She spoke of this sometimes at home. For her mother and sister were always concerned to know what her day had been, and Felix Brand being so important a person to their lives, they were deeply interested in whatever he did or said and in everything Henrietta could tell them about him. They were scrupulously careful not to ask or to speak about anything that would approach too nearly her confidential relations with her employer. But outside those lines there was a large and interesting territory wherein they could and did have much converse together about the architect, his success, and his personality.
On a bright and mild Sunday morning in mid-winter, whose sunshine was full of that guileful promise of spring with which the tricky weather G.o.ddess of the Manhattan region loves to play pranks upon its residents, the two Marne sisters, in their mother"s room, were chatting with her as she reclined in the sun beside a south window.
"I"ve some good news," said Henrietta. "I didn"t tell you last night, because I knew we"d all be gossiping in here this morning and it would be so cosy to talk it all over then. Mr. Brand has raised my salary, to date from the first of this month!"
Mrs. Marne"s thin hand sought her daughter"s where it lay upon the arm of her chair and then hastened to wipe away a tear or two. For she was nervously much broken and her tears, whether of joy or sorrow, came easily.
Isabella sprang up, exclaiming, "Harry! How splendid!" And the two girls hugged each other delightedly and kissed first each other and then their mother. Then they kissed each other again and whirled about in a waltz measure. Billikins, the white fox terrier, quickly put a stop to this exuberance by endeavoring to take part in it himself, barking furiously and making ecstatic rushes between them.
"The second time, dear!" exclaimed Isabella as they settled down again, cheeks flushed and eyes shining. "Only think of it! At Christmas, and now again so soon!"
"It isn"t so very much," said Henrietta, "only ten dollars a month more, but it will be a lot for us, and it means a great big lot to me, because it makes me feel that I"m succeeding. What is it, Billikins?
Do you want to come up? And you"ve brought babykins, haven"t you? Come on, then, both of you." The fox terrier was begging and wriggling beside her, his inseparable companion and plaything, a dilapidated rag-doll, in his mouth. She lifted them to her lap, where, after much licking and nuzzling of the doll, he curled himself up to sleep.
"Of course you"re succeeding!" cried Isabella. "How could you help it when you"re the cleverest girl in New York and work the hardest and--have such a nice home to stay in at night!"
"It will soon be nicer," rejoined Henrietta with a laugh, "when we get rid of its mortgage decoration. Now we can get that all paid off by the end of the summer and then we"ll be sure of a home, whatever happens."
Mrs. Marne pressed her hand in a closer clasp. "Dear child! You and Bella are the best children a mother ever had. I"ve just been thinking that I really have three children, a son as well as two daughters. For you"re just as good as a son, Harry, besides being a daughter too.
When you were born, dear, I was disappointed that you weren"t a boy, and sorry for you that you weren"t."
"Were you sorry about me, too?" demanded Isabella saucily.
"You, dear! Why, when you came--you were the first, you know--I was too proud and delighted to think of anything but just that I had you.
By the time Harry arrived I had learned more about what it means to be a woman and I was sorry I had brought another into the world. But I soon got over all that and was so glad to have you both. After all, girls, it is a grand thing to be a wife and a mother!"
"Yes, if you can only get your salary raised often enough," said Isabella gaily. "And I guess," she went on as she saw a little wave of amus.e.m.e.nt cross her mother"s face, "I"d better have that settled right away. I"ll write to Warren that I shall expect an increase every time Harry gets one. Tell us more about your raise, Harry. What did Mr.
Brand say?"
"Oh, he was very nice--but he always is nice, just as kind and courteous as can be. He said he was much pleased with the good judgment and the care with which I had managed things while he was away. Before this, when he"s been gone for a day or two or three, he has made some arrangements beforehand and has told me where he would be so that I could telegraph or "phone him on the long distance if necessary. But lately he"s been called away twice so suddenly that he left me no directions and I didn"t know his address, and so, although he was gone only two or three days each time, I had a good deal of responsibility. But he was very kind and praised everything I did and yesterday he told me that he thought I deserved a reward and as he might be called away again the same way, he didn"t think it was fair to put so much more upon me without paying me for it."
"Isn"t he lovely!" exclaimed Isabella. "As Delia says about Mrs.
Fenlow"s chauffeur, "he"s sure very gentlemanly and strong!""
"Indeed, you"ve been most fortunate in getting so good a position, Harry, dear!" said Mrs. Marne, her voice trembling with her depth of feeling. "I fairly ached with anxiety over your going into this secretarial work, but Mr. Brand has proved to be all that even his secretary"s mother could expect or wish."
"And here he is, right now!" cried Isabella as she glanced from the window at the sound of an automobile in the quiet street. "And if he isn"t going to honor our humble but happy home with a call from his very handsome self!" she went on excitedly as the machine slowed down and its occupant, glancing at the house numbers, stopped in front of their cottage.
He told Henrietta that he had just learned it might be necessary for him to leave town that day and that he wanted to give her some instructions for her guidance if he should be away more than a day or two. His manner was disturbed and restless, although not lacking in its usual suave and gentle courtesy, and she noted in his face, more strongly marked than she had seen it before, that troubled, anxious look concerning which she had already wondered much. And from the whole man there seemed to her to emanate an unconscious appeal, as of one in such sore and badgering straits that he knew not where to turn for help.
"I may be able," he said, "to--put off this trip, to make some arrangement about--this matter, so that it will not be necessary for me to go. I hope so--I don"t want to leave the office just now. And, by the way, if I do go, there"s another thing. If there should be a letter in my general mail--not marked "personal," you know--" he hesitated, and Henrietta observed that he turned his eyes away and did not meet her gaze as he went on, "but not of the regular business sort, just glance at the signature first thing, won"t you, please? And if it should be signed "Hugh Gordon," don"t read it, but lay it aside for me to look at when I return."
He straightened up and she could feel the effort of will with which he conquered his perturbation and continued in a more offhand way: "Gordon is apt to write confidential things about his own affairs and he is the sort of man who would never think of marking a letter "personal.""
Billikins trotted into the room, his doll in his mouth, and, laying his burden down in mid-floor, as if to make easier the concentration of his faculties upon the duty of investigating this stranger, advanced with signs of ready friendship. Brand responded to his overtures, but the dog, after a preliminary smell or two, broke into a sudden howl and trembled as if with fear. Reproved by Henrietta, he hastened back to his babykins, with which he rushed to a place of safety beneath her chair. There she heard him giving vent to his emotions in subdued whining and growling and in much worrying and tearing of the rag-doll.
Brand rose to go, but lingered beside his chair and made conversation, as though loath to take his leave; and Henrietta, catching a glimpse of Isabella pa.s.sing through the hall, called her in.
Whenever Isabella entered a room it was like the advent of a merry little breeze. For all the look and manner of her suggested buoyant spirits and gaiety of heart, from the lurking twinkle in her blue eye to her light quick step. Daintiness and prettiness characterized her attire, which she carried gracefully, to the accompaniment of a soft, faint rustle. With pleasure Henrietta watched her employer"s face brighten and clear as he talked with her sister. The agitation faded from his manner and presently she was aware that the impression she had had of struggle and appeal, which had begun to tense her own nerves, had disappeared.
"I don"t wonder," she thought. "Bella is so light-hearted and so merry, and so pretty and sweet, too, that she could charm away anybody"s dumps. I wish I had some of her gift that way--I"m always so serious."
Brand suggested that they should take a spin with him in his automobile. "The day is so fine," he pleaded, as they hesitated a little before answering. "You don"t know how splendid it is! And the roads are good down through the island." He glanced from one to the other and Henrietta saw in his brown eyes a look of eager wistfulness.
"It would be lovely and a great treat for us," she said. "You"ve no idea, Mr. Brand, what a temptation it is. But we don"t like to leave mother alone, for she"s never very well."
"Oh, is that all?" he exclaimed. "Then bring her along! It would do her a lot of good. Wrap her up well and I"ll carry her out to the auto."
He begged Isabella not to desert him while Henrietta went to prepare their mother for the drive.
"How well they get on together," said Mrs. Marne, smiling at the gay laughter that now and then floated up the stairs.
As they came slowly down, the elder woman leaning heavily upon the other"s shoulder, Felix Brand ran into the hall, exclaiming:
"Why didn"t you call me and let me bring her down!" And at once, notwithstanding her a.s.surance that she could walk, he picked her up and carried her to the street in his arms, saying, "I can just as well save you that fatigue," and carefully settled her in the automobile.
"You"ll sit in the front with me and help me drive, won"t you?" he said to Isabella as the two girls came out cloaked and furred.
"Yes, do, Bella," said Henrietta cordially in response to a glance from her sister, "and give me a chance to show what good care I can take of mother."
Although Isabella was the elder of the two by three years and formerly had been accustomed to take the lead between them, since the younger had become the support of the family she was beginning, quite unconsciously, to lean upon and defer to her sister. During the drive Henrietta and her mother exchanged many pleased glances as they listened to the merry chatter and the frequent laughter that drifted back from the front seat. It was a smiling Felix Brand, suave, serene, and courtly of manner, who helped them from the machine on their return and carried Mrs. Marne into the house.
"Please don"t," he said as they protested their enjoyment of the ride and their sense of his kindness. "For I a.s.sure you it has meant a great deal more pleasure and benefit to me than it possibly could to you."
"I think he really meant that," said Henrietta when the three women, alone again, were talking over what Mrs. Marne called their "little escapade," "because when he came he seemed so disturbed and depressed and by the time we got back he was quite himself again. I think it was mainly you, Isabella," she smiled at her sister, "for you seemed to have a very stimulating effect on him."
"Oh, I"m willing to be a c.o.c.ktail for him whenever he wants to bring his auto over here. Never mind, mother," and she kissed one finger at Mrs. Marne in response to that lady"s shocked "Isabella!" "That"s just modern symbolism, you know. And the ride has made you look as if you"d had one yourself. I"m going to write to Warren that I"ve found a much nicer and handsomer man than he is and if he doesn"t get a stronger grip on my heart right quick it"s likely to get away from him."
"Bella, dear! Don"t say such things!" admonished her mother in a grieved tone.
Isabella flew to her side and patted her cheek and kissed her brow.
"There, there, mother! Don"t you know I"m just funning? Warren is the best man in the world, even if he hasn"t got bee-youtiful, caressing brown eyes, and I love him awfully, and we"re going to be married and live happily forever after. But, all the same, Felix Brand is perfectly lovely, and you think so too, now, don"t you, mother dear!"
"We all think alike about Mr. Brand, I"m sure," she answered.
"Except Billikins," amended Henrietta, and then told them of the fox terrier"s disgraceful behavior. "It seemed so queer for him to act that way," she added, "when he"s always so friendly toward visitors and so effusive that he usually has to be put out of the room."
"It was strange," said Mrs. Marne, "for with his pleasant voice and gentle manner you would think Mr. Brand would be as attractive to animals as he certainly is to people. And he must be as kind and sweet-natured as he seems, for not one young man in a thousand would have taken the trouble he did to give three forlorn women a little pleasure."
Henrietta made no reply as she laughed with her mother at the lively scolding Isabella was giving to the dog, but her thoughts were busy with the problem of why Felix Brand had seemed so anxious for them to go with him.
Her loyalty to her employer would not let her throw the least shade upon their enthusiastic appreciation of his courtesy and kindness. But her months of work at his side--she had been his secretary almost a year--had given her an intimate knowledge of his character and of his habits of thought and feeling.
She had learned that his habitual mental att.i.tude was, "What is there in this for me?" He did not indeed use just those words or give such crude expression to his self-centeredness; but she had come to know that personal advantage was the usual mainspring of his actions.
Presently deciding that Isabella"s enlivening effect upon his mood had inspired his desire for their company, her mind went on to busy itself with speculation over the cause for his despondency and uneasiness.
"I believe it must have something to do with that Hugh Gordon he mentioned, whoever he is," she thought. "For he seemed most disturbed when speaking of him. Maybe it"s some relative who is giving him trouble--some black sheep of his family, very likely."