"I don"t see," she argued with herself, "how it can be true that he is living a bad life when he is working so hard."
She remembered how eagerly upon his return he had plunged into the work awaiting him and with what absorption he had devoted himself to it ever since. Repeatedly during the last two or three weeks he had told her that never before had he worked so rapidly and so easily and with such satisfaction in the results.
With keen pleasure and interest she was watching his design for the capitol building take form beneath his fingers, thinking it more beautiful than anything he had done before. Once she had told him, laughingly, that she believed the fairies must come in the night and touch his pencil with magic, else it would not be possible for him to put upon paper so rapidly a thing so lovely.
Only yesterday he had shown her the finished cartoon for the front elevation and with a catch of her breath she had exclaimed, "Oh, Mr.
Brand, it is exquisite! I don"t know why it is so beautiful, for it looks simple, but, somehow, it seems exactly right."
And he had nodded and smiled in a pleased way and said:
"Yes, that"s just it--that"s what I wanted to do. It"s all in the proportions, and I think, for the first time in my life, I have got them just right."
As she recalled the conversation an automobile whizzed past her, slowed down and returned, and she saw Mrs. Fenlow leaning out and calling to her:
"I thought it was you, Miss Marne! Waiting for a trolley, aren"t you?
Well, don"t wait, jump in with me. I"m going to the city and I"ll take you right to your office."
Henrietta had met Mrs. Fenlow a number of times during the long-drawn-out time when the architect was endeavoring to meet her wishes with a design for the country house she had determined to build up the Hudson. She had found the elder woman"s open speech and breezy manners amusing, but she had also conceived liking and respect for the sincerity and warm-heartedness that were evident underneath a rather brusque and erratic exterior.
She had been pleased and touched also by the hearty affection and comradeship between Mrs. Fenlow and her only son, Mark Fenlow, her eldest child. Henrietta had met the young man several times in her employer"s office and also at his theatre party and house-warming the previous autumn. She knew that Mark had been graduated from college the previous spring and afterwards had been taken into a trust company in which his father was a stock-holder and director and that his mother, who was very proud of him, expected him to climb the ladder rapidly and become an important figure in big financial operations.
Henrietta had found him a debonair youth, full of gay humor and high spirits and having, apparently, much of the same kind of good-heartedness and sincerity which she admired in his mother.
"Have you seen the morning paper?" was Mrs. Fenlow"s first remark, as Henrietta settled into her seat.
"You mean the accident Mr. Brand had with his automobile? Didn"t they have a fortunate escape!"
"That man has the luck of the Irish army!" declared Mrs. Fenlow.
"Did you notice that he was the only one to escape without any injury, though the cause of it was evidently his reckless driving? That"s the way things always happen with him. He gets his pleasure and other people take the consequences."
Mrs. Fenlow"s tone was so sharp and bitter that Henrietta looked at her in surprise. There were signs of trouble in her face, which bore also something of a war-like aspect. Dark hollows under her eyes and little lines about her mouth seemed to tell of mental anguish. But her lips were pressed together determinedly and she held her head high.
"But he can"t go on like this much longer. He"s bound to have a smash-up some of these fine days."
"What do you mean, Mrs. Fenlow?" queried Henrietta, wide-eyed.
Mrs. Fenlow had been speaking straight ahead of her, into the air, as if, absorbed in her own bitter thoughts, she had for the moment forgotten her companion. At the girl"s question she turned with a quick movement suggestive of the swoop of a bird of prey.
"Pardon me, my dear, if I use disrespectful language about your employer. The Good Lord knows I have reason enough for it. But you needn"t feel uneasy because I say it in your hearing, for I"m going to his office this very day to say the same things, and worse, to his face. When I think of the way he"s used his influence over Mark--and I believed him the pink of perfection and was as pleased as an old fool over his friendship for my boy! My G.o.d!"
Her voice sank to a whisper of such fierce indignation that Henrietta shrunk a little away, staring in astonishment at her set face and quivering lips.
"Of course," she presently went on in a more natural tone, "Mark ought to have known better, he ought to have had more sense and more strength of character than to yield to that sort of temptation. But he was only a lad, and Felix Brand was old enough to know the danger there was in it for a young fellow like that. And Mark admired him so much he thought whatever Brand did must be all right."
She broke off into sudden silence and Henrietta saw her wipe a tear from the corner of her eye. The girl was so confused and embarra.s.sed by these signs of keen emotion and hidden trouble and so ignorant of their cause that she could think of nothing that seemed well to say or do, and so she, too, remained silent until presently the elder woman turned to her again and spoke more gently.
"Don"t mind me, my dear. I"m in great trouble--on Mark"s account. I"ve had an awful blow, and I don"t know yet how it will all come out. I don"t want to be unjust to Felix Brand, but I can"t help thinking that he"s largely responsible for it. I know he was for the beginning of the whole thing. And I"ve found out that poor Mark"s not the only one--" she was talking off into the air again, oblivious of the girl beside her--"who"s paying for the consequences of Felix Brand"s private pleasures. It"s time he began to pay for some of them himself."
Her voice, quivering with the indignation and anguish she was trying to conceal, subsided into a muttering whose words Henrietta could not distinguish and finally she lapsed into silence. At the door of the building in which was Brand"s suite of offices she said to her companion:
"I"m going up with you, my dear, if you"ll let me. I want to see Mr.
Brand without delay and if he isn"t here yet I"ll wait for him."
Miss Marne, busy at her desk with the morning"s mail, heard sounds from her employer"s private room during Mrs. Fenlow"s call that betokened a change in the friendly relations formerly existing between them. She could hear the woman"s voice raised in what seemed to be bitter denunciation and the man"s replying in sneering tones. These seemed so unlike Felix Brand that she paused for a moment in her work, astonished at the unaccustomed note. During the last few weeks she had seen him several times give way to sudden temper, but even these outbursts, unprecedented though they were in her experience of him, had not seemed to her so foreign to his usual affable manner and pleasant speech as did the harsh, sarcastic antagonism of the voice in which she could hear him speaking to Mrs. Fenlow.
"But it must be Mr. Brand," thought his secretary, looking in puzzled wonder at the door into his room, "for there"s surely n.o.body else in there."
As she gazed, held by her surprise, a letter in her hands, the wrathful voices rose again, now one, then the other, and in Mrs.
Fenlow"s she presently caught the words, "Hugh Gordon."
At that came the sound of the man springing to his feet, of an overturned chair rattling to the floor, of a blow upon his desk and a loud and angry oath. The girl started with a whispered exclamation of amazement and horror. Her shocked ears heard her employer denouncing both Gordon and his caller and heard the rustle of the woman"s dress as she hurried across the room.
In her anger and indignation Mrs. Fenlow had rushed to the first door that met her eyes, which chanced to be the one into Henrietta"s room.
As she opened it she flung back over her shoulder at Brand, in a white heat of scorn and wrath:
"You whited sepulchre! I"m done with you and all my friends shall know what you are!"
She rushed past Henrietta without seeming to see her, and on through the outer room into the corridor. The door into Brand"s office was left wide open and Henrietta saw him standing beside his desk, his face so distorted with pa.s.sion that for a moment she doubted that it was he, and, apparently--and here again she could hardly believe her eyes--shaking his fist at his departing visitor.
CHAPTER XVII
"WHICH SHOULD HAVE THE GIFT OF LIFE?"
There was a chorus of admiration and praise from all over the country when Felix Brand"s design for the capitol building was published. It was everywhere recognized as a signal achievement, far in advance of anything he had previously done, and he himself was acclaimed as one of the most promising architects of the time and the most gifted that America had yet produced. Other reproductions of his recent work, business buildings, country houses, a church and a memorial structure, were made public at about the same time and these and the capitol building aroused so much interest that newspapers and magazines published articles about him, with many ill.u.s.trations of his work and criticisms of his art that praised his present accomplishment in glowing terms and prophesied he would do still greater things. In him, it was declared, had come at last a great American architect, a man of such originality, such skill and such sense of beauty and fitness that, if he continued to give such rich fulfillment of his early promise, he would soon create a distinctly American style of architecture, infused with the national spirit and expressive of the national ideals, worthy to take its place among the great architectures of the world.
His secretary collected these articles and kept them for him to see when he should return. For early in May, just before this round of praise began, when she went one morning to the office she found a letter from him saying that it had suddenly become necessary for him to go abroad at once and that, as he would be sailing in the early morning, he would have to leave affairs once more in her charge. There were some words of praise for her astuteness in the management of his business when he had been away at other times, a few directions concerning things he would like her to do or to leave undone, a brief regret that he should have to leave just now when it was most important for him to be on hand, and the hope that he would not be gone more than three or four weeks at most. But there was neither indication of where, in that large section of the world covered by "abroad," he might be reached by letter or cable, nor mention of which one of the several steamers sailing that day would bear him to his unnamed destination.
Henrietta put the letter down with a sigh of dismay. "It is too bad, too bad!" she exclaimed. "Just when everything is going nicely and he is doing wonderful work! Now things will begin to tangle up again and people will get impatient, and he will lose a lot of money. Well, I"ll have to do the best I can until he comes back."
But notwithstanding her devotion to her employer"s interests and the deep and genuine pleasure she felt in seeing them advance and in knowing that she was helping to put them forward--the delight of any honest worker in doing well and successfully the thing that he undertakes to do--she soon began to be conscious of a sense of relief at being rid for even a little while of Brand"s physical presence.
After his violent outburst against Mrs. Fenlow, Henrietta had felt her repugnance increase until it amounted to positive aversion. She did not know how great had been the nervous strain of trying constantly to suppress and ignore this feeling until she was relieved of it by his absence.
"I wonder," she said to herself on her way home a few days later, "if I can endure it long enough after he returns to get entirely rid of that mortgage. Well, I"ll have to wait until he does return, anyway, and then I ought to give him, I suppose, two or three weeks" notice.
Perhaps, when he comes home this time, he"ll be more as he used to be and it won"t be so difficult. I"ll wait until then before I decide."
As she came to this conclusion she was entering the ticket gate of the ferry waiting room and, lifting her eyes from the dropping of her ticket in the box, she saw a young man of goodly figure, dressed in a loose fitting suit of gray, advancing toward her and lifting his soft felt hat. Even in the surprise of the moment she was conscious of a quick effort to keep out of her countenance the full measure of the joy she felt at this unexpected meeting with Hugh Gordon. But she was not successful enough to hide all signs of the pleasure that swept through her and shone in her smile of welcome.
"Will you let me cross the ferry with you?" he said as he guided her through the crowd to a vantage point near the gate. "I did not go to the office, and I shall not go there again, because I know what orders Felix gave concerning me and I will not subject you to any unpleasant experience with his violent temper."
Henrietta looked at him in surprise, wondering how, since there was evidently bitter enmity between the two men, this one should have such intimate knowledge of the characteristics that had but lately appeared in the other.
"But the ferry boat," he was saying, with one of the smiles that so rarely lighted his serious countenance, "is n.o.body"s private property and you are the only one who can forbid me to ride across the bay in it at just the time when you are going home."
He must have read encouragement rather than objection in her manner, for the next evening he was waiting for her again, and by the end of the week it had become a tacit understanding between them that they should meet thus and take together the ride across the shining evening water. Golden red it glowed and sparkled all about them and spread a radiant path toward the red and gold of the May sunset. Behind them Manhattan reared its mighty, tawny-yellow walls and towers through the golden haze--Mammon rising from the waves, with feet lapped in the rose-gold waters and front ablaze with the diamond dazzle of a thousand sunset-lighted windows.