he a.s.sured himself: as soon as he was able to get about with comfort, he would lose no time in hunting up his wife"s attorneys and finding out why they were slow about prosecuting her case.
Failing satisfaction in that quarter--well, he would find some way to make things move. It wasn"t fair to him to keep him bound to the vows of a farcical union. He was not prepared to submit to such injustice. He would, if needs must, hire detectives to find him his wife, that he might see and in person urge upon her his equal right to release from an unnatural bondage!
He had lashed himself into a very respectable transport of resentful rage before he realized what way his thoughts were leading him; but he calmed down as quickly when, chancing to lift his eyes from their absorbed study of the planks composing the veranda floor, he discovered a motor-boat drawing in toward the landing-stage.
At once a smile of childlike serenity displaced the scowl. Instinctively he gathered himself together to rise, but on reconsideration retained his seat, gallantry yielding to an intuitive sense of dramatic values; a chair-bound invalid is a much more sympathetic object than a man demonstrating a surprisingly quick recovery from an incapacitating accident.
Nevertheless, there seemed no objection to his returning a cheerful flourish to the salute of a slender arm, brown and bare to the point where a turned-back shirtwaist sleeve met a rounded elbow.
At precisely the proper distance from the dock, the motor ceased its purring; the boat swept on, white water crisping beneath its stem, ripples widening fanlike from its flanks and sketching sweeping plumes of purple on the calm ultra-marine surface--its speed at first not perceptibly moderated. Gradually, then, it yielded to the pa.s.sive resistance of the waters, moving slower and more slow until at length it nosed the landing-stage with a touch well-nigh as gentle as a caress.
Poised lightly over the bows, the woman waited, her figure all in white sharp-cut against the blue of sky and water, with an effect as vital as it was graceful. Then at the right instant leaping to the dock with the headwarp, she made the little vessel fast with two deft half-hitches round the out-most pile, and turning came swinging to dry land and up the gentle slope to the veranda, ease and strength and joy of living inherent in every flowing movement, matching well the bright comeliness of her countenance and the shining splendour of her friendly eyes.
No imaginable consideration, however selfish, could have kept Whitaker any longer in his chair.
"The most amiable person I know!" he cried, elated. "Greetings!"
She paused by the steps, looking up, a fascinating vision.
"No--please! I"ve only stopped for an instant. Do sit down."
"Shan"t--until you do."
"But I really can"t stop."
She ascended the steps and dropped coolly into a chair, laughing at her own lack of consistency. Whitaker resumed his seat.
"You"re really able to stand without a.s.sistance?"
"I"m ashamed to admit it. Between you and me--a dead secret--there"s nothing really the matter with me any more. Sum Fat"s a famous physician. I could run a race--only it"s pleasanter to pretend I mustn"t."
"Very well. Then I shan"t waste any more sympathy on you."
"As a matter of fact, I can move only at the cost of excruciating agony."
She considered him with a sober face and smiling eyes. "I don"t believe you. You"re a fraud. Besides, I didn"t come to see you at all; I came to find out why Mr. Ember dares so to neglect me. Did you deliver my invitation?"
"I did, unwillingly. He was desolated, but he couldn"t accept--had to run back to town immediately after dinner."
"He"s as great a fraud as you. But since he isn"t here, I shall go."
She got up with a very evident intention of being as good as her word.
Whitaker in despair sought wildly for an excuse to detain her.
"Please--I"m famished for human society. Have pity. Sit down. Tell me where you"ve been with the boat."
"Merely to the head of the bay to have the gasoline tanks filled. A most boresome errand. They"ve no proper facilities for taking care of motor-boats. Imagine having to sit with your hands folded while garrulous natives fill a sixty-gallon tank by hand."
"Expressions of profound sympathy. Tell me some more. See, I even consent not to talk about myself as an extra inducement--if you"ll only stay."
"No--really--unique though the prospect be! I left Elise and the cook alone, two poor defenceless women; the gardener is taking his weekly day-off in the village. We won"t see anything of him till morning, probably--when he"ll show up very meek and damp about the head."
"Aren"t you afraid?"
"I? Nonsense! I"m shamelessly able-bodied--and not afraid to pull a trigger, besides. Moreover, there aren"t any dangerous characters in this neighbourhood."
"Then I presume it"s useless for me to offer my services as watch-dog?"
"Entirely so. And when I choose a protector, I shall pick out one sound of limb as well as wind."
"Snubbed," he said mournfully. "And me that lonesome.... Think of the long, dull evening I"ve got to live through somehow."
"I have already thought of it. And being kind-hearted, it occurred to me that you might be one of those mean-spirited creatures who can enjoy double-dummy."
"It"s the only game I really care for with a deathless pa.s.sion."
"Then, if I promise to come over this evening and play you a rubber or two--will you permit me to go home now?"
"On such terms I"ll do anything you can possibly suggest," he declared, enchanted. "You mean it--honest Injun?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die--"
"But ... how will you get here? Not alone, through the woods! I can"t permit that."
"Elise shall row me down the sh.o.r.e and then go back to keep cook company. Sum Fat can see me home--if you find it still necessary to keep up the invalid pose."
"I"m afraid," he laughed, "I shall call my own bluff.... Must you really go so soon?"
"Good afternoon," she returned demurely; and ran down the steps and off to her boat.
Smiling quietly to himself, Whitaker watched her cast the boat off, get under way, and swing it out of sight behind the trees. Then his smile wavered and faded and gave place to a look of acute discontent.
He rose and limped indoors to ransack Ember"s wardrobe for evening clothes--which he failed, perhaps fortunately, to find.
He regarded with an overwhelming sense of desolation the tremendous arid waste of time which must intervene before he dared expect her: a good four hours--no, four and a half, since she would in all likelihood dine at a sensible hour, say about eight o"clock. By half-past eight, then, he might begin to look for her; but, since she was indisputably no woman to cheapen herself, she would probably keep him waiting till nearly nine.
Colossal waste of time, impossible to contemplate without exacerbation...!
To make matters worse, Sum Fat innocently enough served Whitaker"s dinner promptly at six, under the misapprehension that a decent consideration for his foot would induce the young man to seek his bed something earlier than usual.
Three mortal hours to fritter away in profitless antic.i.p.ation ...