Letty cried out: "So that when she"d be with him she"d understand everything, and not be able to tell him anything."
"I"m afraid," he smiled, "that that"s what"s ahead of her, poor thing."
"Oh, but that--" she could hardly utter her distress--"Oh, but that"s worse than anything in the world."
He looked up at her curiously. "Would you rather I didn"t go on?"
"No, no; please. I--I want to hear it all."
At The Hindoo Lantern Mr. Gorry Larrabin and Mr. Judson Flack found themselves elbow to elbow outside the rooms where their respective ladies were putting the final touches to their hats and hair before entering the grand circle. It was an opportunity especially on Gorry"s part, to seal the peace which had been signed so recently.
"h.e.l.lo, Judson. What"s the prospects in oil?" Judson"s tone was pessimistic. "Not a thing doin", Gorry. Awful slow bunch, that lump of nuts I"m in with on this. Mentioned your name to one or two of "em; but no enterprise. Boneheads that wouldn"t know a white man from a crane." That he understood what Gorry understood became clear as he continued: "Friend o" mine at the Excelsior pa.s.ses me the tip that they"ve held up that play they were goin" to put my girl into. Can"t get anyone else that would swing the part. Waitin" for her to turn up again. I suppose you haven"t heard anything, Gorry?"
Gorry looked him in the eyes as straight as was possible for a man with a cast in the left one. "Not a thing, Judson; not a thing."
The accent was so truthful that Judson gave his friend a long comprehending look. He was sure that Gorry would never speak with such sincerity if he was sincere.
"Well, I"m on the job, Gorry," he a.s.sured him, "and one of these days you"ll hear from me."
"I"m on the job too, Judson; and one of these days----"
But as Mademoiselle Coucoul emerged from the dressing-room and shed radiance, Gorry was obliged to go forward.
Chapter XX
It was May.
In spite of her conviction that she knew what to do and how it to do it, Barbara perceived that at the end of seven months they were much where they had been in the previous October. If there was a change it was that all three, Rashleigh, Letty, and herself, had grown strained and intense.
Outwardly they strove to maintain a semblance of friendship. For that Barbara had worked hard, and in a measure had succeeded. She had held Rash; she had won Letty.
She had more than won Letty; she had trained her. All that in seven months a woman of the world could do for an unformed and ignorant child she had done. Her experience at Bleary Street had helped her in this; and Letty had been quick. She had seized not only those small points of speech and action foundational to rising in the world, but the point of view of those who had risen. She knew how, Barbara was sure, that there were certain things impossible to people such as those among whom she had been thrown.
Since it was May it was the end of a season, and the minute Barbara had long ago chosen for a masterstroke. Each of the others felt the crisis as near as she did herself.
"It"s got to end," Letty confessed to her, as amid the soft loveliness of springtime, they were again driving in the Park.
Barbara chose her words. "I suppose he feels that too."
"Then why don"t he let me end it?"
"I fancy that that"s a difficult position for a man. If you ask his permission beforehand he feels obliged to say----"
"And perhaps," Letty suggested, "he"s too tender-hearted."
"That"s part of it. He _is_ tender-hearted. Besides that, his position is grotesque--a man with whom two women are in love. To one of them he"s been nominally married, while to the other he"s bound by every tie of honor. No wonder he doesn"t see his way. If he moves toward the one he hurts the other--a man to whom it"s agony to hurt a fly."
"Does the other girl still feel the way she did?"
"She"s killing herself. She"s breaking her heart. n.o.body knows it but him and her--and even he doesn"t take it in. But she is."
"I suppose she thinks I"m something awful."
"Does it matter to you what she thinks?"
"I don"t want her to hate me."
"Oh, I shouldn"t say she did that. She feels that, considering everything, you might have acted with more decision."
"But he won"t let me."
"And he never will, if you wait for that."
"Then what do you think I ought to do?"
"That"s where I find you weak, Letty, since you ask me the question.
No one can tell you what to do--and he least of all. It"s a situation in which one of you must withdraw--either you or the other girl. But, don"t you see? he can"t say so to either."
"And if one of us must withdraw you think it should be me."
"I have to leave that to you. You"re the one who b.u.t.ted in. I know it wasn"t your fault--that the fault was his entirely; but we recognize the fact that he"s--how shall I put it?--not quite responsible. We women have to take the burden of the thing on ourselves, if it"s ever to be put right."
In her corner of the car Letty thought this over. The impression on her mind was the deeper since, for several months past, she had watched the prince growing more and more unhappy. He was less nervous than he used to be, less excitable; and for that he had told her the credit was due to herself. "You soothe me," he had once said to her, in words she would always treasure; and yet as his irritability decreased his unhappiness seemed to grow. She could only infer that he was mourning over the girl to whom he was engaged, and on whom he had inflicted a great wrong. For the last few weeks Letty"s mind had occupied itself with her almost more than with the prince himself.
"Do you think I shall ever see her?" she asked, suddenly now.
Barbara reflected. "I think you could if you wanted to."
"Should you arrange it?"
"I could."
"You"re sure she"d be willing to see me?"
"Yes; I know she would."
"When could you do it?"
"Whenever you like."
"Soon?"