"Or whether to establish a trust----"
"I should do that decidedly."
"And let it fall into the hands of a pack of men."
"It will fall into the hands of a pack of men, whatever you do with it."
"And yet if you had it in charge----"
"Some man would get hold of it, Aunt Marion."
"Which is what I"m debating. I"m not so very sure----"
"That I shall marry in the end?"
"Well, you"re not married yet ... and if you were to change your mind ... the world has such a need of consecrated women with men so unscrupulous and irresponsible ... we must break their power some day ... and now that we"ve got the opportunity ... all I want you to understand is that if you shouldn"t marry there"d be a great career in store for you...."
Chapter XIX
By the end of twenty-four hours the possibility of this great career quickened Barbara"s zeal for taking a hand in Letty"s education. Not only did that impulse of furious jealousy, by which she meant at first to leave it wholly to Rash, begin to seem dangerous, but there was a world to consider and throw off the scent. Now that Augusta Chancellor knew that the girl was beneath Rash"s roof all their acquaintances would sooner or later be in possession of the fact. It was Barbara"s part, therefore, to play the game in such a way that a bit of quixotism would be the most foolish thing of which Rash would be suspected.
That she would be playing a game she knew in advance. She must hide her suspicions; she must control her sufferings. She must pretend to have confidence in Rash, when at heart she cried against him as an infant and a fool. Never was woman in such a ridiculous situation as that into which she had been thrust; never was heart so wild to ease itself by invective and denunciation; and never was the padlock fixed so firmly on the lips. Hour by hour the man she loved was being weaned and won away from her; and she must stand by with grimacing smiles, instead of throwing up her arms in dramatic gestures and calling on her G.o.ds to smite and smash and annihilate.
Since, however, she had a game to play, a game she would play, though she did it quivering with protest and repulsion.
"Do you mind if I take the car this afternoon, Aunt Marion, since you"re not going to use it."
"Take it of course; but where are you going?"
"I thought I would ask that protegee of Rash Allerton"s, of whom we were speaking yesterday, to come for a drive with me. But if you"d rather I didn"t----"
"I"ve nothing to do with it. It"s entirely for you to say. The car is yours, of course."
The invitation being transmitted by telephone Steptoe urged Letty to accept it. "It"ll be all in the wye of madam"s gettin" used to things--a bit at a time like."
"But I don"t think she likes me."
"If madam won"t stop to think whether people likes "er or not I think madam "d get for"arder. Besides madam"ll pretty generally always find as love-call wykes love-echo, as the syin" goes."
Which, as a matter of fact, was what Letty did find. She found it from the minute of entering the car and taking her seat, when Miss Walbrook exclaimed heartily: "What a lovely dress! And the hat"s too sweet!
Suits you exactly, doesn"t it? My dear, I"ve the greatest bother ever to find a hat that doesn"t make me look like a scarecrow."
From the naturalness of the tone there was no suspecting the cost of these words to the speaker, and the subject was one in which Letty was at home. In turn she could compliment Miss Walbrook"s appearance, duly admiring the toque of prune-colored velvet, with a little bunch of roses artfully disposed, and the coat of prune-colored Harris tweed.
In further discussing the length of the new skirts and the chances of the tight corset coming back they found topics of common interest. The fact that they were the topics which came readiest to the lips of both made it possible to maintain the conversation at its normal give-and-take, while each could pursue the line of her own summing up of the other.
To Letty Miss Walbrook seemed friendlier than she had expected, only spasmodically so. Her kindly moods came in spurts of which the inspiration soon gave out. "I think she"s sad," was Letty"s comment to herself. Sadness, in Letty"s use of words, covered all the emotions not distinctly cheerful or hilarious.
She knew nothing about Miss Walbrook, except that it appeared from this conversation that she lived with an aunt, whose car they were using. That she was a friend of the prince"s had been several times repeated, but all information ended there. To Letty she seemed old--between thirty and forty. Had she known her actual age she would still have seemed old from her knowledge of the world and general sophistication. Letty"s own lack of sophistication kept her a child when she was nearly twenty-three. That Miss Walbrook was the girl to whom the prince was engaged had not yet crossed her thought.
At the same time, since she knew that girl she brought her to the forefront of Letty"s consciousness. She was never far from the forefront of her consciousness, and of late speculation concerning her had become more active. If she approached the subject with the prince he reddened and grew ill at ease. The present seemed, therefore, an opportunity to be utilized.
They were deep in the northerly avenues of the Park, when apropos of the dress topic, Letty said, suddenly: "I suppose she"s awfully stylish--the girl he"s engaged to."
The response was laconic: "She"s said to be."
"Is she pretty?"
"I don"t think you could say that."
"Then what does he see in her?"
"Whatever people do see in those they"re in love with. I"m afraid I"m not able to define it."
Dropping back into her corner Letty sighed. She knew this mystery existed, the mystery of falling in love for reasons no one was able to explain. It was the ground on which she hoped that at first sight someone would fall in love with her. If he didn"t do it for reasons beyond explanation he would, of course, not do it at all.
It was some minutes before another question trembled to her lips.
"Does she--does she know about me?"
"Oh, naturally."
"And did she--did she feel very bad?"
Barbara"s long eyes slid round in Letty"s direction, though the head was not turned. "How should you feel yourself, if it had happened to you?"
"It"d kill me."
"Well, then?" She let Letty draw her own conclusions before adding: "It"s nearly killed her."
Letty cowered. She had never thought of this. That she herself suffered she knew; that the prince suffered she also knew; but that this unknown girl, whatever her folly, lay smitten to the heart brought a new complication into her ideas. "Even if he ever did come to--" she held up her unspoken sentence there--"I"d ha" stolen him from her."
There was little more conversation after that. Each had her motives for reflections and silences. They were nearing the end of the drive when Letty said again:
"What would you do if you was--if you were--me?"
"I"d do whatever I felt to be highest."
To Letty this was a beautiful reply, and proof of a beautiful nature.
Moreover, it was indirectly a compliment to herself, in that she could be credited with doing what she felt to be highest as well as anyone else. In her life hitherto she had been figuratively kicked and beaten into doing what she couldn"t resist. Now she was considered capable of acting worthily of her own accord. It inspired a new sentiment toward Miss Walbrook.
She thought, too, that Miss Walbrook liked her a little better.
Perhaps it was the fulfillment of Steptoe"s adage, love-call wakes love-echo. She was sure that somehow this call had gone out from her to Miss Walbrook, and that it hadn"t gone out in vain.
It hadn"t gone out in vain, in that Miss Walbrook was able to say to herself, with some conviction, "That"s the way it will have to be done." It was a way of which her experiences in Bleary Street had made her skeptical. Among those whom she called the lower orders innocence, ingenuousness, and integrity were qualities for which she had ceased to look. She didn"t look for them anywhere with much confidence; but she had long ago come to the conclusion that the poor were schemers, and were obliged to be schemers because they were poor. Something in Letty impressed her otherwise. "That"s the way," she continued to nod to herself. "It"s no use trusting to Rash. I"ll get her; and she"ll get him; and so we shall work it."