Cuyp, intensely annoyed, glanced at his watch.
"Where the mischief did Miss Suydam and Malcourt go?" he asked Wayward.
"I say, Miss Palliser, you don"t want to wait here any longer, do you?"
"They"re somewhere in the labyrinth," said Wayward. "Their chair went that way, didn"t it, boy?"
"Yeth, thir," said the small and freckled attendant.
So the party descended the wooden incline to where their sleepy black chairmen lay on the gra.s.s, waiting; and presently the two double chairs wheeled away toward that amusing maze of jungle pathways cut through the impenetrable hammock, and popularly known as the labyrinth.
But Miss Suydam and Mr. Malcourt were not in the labyrinth. At that very moment they were slowly strolling along the eastern dunes where the vast solitude of sky and sea seemed to depress even the single white-headed eagle standing on the wet beach, head and tail adroop, motionless, fish-gorged. No other living thing was in sight except the slim, blue dragon-flies, ceaselessly darting among the beach-grapes; nothing else stirred except those two figures on the dunes, moving slowly, heads bent as though considering the advisability of every step in the breaking sands. There was a fixed smile on the girl"s lips, but her eyes were mirthless, almost vacant.
"So you"ve decided to go?" she said.
"Portlaw decides that sort of thing for me."
"It"s a case of necessity?"
Malcourt answered lightly: "He intends to go. Who can stop a fat and determined man? Besides, the season is over; in two weeks there will be n.o.body left except the indigenous n.i.g.g.e.r, the buzzards, and a few cast-off summer garments--"
"And a few cast-off winter memories," she said. "You will not take any away with you, will you?"
"Do you mean clothes?"
"Memories."
"I"ll take some."
"Which?"
"All those concerning you."
"Thank you, Louis." They had got that far. And a trifle farther, for her hand, swinging next his, encountered it and their fingers remained interlocked. But there was no change of expression in her pretty, pale face as, head bent, shoulder to shoulder with him, she moved thoughtfully onward along the dunes, the fixed smile stamped on her lips.
"What are you going to do with your memories?" she asked. "Pigeon-hole and label them? Or fling them, like your winter repentance, in the Fire of Spring?"
"What are you going to do with yours, Virginia?"
"Nothing. They are not disturbing enough to destroy. Besides, unlike yours, they are my first memories of indiscretions, and they are too new to forget easily, too incredible yet to hurt. A woman is seldom hurt by what she cannot understand."
He pa.s.sed one arm around her supple waist; they halted; he turned her toward him.
"What is it you don"t understand?"
"This."
"My kissing you? Like this?"
She neither avoided nor returned the caress, looking at him out of impenetrable eyes more green than blue like the deep sea under changing skies.
"Is this what you don"t understand, Virginia?"
"Yes; that--and your moderation."
His smile changed, but it was still a smile.
"Nor I," he said. "Like our friend, Warren Hastings, I am astonished.
But there our resemblance ends."
The eagle on the wet sands ruffled, shook his silvery hackles, and looked around at them. Then, head low and thrust forward, he hulked slowly toward the remains of the dead fish from which but now he had retired in the disgust of satiation.
Meanwhile Malcourt and Miss Suydam were walking cautiously forward again, selecting every footstep as though treading on the crumbling edges of an abyss.
"It"s rather stupid that I never suspected it," she said, musing aloud.
"Suspected what?"
"The existence of this other woman called Virginia Suydam. And I might have been mercifully ignorant of her until I died, if you had not looked at me and seen us both at once."
"We all are that way."
"Not all women, Louis. Have you found them so? You need not answer.
There is in you, sometimes, a flash of infernal chivalry; do you know it? I can forgive you a great deal for it; even for discovering that other and not very staid person, so easily schooled, easily taught to respond; so easily thrilled, easily beguiled, easily caressed. Why, with her head falling back on your shoulder so readily, and her lips so lightly persuaded, one can scarcely believe her to have been untaught through all these years of dry convention and routine, or unaware of that depravity, latent, which it took your unerring faith and skill to discover and develop."
"How far have I developed it?"
She bent her delicate head: "I believe I have already admitted your moderation."
He shivered, walking forward without looking at her for a pace or two, then halted.
"Would you marry me?" he asked.
"I had rather not. You know it."
"Why?--once again."
"Because of my strange respect for that other woman that I am--or was."
"Which always makes me regret my--moderation," he said, wincing under the lash of her words. "But I"m not considering you! I"m considering the peace of mind of that other woman--not yours!" He took her in his arms, none too gently. "Not yours. I"d show no mercy to _you_ There is only one kind of mercy you"d understand. Look into my eyes and admit it."
"Yes," she said.
"But your other self understands!"
"Why don"t you destroy her?"
"And let her die in her contempt for me? You ask too much--Virginia-that-I-know. If that other Virginia-that-I-don"t-know loved me, I"d kill _this_ one, not the other!"