"He said he"d marry me, he swore he was rich--and he was a spender all right. And then some guy came up to me one night at Gruber"s and told me he was married already."

"What?" Janet exclaimed.

"Sure! He"s got a wife and two kids here in Boston. That was a twenty-one round knockout! Maybe I didn"t have something to tell him when he blew into Hampton last Friday! But he said he couldn"t help it--he loved me." Lise sat up, seemingly finding relief in the relation of her wrongs, dabbing her eyes with a cheap lace handkerchief. "Well, while he"d been away--this thing came. I didn"t know what was the matter at first, and when I found out I was scared to death, I was ready to kill myself. When I told him he was scared too, and then he said he"d fix it. Say, I was a goat to think he"d marry me!" Lise laughed hysterically.

"And then--" Janet spoke with difficulty, "and then you came down here?"

"I told him he"d have to see me through, I"d start something if he didn"t. Say, he almost got down on his knees, right there in Gruber"s!

But he came back inside of ten seconds--he"s a jollier, for sure, he was right there with the goods, it was because he loved me, he couldn"t help himself, I was his cutie, and all that kind of baby talk."

Lise"s objective manner of speaking about her seducer amazed Janet.

"Do you love him?" she asked.

"Say, what is love?" Lise demanded. "Do you ever run into it outside of the movies? Do I love him? Well, he"s a good looker and a fancy dresser, he ain"t a tight wad, and he can start a laugh every minute. If he hadn"t put it over on me I wouldn"t have been so sore. I don"t know he ain"t so bad. He"s weak, that"s the trouble with him."

This was the climax! Lise"s mental processes, her tendency to pa.s.s from wild despair to impersonal comment, her inability, her courtesan"s temperament that prevented her from realizing tragedy for more than a moment at a time--even though the tragedy were her own--were incomprehensible to Janet.

"Get on to this," Lise adjured her. "When I first was acquainted with him he handed me a fairy tale that he was taking five thousand a year from Humphrey and Gillmount, he was going into the firm. He had me razzle-dazzled. He"s some hypnotizes as a salesman, too, they say.

Nothing was too good for me; I saw myself with a house on the avenue shopping in a limousine. Well, he blew up, but I can"t help liking him."

"Liking him!" cried Janet pa.s.sionately. "I"d kill him that"s what I"d do."

Lise regarded her with unwilling admiration.

"That"s where you and me is different," she declared. "I wish I was like that, but I ain"t. And where would I come in? Now you"re wise why I can"t go back to Hampton. Even if I was stuck on the burg and cryin" my eyes out for the Bagatelle I couldn"t go back."

"What are you going to do?" Janet demanded.

"Well," said Lise, "he"s come across--I"ll say that for him. Maybe it"s because he"s scared, but he"s stuck on me, too. When you dropped in I was just going down town to get a pair of patent leathers, these are all wore out," she explained, twisting her foot, "they ain"t fit for Boston.

And I thought of lookin" at blouses--there"s a sale on I was reading about in the paper. Say, it"s great to be on easy street, to be able to stay in bed until you"re good and ready to get up and go shopping, to gaze at the girls behind the counter and ask the price of things. I"m going to Walling"s and give the salesladies the ha-ha--that"s what I"m going to do."

"But--?" Janet found words inadequate.

Lise understood her.

"Oh, I"m due at the doctor"s this afternoon."

"Where?"

"The doctor"s. Don"t you get me?--it"s a private hospital." Lise gave a slight shudder at the word, but instantly recovered her sang-froid.

"Howard fixed it up yesterday--and they say it ain"t very bad if you take it early."

For a s.p.a.ce Janet was too profoundly shocked to reply.

"Lise! That"s a crime!" she cried.

"Crime, nothing!" retorted Lise, and immediately became indignant. "Say, I sometimes wonder how you could have lived all these years without catching on to a few things! What do you take me for! What"d I do with a baby?"

What indeed! The thought came like an avalanche, stripping away the veneer of beauty from the face of the world, revealing the scarred rock and crushed soil beneath. This was reality! What right had society to compel a child to be born to degradation and prost.i.tution? to beget, perhaps, other children of suffering? Were not she and Lise of the exploited, of those duped and tempted by the fair things the more fortunate enjoyed unscathed? And now, for their natural cravings, their family must be disgraced, they must pay the penalty of outcasts!

Neither Lise nor she had had a chance. She saw that, now. The scorching revelation of life"s injustice lighted within her the fires of anarchy and revenge. Lise, other women might submit tamely to be crushed, might be lulled and drugged by bribes: she would not. A wild desire seized her to get back to Hampton.

"Give me the address of the hospital," she said.

"Come off!" cried Lise, in angry bravado. "Do you think I"m going to let you b.u.t.t into this? I guess you"ve got enough to do to look out for your own business."

Janet produced a pencil from her bag, and going to the table tore off a piece of the paper in which had been wrapped the candy box.

"Give me the address," she insisted.

"Say, what are you going to do?"

"I want to know where you are, in case anything happens to you."

"Anything happens! What do you mean?" Janet"s words had frightened Lise, the withdrawal of Janet"s opposition bewildered her. But above all, she was cowed by the sudden change in Janet herself, by the att.i.tude of steely determination eloquent of an animus persons of Lise"s type are incapable of feeling, and which to them is therefore incomprehensible.

"Nothing"s going to happen to me," she whined. "The place is all right--he"d be scared to send me there if it wasn"t. It costs something, too. Say, you ain"t going to tell "em at home?" she cried with a fresh access of alarm.

"If you do as I say, I won"t tell anybody," Janet replied, in that odd, impersonal tone her voice had acquired. "You must write me as soon--as soon as it is over. Do you understand?"

"Honest to G.o.d I will," Lise a.s.sured her.

"And you mustn"t come back to a house like this."

"Where"ll I go?" Lise asked.

"I don"t know. We"ll find out when the time comes," said Janet, significantly.

"You"ve seen him!" Lise exclaimed.

"No," said Janet, "and I don"t want to see him unless I have to. Mr.

Tiernan has seen him. Mr. Tiernan is downstairs now, waiting for me."

"Johnny Tiernan! Is Johnny Tiernan downstairs?"

Janet wrote the address, and thrust the slip of paper in her bag.

"Good-bye, Lise," she said. "I"ll come down again I"ll come down whenever you want me." Lise suddenly seized her and clung to her, sobbing. For a while Janet submitted, and then, kissing her, gently detached herself. She felt, indeed, pity for Lise, but something within her seemed to have hardened--something that pity could not melt, possessing her and thrusting heron to action. She knew not what action.

So strong was this thing that it overcame and drove off the evil spirits of that darkened house as she descended the stairs to join Mr. Tiernan, who opened the door for her to pa.s.s out. Once in the street, she breathed deeply of the sunlit air. Nor did she observe Mr. Tiernan"s glance of comprehension.... When they arrived at the North Station he said:--"You"ll be wanting a bite of dinner, Miss Janet," and as she shook her head he did not press her to eat. He told her that a train for Hampton left in ten minutes. "I think I"ll stay in Boston the rest of the day, as long as I"m here," he added.

She remembered that she had not thanked him, she took his hand, but he cut her short.

"It"s glad I was to help you," he a.s.sured her. "And if there"s anything more I can do, Miss Janet, you"ll be letting me know--you"ll call on Johnny Tiernan, won"t you?"

He left her at the gate. He had intruded with no advice, he had offered no comment that she had come downstairs alone, without Lise. His confidence in her seemed never to have wavered. He had respected, perhaps partly imagined her feelings, and in spite of these now a sense of grat.i.tude to him stole over her, mitigating the intensity of their bitterness. Mr. Tiernan alone seemed stable in a chaotic world. He was a man.

No sooner was she in the train, however, than she forgot Mr. Tiernan utterly. Up to the present the mental process of dwelling upon her own experience of the last three months had been unbearable, but now she was able to take a fearful satisfaction in the evolving of parallels between her case and Lise"s. Despite the fact that the memories she had cherished were now become hideous things, she sought to drag them forth and compare them, ruthlessly, with what must have been the treasures of Lise. Were her own any less tawdry? Only she, Janet, had been the greater fool of the two, the greater dupe because she had allowed herself to dream, to believe that what she had done had been for love, for light! because she had not listened to the warning voice within her!

It had always been on the little, unpremeditated acts of Ditmar that she had loved to linger, and now, in the light of Lise"s testimony, of Lise"s experience, she saw them all as false. It seemed incredible, now, that she had ever deceived herself into thinking that Ditmar meant to marry her, that he loved her enough to make her his wife. Nor was it necessary to summon and marshal incidents to support this view, they came of themselves, crowding one another, a c.u.mulative and appalling array of evidence, before which she stood bitterly amazed at her former stupidity. And in the events of yesterday, which she pitilessly reviewed, she beheld a deliberate and prearranged plan for her betrayal.

Had he not telephoned to Boston for the rooms, rehea.r.s.ed in his own mind every detail of what had subsequently happened? Was there any essential difference between the methods of Ditmar and Duval? Both were skilled in the same art, and Ditmar was the cleverer of the two. It had only needed her meeting with Lise, in that house, to reveal how he had betrayed her faith and her love, sullied and besmirched them. And then came the odd reflection,--how strange that that same Sunday had been so fateful for herself and Lise!

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