He undressed rapidly, and lighting the briar pipe which he had not cared to smoke in the genteel society at the theater, he lay on the outside of the bed.
"Better now, old girl?"
"Yes. I"m all right, Will. Dear old boy--I"m all right."
Lying on the bed and immensely enjoying his delayed pipe, he watched her. She wandered about the room, moved one of the two candles from the mantel-shelf to the chest of drawers, put her blouse on the seat of a chair and her skirt across the back of it. Then with slow graceful movements she began to uncoil her hair, and as her smooth white arms went up and down, the candlelight sent gigantic wavering shadows across the wall-paper to the ceiling. Beneath one of her elbows he could see right out through the open window into a dark void. From his position on the bed nothing was visible out there, but he could fill it if he cared to do so--the scattered dust of street lamps below and the scattered dust of solar systems above.
Soon he puffed lazily, drowsily; then he nodded, and then the pipe fell from his mouth.
"Hullo!" And muttering, he roused himself. "I must "a" dropped off.
Might "a" set the bed on fire."
Mavis, in her chemise and stockings now, with her hair down, was still at the dressing-table. She did not turn when he spoke to her. While he dozed she had fetched the other candle, and in the double light she was staring intently at the reflection of her face in the looking-gla.s.s.
Dale slipped softly off the bed, moved across to the dressing-table, and with explosive vigor clasped her in his arms.
"Oh, how you frightened me!" She had given a little squeal, and she tried to release herself. "Let me go--please."
"Rot!" And he lifted her from the ground, and carried her across to the bed.
"Will--let me go. I--I"m tired;" and she began to cry. "Be kind to me, Will." The words came in feeble entreaty, between weak sobs. "Be kind to me--my husband--not only now--but always."
She sobbed and shivered; and he, holding her in his arms, soothed her with gentle murmurs. "My pretty Mav! My poor little bird. Go to sleepy-by, then. Tuck her up, and send her to sleep, a dear little Mav." At the touch of her coldly trembling limbs, at the sight of her tears, all the sensual desire lessened its throb, and the purer side of his love began to subjugate him. That was the greatest of her powers--to tame the beast in him, to lift him from the depths to the heights, to make him feel as though he was her father instead of her lover, because she herself was pure and good as a child.
"There--there, don"t cry, my pretty Mav."
And she, melting beneath the gentleness and tenderness of his caresses, wept in pity of herself. "Yes, I"m tired--dead-tired." And the tears flowed unchecked, blotting out emotion, reason, instinct, swamping her in floods of self-pity. "Let me sleep--and let me forget.
Oh, let me forget what I"ve gone through these last two days."
"Anyways, it"s over now."
"Yes, it"s over. Oh, thank G.o.d in Heaven, it"s over and done with."
"Just so." And there was a change in the tone of his voice that she might have noticed, but did not. "Just so--but you"re talking rather strange, come to think of it."
His arms slowly relaxed, and he let her slide out of his embrace. She sank down wearily upon the pillow, closed her eyes, and for a little while went on talking drowsily and inconsecutively.
"Shut up," he said suddenly. "Hold your tongue. I"m thinking."
Then almost immediately he turned, and, with his hands upon her shoulders, looked down into her face.
"Why didn"t you go to church yesterday?"
"What did you say, Will?"
"I said, why didn"t you go to church yesterday?"
"Oh--I really didn"t care to go."
"That wasn"t like you--you so fond of the Abbey Church. Did your Aunt go?"
"Yes."
"You said this afternoon she didn"t go."
"She did go. I remember now."
"Ah! Another thing! That actor-feller--what d"yer call "im--him that you counted on and didn"t find--Chugwun!"
"Yes."
"You see the name in the paper?"
"Yes."
"You didn"t aarpen t"see it on the boards outside the theater?"
"No."
She was wide awake and quite sober now. But her limbs were trembling again, and her eyes seemed preposterously large as they stared up at him from the white face. "Will!" And she spoke fast and piteously; "don"t look at me like this. What"s come to you? Why do you ask me such a pack of questions?" And she tried to laugh. "At such a time of night!"
"Bide a bit, my la.s.s. I"m just thinking."
Where had the thoughts come from?--out of blank s.p.a.ce?--from nowhere?
Yet here they were, filling his head, multiplying, expanding, making his blood rattle like boiling water in a tube as it rushed up to nourish their monstrous growth.
"Will, let go my shoulders. You hurt. Get into the bed--and be sensible. I"ll answer all questions in the morning."
"No, I think I"ll have the answers now."
He went on questioning her, and his hands growing heavier crushed her shoulders so that she thought he would break the bones and joints.
"What train did you come up by this morning?"
"The nine o"clock."
"What! D"you mean you went right across from North Ride to Rodchurch Road?"
"Oh, no. I caught it at Manninglea Cross."
"Did you, then? An" s"pose I was to tell you the nine o"clock don"t stop at Manninglea Cross!"
"Will! Loosen your hands. It does stop--it did stop there this morning."
"Yes, it did stop--and so it does all mornings. But a fat lot you know about it. And for why? You weren"t in it."
"I was--I really was. Will--don"t go on so cruel."
"Oh, but I _am_ going on." He had lowered his face close to hers, and his hot breath beat upon her cold cheeks. "Now, give me the explanation of what you let slip about going through so much these last two days. What was the precise sense o" _that_?"