Margaret was looking her best. White was extremely becoming to her; pink--pale pink--being next in order. Her dress was of white, with facings of delicate pale pink, and the white plumes in her hat were based in pale pink, which also lined the inside of the brim. She watched him, and, now that it was once more his personality pitted directly and wholly against hers, she, in spite of herself, began to yield to him again her respect--the respect every intelligent person must feel for an individuality that is erect and strong. But as she was watching, her expression was that of simply listening, without comment or intention to reply--an expression of which she was perfect mistress. Her hazel eyes, set in dark lashes, her sensuous mouth, her pallid skin, smooth and healthy, seemed the climax of allurement to which all the lines of her delightful figure pointed. To another woman it would have been obvious that she was amusing herself by trying to draw him under the spell of physical attraction; a man would have thought her a mere pa.s.sive listener, perhaps one concealing boredom, would have thought her movements to bring now this charm and now that to his attention were simply movements of restlessness, indications of an impatience difficult to control. He broke off abruptly. "What are you thinking?" he demanded.
She gave no sign of triumph at having accomplished her purpose--at having forced his thoughts to leave his pet subject, himself, and center upon her. "I was thinking," said she reflectively, "what a brave whistler you are."
"Whistler?"
"Whistling to keep up your courage. No, rather, whistling FOR courage.
You are on your knees before wealth and social position, and you wish to convince yourself--and the world--that you despise them."
"_I_? Wealth? Social position?" Craig exclaimed, or rather, bl.u.s.tered.
And, red and confused, he was at a loss for words.
"Yes--you," a.s.serted she, in her quiet, tranquil way. "Don"t bl.u.s.ter at me. You didn"t bl.u.s.ter at the Court this morning." She laughed softly, eyeing him with friendly sarcasm. "You see, I"m "on to" you, Mr. Craig."
Their eyes met--a resolute encounter. He frowned fiercely, and as his eyes were keen and blue-green, and, backed by a tremendous will, the odds seemed in his favor. But soon his frown relaxed; a smile replaced it--a handsome acknowledgment of defeat, a humorous confession that she was indeed "on to" him. "I like you," he said graciously.
"I don"t know that I can say the same of you," replied she, no answering smile in her eyes or upon her lips, but a seriousness far more flattering.
"That"s right!" exclaimed he. "Frankness--absolute frankness. You are the only intelligent woman I have met here who seems to have any sweetness left in her."
"Sweetness? This is a strange place to look for sweetness. One might as well expect to find it in a crowd of boys sc.r.a.pping for pennies, or in a pack of hounds chasing a fox."
"But that isn"t all of life," protested Craig.
"It"s all of life among our sort of people--the ambitious socially and otherwise."
Josh beamed upon her admiringly. "You"ll do," approved he. "We shall be friends. We ARE friends."
The gently satiric smile her face had borne as she was talking became personal to him. "You are confident," said she.
He nodded emphatically. "I am. I always get what I want."
"I"m sorry to say I don"t. But I can say that at least I never take what I don"t want."
"That means," said he, "you may not want my friendship."
"Obviously," replied she. And she rose and put out her hand.
"Don"t go yet," cried he. "We are just beginning to get acquainted. The other day I misjudged you. I thought you insignificant, not worth while."
She slid her hand into her ermine m.u.f.f. She gave him an icy look, not contemptuous but oblivious, and turned away. He stared after her. "By Jove!" thought he, "THERE"S the real thing. There"s a true aristocrat."
And he frankly paid aristocracy in thought the tribute he would with any amount of fuming and spluttering have denied it in word. "Aristocracy does mean something," reflected he. "There must be substance to what can make ME feel quite put down."
When he saw Arkwright he said patronizingly: "I like that little friend of yours--that Miss What"s-her-name."
Grant suspected from his tone that this forgetfulness was an affectation. "You know very well what her name is," said he irritably.
"What a cheap affectation."
Josh countered and returned magnificently: "I remember her face perfectly," said he. "One shares one"s name with a great many people, so it"s unimportant. But one"s face is one"s own. I remember her face very well indeed--and that gorgeous figure of hers."
Grant was furious, thought Craig"s words the limit of impertinent free-spokenness. "Well, what of it?" said he savagely.
"I like her," replied Josh condescendingly. "But she"s been badly brought up, and is full of foolish ideas, like all your women here. But she"s a thoroughbred."
"Then you like her?" observed Arkwright without enthusiasm.
"So-so. Of course, she isn"t fit to be a wife, but for her type and as a type she"s splendid."
Arkwright felt like kicking him and showed it. "What a bounder you are at times, Josh," he snapped.
Craig laughed and slapped him on the back. "There you go again, with your absurd notions of delicacy. Believe me, Grant, you don"t understand women. They don"t like you delicate fellows. They like a man--like me--a pawer of the ground--a snorter--a warhorse that cries ha-ha among the trumpets."
"The worst thing about what you say," replied Arkwright sourly, "is that it"s the truth. I don"t say the women aren"t worthy of us, but I do say they"re not worthy of our opinion of them.... Well, I suppose you"re going to try to marry her"--this with a vicious gleam which he felt safe in indulging openly before one so self-absorbed and so insensible to subtleties of feeling and manner.
"I think not," said Craig judicially. "She"d play h.e.l.l with my politics.
It"s bad enough to have fights on every hand and all the time abroad.
It"d be intolerable to have one at home--and I"ve got no time to train her to my uses and purposes."
Usually Craig"s placid conviction that the universe existed for his special benefit and that anything therein was his for the mere formality of claiming it moved Arkwright to tolerant amus.e.m.e.nt at his lack of the sense of proportion and humor. Occasionally it moved him to reluctant admiration--this when some apparently absurd claim of his proved more or less valid. Just now, in the matter of Margaret Severence, this universal overlordship filled him with rage, the more furious that he realized he could no more shake Josh"s conviction than he could make the Washington monument topple over into the Potomac by saying, "Be thou removed." He might explain all the obvious reasons why Margaret would never deign to condescend to him; Josh would dismiss them with a laugh at Arkwright"s folly.
He hid his rage as best he could, and said with some semblance of genial sarcasm: "So all you"ve got to do is to ask her and she"s yours?"
Craig gave him a long, sharp, searching look. "Old man," he said earnestly, "do you want her?"
"_I_!" exclaimed Arkwright angrily, but with shifting eyes and with upper lip twitching guiltily. Then, satirically: "Oh, no; I"d not dare aspire to any woman YOU had condescended to smile upon."
"If you do I"ll get her for you," pursued Craig, his hand seeking Arkwright"s arm to grip it.
Arkwright drew away, laughed outright. "You ARE a joke!" he cried, wholly cured of his temper by the preposterous offer. It would be absurd enough for any one to imagine he would need help in courting any woman he might fancy--he, one of the most eligible of American bachelors. It pa.s.sed the uttermost bounds of the absurd, this notion that he would need help with a comparatively poor girl, many seasons out and eager to marry. And then, climax of climaxes, that Josh Craig could help him!
"Yes, a joke," he repeated.
"Oh, no doubt I do seem so to you," replied Josh unruffled. "People are either awed or amused by what they"re incapable of understanding. At this stage of my career I"m not surprised to find they"re amused. But wait, my boy. Meanwhile, if you want that lady, all you"ve got to do is to say the word. I"ll get her for you."
"Thanks; no," said Arkwright. "I"m rather shy of matrimony. I don"t hanker after the stupid joys of family life, as you do."
"That"s because of your ruinous, rotten training," Craig a.s.sured him.
"It has destroyed your power to appreciate the great fundamentals of life. You think you"re superior. If you only knew how shallow you are!"
"I"ve a competent valet," said Arkwright. "And your idea of a wife seems to be a sort of sublimated valet--and nurse."
"I can conceive of no greater dignity than to take care of a real man and his children," replied Craig. "However, the dignity of the service depends upon the dignity of the person to whom it is rendered--and upon the dignity of the person who renders it."
Arkwright examined Craig"s face for signs that this was the biting sarcasm it would have seemed, coming from another. But Craig was apparently merely making one of his familiar b.u.mptious speeches. The idea of a man of his humble origin proclaiming himself superior to an Arkwright of the Ma.s.sachusetts Arkwrights!
"No, I"d not marry your Miss Severence," Craig continued. "I want a wife, not a social ornament. I want a woman, not a toilette. I want a home, not a fashionable hotel. I want love and sympathy and children. I want substance, not shadow; sanity, not silliness."
"And your socks darned and your shirts mended."
"That, of course." Josh accepted these amendments with serene seriousness. "And Miss Severence isn"t fit for the job. She has some brains--the woman kind of brains. She has a great deal of rudimentary character. If I had the time, and it were worth while, I could develop her into a real woman. But I haven"t, and it wouldn"t be worth while when there are so many real women, ready made, out where I come from.
This girl would be exactly the wife for you, though. Just as she is, she"d help you mince about from parlor to parlor, and smirk and jabber and waste time. She"s been educating for the job ever since she was born." He laid his hand in gracious, kindly fashion on his friend"s shoulder. "Think it over. And if you want my help it"s yours. I can show her what a fine fellow you are, what a good husband you"d make. For you are a fine person, old man; when you were born fashionable and rich it spoiled a--"