This philosophy of the indisputable and the sensible brimmed the measure. "What would you think of me," said she, in her pleasantest, most deliberately irritating way in the world, "if I were to insist that you get up late and breakfast late? You should learn to let live as well as to live. You are too fond of trying to compel everybody to do as you wish."
"I make "em see that what I wish is what they ought. That"s not compelling."
"It"s even more unpopular."
"I"m not looking for popularity, but for success."
"Well, please don"t annoy me in the mornings hereafter."
"You don"t seem to realize you"ve renounced your foolish idlers and all their ways, and have joined the working cla.s.ses." His good humor had come back with breakfast; he had finished two large trout, much bread and marmalade and coffee--and it had given her a pleasure that somehow seemed vulgar and forbidden to see him eat so vastly, with such obvious delight. As he made his jest about her entry into the working cla.s.ses--she who suggested a queen bee, to employ the labors of a whole army of willing toilers, while she herself toiled not--he was tilted back at his ease, smoking a cigarette and watching the sunbeams sparkle in the waves of her black hair like jewels showered there. "You"re surely quite well again," he went on, the trend of his thought so hidden that he did not see it himself.
"I don"t feel especially well," said she, instantly on guard.
He laughed. "You"d not dare say that to yourself in the mirror. You have wonderful color. Your eyes--there never was anything so clear. You were always straight--that was one of the things I admired about you. But now, you seem to be straight without the slightest effort--the natural straightness of a sapling."
This was most agreeable, for she loved compliments, liked to discover that the charms which she herself saw in herself were really there. But encouraging such talk was not compatible with the course she had laid out for herself with him. She continued silent and cold.
"If you"d only go to sleep early, and get up early, and drop all that the railway train carried us away from, you"d be as happy as the birds and the deer and the fish."
"I shall not change my habits," said she tartly. "I hope you"ll drop the subject."
He leaned across the table toward her, the same charm now in his face and in his voice that had drawn her when she first heard him in public speech. "Let"s suppose I"m a woodchopper, and you are my wife. We"ve never been anywhere but just here. We"re going to live here all our lives--just you and I--and no one else--and we don"t want any one else.
And we love each other--"
It was very alluring, but there was duty frowning upon her yielding senses. "Please don"t let that smoke drift into my face," said she crossly. "It"s choking me."
He flung away the cigarette. "Beg pardon," he muttered, between anger and humility. "Thought you didn"t mind smoking."
She was ashamed of herself, and grew still angrier. "If you"d only think about some one beside yourself once in a while," said she. "You quite wear people out, with your everlasting thinking and talking about yourself."
"You"d better stop that midnight reading," flared he. "Your temper is going to the devil."
She rose with great dignity; with an expression that seemed to send him tumbling and her soaring she went into the house.
In some moods he would have lain where he fell for quite a while. But his mood of delight in her charms as a woman had completely eclipsed his deference for her charms as a lady. He hesitated only a second, then followed her, overtook her at the entrance to her room. She, hearing him coming, did not face about and put him back in his place with one haughty look. Instead, she in impulsive, most ill-timed panic, quickened her step. When the woman flees, the man, if there be any manhood in him, pursues. He caught her, held her fast.
"Let me go!" she cried, not with the compelling force of offended dignity, but with the hysterical ineffectiveness of terror. "You are rough. You hurt."
He laughed, turned her about in his arms until she was facing him. "The odor of those pines, out there," he said, "makes me drunk, and the odor of your hair makes me insane." And he was kissing her--those fierce, strong caresses that at once repelled and compelled her.
"I hate you!" she panted. "I hate you!"
"Oh, no, you don"t," retorted he. "That isn"t what"s in your eyes." And he held her so tightly that she was almost crying out with pain.
"Please--please!" she gasped. And she wrenched to free herself. One of his hands slipped, his nail tore a long gash in her neck; the blood spurted out, she gave a loud cry, an exaggerated cry--for the pain, somehow, had a certain pleasure in it. He released her, stared vacantly at the wound he had made. She rushed into her room, slammed the door and locked it.
"Margaret!" he implored.
She did not answer; he knew she would not. He sat miserably at her door for an hour, then wandered out into the woods, and stayed there until dinner-time.
When he came in she was sitting by the lake, reading a French novel. To him, who knew only his own language, there was something peculiarly refined and elegant about her ability at French; he thought, as did she, that she spoke French like a native, though, in fact, her accent was almost British, and her understanding of it was just about what can be expected in a person who has never made a thorough study of any language. As he advanced toward her she seemed unconscious of his presence. But she was seeing him distinctly, and so ludicrous a figure of shy and sheepish contrition was he making that she with difficulty restrained her laughter. He glanced guiltily at the long, red scratch on the pallid whiteness of her throat.
"I"m ashamed of myself," said he humbly. "I"m not fit to touch a person like you. I--I--"
She was not so mean as she had thought she would be. "It was nothing,"
said she pleasantly, if distantly. "Is dinner ready?"
Once more she had him where she wished--abject, apologetic, conscious of the high honor of merely being permitted to a.s.sociate with her. She could relax and unbend again; she was safe from his cyclones.
CHAPTER XXII
GETTING ACQUAINTED
Her opportunity definitely to begin her campaign to lift him up out of politics finally came. She had been doing something in that direction almost every day. She must be careful not to alarm his vanity of being absolute master of his own destiny. The idea of leaving politics and practising law in New York, must seem to originate and to grow in his own brain; she would seem to be merely a.s.senting. Also, it was a delicate matter because the basic reason for the change was money; and it was her cue as a lady, refined and sensitive and wholly free from sordidness, so to act that he would think her loftily indifferent to money. She had learned from dealing with her grandmother that the way to get the most money was by seeming ignorant of money values, a cover behind which she could shame Madam Bowker into giving a great deal more than she would have given on direct and specific demand. For instance, she could get more from the old lady than could her mother, who explained just what she wanted the money for and acted as if the giving were a great favor. No, she must never get with him on a footing where he could discuss money matters frankly with her; she must simply make him realize how attractive luxury was, how necessary it was to her, how confidently she looked to him to provide it, how blindly, in her ignorance of money and all sordid matters, she trusted to him to maintain her as a wife such as she must be maintained. She knew she did not understand him thoroughly--"we"ve been so differently brought up."
But she felt that the kind of life that pleased her and dazzled him must be the kind he really wished to lead--and would see he wished to lead, once he extricated himself, with her adroit a.s.sistance, from the kind of life to which his vociferous pretenses had committed him.
Whether her subtleties in furtherance of creating a sane state of mind in him had penetrated to him, she could not tell. In the earliest step of their acquaintance she had studied him as a matrimonial possibility, after the habit of young women with each unattached man they add to their list of acquaintances. And she had then discovered that whenever he was seriously revolving any matter he never spoke of it; he would be voluble about everything and anything else under the sun, would seem to be unbosoming himself of his bottommost secret of thought and action, but would not let escape so much as the smallest hint of what was really engaging his whole mind. It was this discovery that had set her to disregarding his seeming of colossal, of fatuous egotism, and had started her toward an estimate of him wholly different from the current estimate. Now, was he thinking of their future, or was it some other matter that occupied his real mind while he talked on and on, usually of himself? She could not tell; she hoped it was, but she dared not try to find out.
They were at their mail, which one of the guides had just brought. He interrupted his reading to burst out: "How they do tempt a man! Now, there"s"--and he struck the open letter in his hand with a flourishing, egotistic gesture--"an offer from the General Steel Company. They want me as their chief counsel at fifty thousand a year and the privilege of doing other work that doesn"t conflict."
Fifty thousand a year! Margaret discreetly veiled her glistening eyes.
"It"s the fourth offer of the same sort," he went on, "since we"ve been up here--since it was given out that I"d be Attorney-General as soon as old Stillwater retires. The people pay me seventy-five hundred a year.
They take all my time. They make it impossible for me to do anything outside. They watch and suspect and grumble. And I could be making my two hundred thousand a year or more."
He was rattling on complacently, patting himself on the back, and, in his effort to pose as a marvel of patriotic self-sacrifice, carefully avoiding any suggestion that mere money seemed to him a very poor thing beside the honor of high office, the direction of great affairs, the flattering columns of newspaper praise and censure, the general agitation of eighty millions over him. "Sometimes I"m almost tempted to drop politics," he went on, "and go in for the spoils. What do you think?"
She was taken completely off guard. She hadn"t the faintest notion that this was his way of getting at her real mind. But she was too feminine to walk straight into the trap. "I don"t know," said she, with well-simulated indifference, as if her mind were more than half on her own letter. "I haven"t given the matter any thought." Carelessly: "Where would we live if you accepted this offer?"
"New York, of course. You prefer Washington, don"t you?"
"No, I believe I"d like New York better. I"ve a great many friends there. While there isn"t such a variety of people, the really nice New Yorkers are the most attractive people in America. And one can live so well in New York."
"I"d sink into a forgotten obscurity," pursued the crafty Joshua. "I"d be nothing but a corporation lawyer, a well-paid fetch-and-carry for the rich thieves that huddle together there."
"Oh, you"d be famous wherever you are, I"m sure," replied she with judicious enthusiasm. "Besides, you"d have fame with the real people."
His head reared significantly. But, to draw her on, he said: "That"s true. That"s true," as if reflecting favorably.
"Yes, I think I"d like New York," continued she, all unsuspicious. "I don"t care much for politics. I hate to think of a man of your abilities at the mercy of the mob. In New York you could make a really great career."
"Get rich--be right in the social swim--and you too," suggested he.
"It certainly is very satisfactory to feel one is of the best people.
And I"m sure you"d not care to have me mix up with all sorts, as politicians" wives have to do."