"You certainly are very sweet to me," she said quietly. And, laughing a little: "The entire family adores you with pills--and I"ve now decorated you with the lovely curse of our Southern rivers. But--there are no such things as weeds; a weed is only a miracle in the wrong place....
Well--shall we walk and moralise or remain here and make cat-cradle conversation?... You are looking at me very solemnly."
"I was thinking--"
"What?"
"That, perhaps, I never before knew a girl as well as I know you."
"Not even Miss Suydam?"
"Lord, no! I never dreamed of knowing her--I mean her real self. You understand, she and I have always taken each other for granted--never with any genuine intimacy."
"Oh! And--this--ours--is genuine intimacy?"
"Is it not?"
For a moment her teeth worried the bright velvet of her lip, then meeting his gaze:
"I mean to be--honest--with you," she said with a tremor in her voice; but her regard wavered under his. "I mean to be," she repeated so low he scarcely heard her. Then with a sudden animation a little strained: "When this winter has become a memory let it be a happy one for you and me. And by the same token you and I had better think about dressing. You don"t mind, do you, if I take you to meet Mrs. Ascott?--she was Countess de Caldelis; it"s taken her years to secure her divorce."
Hamil remembered the little dough-faced, shrimp-limbed count when he first came over with the object of permitting somebody to support him indefinitely so that later, in France, he could in turn support his mistresses in the style to which they earnestly desired to become accustomed.
And now the American girl who had been a countess was back, a little wiser, a little harder, and more cynical, with some of the bloom rubbed off, yet much of her superficial beauty remaining.
"Alida Ascott," murmured Shiela. "Jessie was a bridesmaid. Poor little girl!--I"m glad she"s free. There were no children," she said, looking up at Hamil; "in that case a decent girl is justified! Don"t you think so?"
"Yes, I do," he said, smiling; "I"m not one of those who believe that such separations threaten us with social disintegration."
"Nor I. Almost every normal woman desires to live decently. She has a right to. All young girls are ignorant. If they begin with a dreadful but innocent mistake does the safety of society require of them the horror of lifelong degradation? Then the safety of such a society is not worth the sacrifice. That is my opinion."
"That settles a long-vexed problem," he said, laughing at her earnestness.
But she looked at him, unsmiling, while he spoke, hands clasped in her lap, the fingers twisting and tightening till the rose-tinted nails whitened.
Men have only a vague idea of women"s ignorance; how naturally they are inclined to respond to a man; how the dominating egotism of a man and his confident professions and his demands confuse them; how deeply his appeals for his own happiness stir them to pity.... They have heard of love--and they do not know. If they ever dream of it it is not what they have imagined when a man suddenly comes crashing through the barriers of friendship and stuns them with an incoherent recital of his own desires.
And yet, in spite of the shock, it is with them instinctive to be kind.
No woman can endure an appeal unmoved; except for them there would be no beggars; their charity is not a creed: it is the essence of them, the beginning of all things for them--and the end.
The bantering smile had died out in Hamil"s face; he sat very still, interested, disturbed, and then wondering when his eyes caught the restless manoeuvres of the little hands, constantly in motion, interlacing, eloquent of the tension of self-suppression.
He thought: "It is a cowardly thing for an egotist with an egotist"s early and lively knowledge of the world and of himself to come clamouring to a girl for charity. It _is_ true that almost any man can make a young girl think she loves him if he is selfish enough to do it.
Is her ignorance a fault? All her training deprecates any acquisition of worldly knowledge: it is not for her: her value is in her ignorance.
Then when she naturally makes some revolting mistake and attempts to escape to decency and freedom once more there is a hue and a cry from good folk and clergy. Divorce? It is a good thing--as the last resort.
And a woman need feel no responsibility for the sort of society that would deprive a woman of the last refuge she has!"
He raised his eyes, curiously, in time to intercept hers.
"So--you did not know me after all, it seems," she said with a faint smile. "You never suspected in me a _Vierge Rouge_, militant, champion of her downtrodden s.e.x, haranguing whomsoever would pay her the fee of his attention. Did you?"
And as he made no reply: "Your inference is that I have had some unhappy love affair--some perilously close escape from--unhappy matrimony." She shrugged. "As though a girl could plead only a cause which concerned herself.... Tell me what you are thinking?"
She had risen, and he stood up before her, fascinated.
"Tell me!" she insisted; "I shall not let you go until you do!"
"I was thinking about you."
"Please don"t!... Are you doing it yet?" closely confronting him, hands behind her.
"Yes, I am," he said, unable to keep his eyes from her, all her beauty and youth and freshness troubling him, closing in upon him like subtle fragrance in the golden forest dusk.
"Are you still thinking about me?"
"Yes."
The rare sweet laughter edged her lips, for an instant; then something in his eyes checked her. Colour and laughter died out, leaving a pale confused smile; and the straight gaze wavered, grew less direct, yet lost not a shade of his expression which also had changed.
Neither spoke; and after a moment they turned away, walking not very near together toward the house.
The sunshine and the open somehow brought relief and the delicate constraint between them relaxed as they sauntered slowly into the house where Shiela presently went away to dress for the Ascott function, and Hamil sat down on the veranda for a while, then retired to undertake the embellishment of his own person.
CHAPTER IX
THE INVASION
They went together in a double chair, spinning noiselessly over the sh.e.l.l road which wound through oleander and hibiscus hedges. Great orange and sulphur-tinted b.u.t.terflies kept pace with them as they travelled swiftly southward; the long, slim shadows of palms gridironed the sunny road, for the sun was in the west, and already a bird here and there had ventured on a note or two as prelude to the evening song, and over the ocean wild ducks were rising in clouds, swinging and drifting and settling again as though in short rehearsal for their sunset flight.
"Your hostess is Mrs. Tom O"Hara," said the girl; "when you have enough of it look at me and I"ll understand. And if you try to hide in a corner with some soulful girl I"ll look at you--if it bores me too much. So don"t sit still with an infatuated smile, as Cecile does, when she sees that I wish to make my adieux."
"I"m so likely to," he said, "when escape means that I"ll have you to myself again."
There was a trifle more significance in the unconsidered speech than he had intended. The girl looked absently straight in front of her; he sat motionless, uncomfortable at his own words, but too wise to attempt to modify them by more words.
Other chairs pa.s.sed them now along the road--there were nods of recognition, gay salutes, an intimate word or two as the light-wheeled vehicles flashed past; and in a moment more the tall coquina gate posts and iron grille of Mrs. Tom O"Hara"s villa, Tsana Lahni, glimmered under an avenue of superb royal palms.
The avenue was crowded with the slender-wheeled basket-bodied chairs gay with the plumage of pretty women; the scene on the lawns beyond was charming where an orange and white pavilion was pitched against the intense green of the foliage, and the pelouse was all dotted and streaked with vivid colours of sunshades and gowns.
"Ulysses among the sirens," she whispered as they made their way toward their hostess, exchanging recognition with people everywhere in the throngs. "Here they are--all of them--and there"s Miss Suydam,--too unconscious of us. How hath the House of Hamil fallen!--"