Margaret shook her head. "I have promised," said she, and her expression would have thrilled Lucia.
Madam Bowker was singularly patient with this evidence of sentimentalism. "That"s fine and n.o.ble of you. But you didn"t realize what a grave step you were taking, and you--"
"Yes, but I did. If ever anything was deliberate on a woman"s part, that engagement was." A bright spot burned in each of the girl"s cheeks. "He didn"t really propose. I pretended to misunderstand him."
Her grandmother stared.
"You needn"t look at me like that," exclaimed Margaret. "You know very well that Grandfather Bowker never would have married you if you hadn"t fairly compelled him. I heard him tease you about it once when I was a little girl."
It was Madam Bowker"s turn to redden. She deigned to smile. "Men are so foolish," observed she, "that women often have to guide them. There would be few marriages of the right sort if the men were not managed."
Margaret nodded a.s.sent. "I realize that now," said she. Earnestly: "Grandmother, try to make the best of this engagement of mine. When a woman, a woman as experienced and sensible as I am, makes up her mind a certain man is the man for her, is it wise to interfere?"
Madam Bowker, struck by the searching wisdom of this remark, was silenced for the moment. In the interval of thought she reflected that she would do well to take counsel of herself alone in proceeding to break this engagement. "You are on the verge of making a terrible misstep, child," said she with a gentleness she had rarely shown even to her favorite grandchild. "I shall think it over, and you will think it over. At least, promise me you will not see Craig for a few days."
Margaret hesitated. Her grandmother, partly by this unusual gentleness, partly by inducing the calmer reflection of the second thought, had shaken her purpose more than she would have believed possible. "If I"ve made a mistake," said she, "isn"t seeing him the best way to realize it?"
"Yes," instantly and emphatically admitted the acute old lady. "See him, by all means. See as much of him as possible. And in a few days you will be laughing at yourself--and very much ashamed."
"I wonder," said Margaret aloud, but chiefly to herself.
And Madam Bowker, seeing the doubt in her face, only a faint reflection of the doubt that must be within, went away content.
CHAPTER XII
PUTTING DOWN A MUTINY
Margaret made it an all but inflexible rule not to go out, but to rest and repair one evening in each week; that was the evening, under the rule, but she would have broken the rule had any opportunity offered. Of course, for the first time since the season began, no one sent or telephoned to ask her to fill in at the last moment. She half-expected Craig, though she knew he was to be busy; he neither came nor called up.
She dined moodily with the family, sat surlily in a corner of the veranda until ten o"clock, hid herself in bed. She feared she would have a sleepless night. But she had eaten no dinner; and, as indigestion is about the only thing that will keep a healthy human being awake, she slept dreamlessly, soundly, not waking until Selina slowly and softly opened the inner blinds of her bedroom at eight the next morning.
There are people who are wholly indifferent about their surroundings, and lead the life dictated by civilized custom only because they are slaves of custom, Margaret was not one of these. She not only adopted all the comforts and luxuries that were current, she also spent much tune in thinking out new luxuries, new refinements upon those she already had. She was through, and through the luxurious idler; she made of idling a career--pursued it with intelligent purpose where others simply drifted, yawning when pastimes were not provided for them. She was as industrious and ingenious at her career as a Craig at furthering himself and his ideas in a public career.
Like the others of her cla.s.s she left the care of her mind to chance. As she had a naturally good mind and a bird-like instinct for flitting everywhere, picking out the food from the chaff, she made an excellent showing even in the company of serious people. But that was accident.
Her person was her real care. To her luxurious, sensuous nature every kind of pleasurable physical sensation made keen appeal, and she strove in every way to make it keener. She took the greatest care of her health, because health meant beauty and every nerve and organ in condition to enjoy to its uttermost capacity.
Because of this care it was often full three hours and half between the entrance of Selina and her own exit, dressed and ready for the day. And those three hours and a half were the happiest of her day usually, because they were full of those physical sensations in which she most delighted. Her first move, after Selina had awakened her, was to spend half an hour in "getting the yawns out." She had learned this interesting, pleasant and amusing trick from a baby in a house where she had once spent a week. She would extend herself at full length in the bed, and then slowly stretch each separate muscle of arm and leg, of foot and hand, of neck and shoulders and waist. This stretching process was accompanied by a series of prolonged, profound, luxurious yawns.
The yawning exercise completed, she rose and took before a long mirror a series of other exercises, some to strengthen her waist, others to keep her back straight and supple, others to make firm the contour of her face and throat. A half-hour of this, then came her bath. This was no hurried plunge, drying and away, but a long and elaborate function at which Selina a.s.sisted. There had to be water of three temperatures; a dozen different kinds of brushes, soaps, towels and other apparatus partic.i.p.ated. When it was finished Margaret"s skin glowed and shone, was soft and smooth and exhaled a delicious odor of lilacs. During the exercises Selina had been getting ready the clothes for the day--everything fresh throughout, and everything delicately redolent of the same essence of lilacs with which Selina had rubbed her from hair to tips of fingers and feet. The clothes were put on slowly, for Margaret delighted in the feeling of soft silks and laces being drawn over her skin. She let Selina do every possible bit of work, and gave herself up wholly to the joy of being cared for.
"There isn"t any real reason why I shouldn"t be doing this for you, instead of your doing it for me--is there, Selina?" mused she aloud.
"Goodness gracious, Miss Rita!" exclaimed Selina, horrified. "I wouldn"t have it done for anything. I was brought up to be retiring about dressing. It was my mother"s dying boast that no man, nor no woman, had ever seen her, a grown woman, except fully dressed."
"Really?" said Margaret absently. She stood up, surveyed herself in the triple mirror--back, front, sides. "So many women never look at themselves in the back," observed she, "or know how their skirts hang about the feet. I believe in dressing for all points of view."
"You certainly are just perfect," said the adoring Selina, not the least part of her admiring satisfaction due to the fact that the toilette was largely the creation of her own hands. "And you smell like a real lady--not noisy, like some that comes here. I hate to touch their wraps or to lay "em down in the house. But you--It"s one of them smells that you ain"t sure whether you smelt it or dreamed it."
"Pretty good, Selina!" said Margaret. She could not but be pleased with such a compliment, one that could have been suggested only by the truth.
"The hair went up well this morning, didn"t it?"
"Lovely--especially in the back. It looks as if it had been marcelled, without that common, barbery stiffness-like."
"Yes, the back is good. And I like this blouse. I must wear it oftener."
"You can"t afford to favor it too much, Miss Rita. You know you"ve got over thirty, all of them beauties."
"Some day, when I get time, we must look through my clothes. I want to give you a lot of them.... What DOES become of the time? Here it is, nearly eleven. See if breakfast has come up. I"ll finish dressing afterward if it has."
It had. It was upon a small table in the rose and gold boudoir. And the sun, shining softly in at the creeper-shaded window, rejoiced in the surpa.s.sing brightness and cleanness of the dishes of silver and thinnest porcelain and cut gla.s.s. Margaret thought eating in bed a "filthy, foreign fad," and never indulged in it. She seated herself lazily, drank her coffee, and ate her roll and her egg slowly, deliberately, reading her letters and glancing at the paper. A charming picture she made--the soft, white Valenciennes of her matinee falling away from her throat and setting off the clean, smooth healthiness of her skin, the blackness of her vital hair; from the white lace of her petticoat"s plaited flounces peered one of her slim feet, a satin slipper upon the end of it. At the top of the heap of letters lay one she would have recognized, she thought, had she never seen the handwriting before.
"Sure to be upsetting," reflected she; and she laid it aside, glancing now and then at the bold, nervous, irregular hand and speculating about the contents and about the writer.
She had gone to bed greatly disturbed in mind as to whether she was doing well to marry the obstreperous Westerner. "He fascinates me in a wild, weird sort of a way when I"m with him," she had said to herself before going to sleep, "and the idea of him is fascinating in certain moods. And it is a temptation to take hold of him and master and train him--like broncho-busting. But is it interesting enough for--for marriage? Wouldn"t I get horribly tired? Wouldn"t Grant and humdrum be better? less wearying?" And when she awakened she found her problem all but solved. "I"ll send him packing and take Grant," she found herself saying, "unless some excellent reason for doing otherwise appears.
Grandmother was right. Engaging myself to him was a mood." Once more she was all for luxury and ease and calmness, for the pleasant, soothing, cut-and-dried thing. "A cold bath or a rough rub-down now and then, once in a long while, is all very well. It makes one appreciate comfort and luxury more. But that sort of thing every day--many times each day--"
Margaret felt her nerves rebelling as at the stroking of velvet the wrong way.
She read all her other letters, finished her toilette, had on her hat, and was having Selina put on her boots when she opened Craig"s letter and read:
"I must have been out of my mind this afternoon. You are wildly fascinating, but you are not for me. If I led you to believe that I wished to marry you, pray forget it. We should make each other unhappy and, worse still, uncomfortable.
"Do I make myself clear? We are not engaged. I hope you will marry Arkwright; a fine fellow, in every way suited to you, and, I happen to know, madly in love with you. Please try to forgive me. If you have any feeling for me stronger than friendship you will surely get over it.
"Anyhow, we couldn"t marry. That is settled.
"Let me have an answer to this. I shall be upset until I hear." No beginning. No end. Just a bald, brutal casting-off. A hint--more than a hint--of a fear that she would try to hold him in spite of himself. She smiled--small, even teeth clenched and eyelids contracted cruelly--as she read a second time, with this unflattering suggestion obtruding. The humiliation of being jilted! And by such a man!--the private shame--the public disgrace--She sprang up, crunching her foot hard down upon one of Selina"s hands. "What is it?" said she angrily, at her maid"s cry of pain.
"Nothing, Miss," replied Selina, quickly hiding the wounded hand. "You moved so quick I hadn"t time to draw away. That was all."
"Then finish that boot!"
Selina had to expose the hand, Margaret looked down at it indifferently, though her heel had torn the skin away from the edge of the palm and had cut into the flesh.
"Hurry!" she ordered fiercely, as Selina fumbled and bungled.
She twitched and frowned with impatience while Selina finished b.u.t.toning the boot, then descended and called Williams. "Get me Mr. Craig on the telephone," she said.
"He"s been calling you up several times to-day, ma"am,--"
"Ah!" exclaimed Margaret, eyes flashing with sudden delight.
"But we wouldn"t disturb you."
"That was right," said Margaret. She was beaming now, was all sunny good humor. Even her black hair seemed to glisten in her simile. So! He had been calling up! Poor fool, not to realize that she would draw the correct inference from this anxiety.