"The trouble will be," said Malcourt, "that you will miss the brightness and frivolity of things. That kitten won"t compensate."
"Do you think so? I haven"t had very much of anything--even kittens,"
she said, picking up the soft ball of fur and holding it under her chin.
"You missed the frivolous in life even before you had it. You"ll miss it again, too."
"But I"ve had it now."
"That doesn"t count. The capacity for frivolity is always there. You are reconciled just now to other things; that man is a beast all right. Oh, yes; this is reaction, Dolly. The idea is to hang on to this conservatism when it becomes stupid and irksome; when you"re tired and discouraged, and when you want to be amused and be in bright, attractive places; and when you"re lonesome--"
"Lonesome?"
"Certainly you"ll be lonesome if you"re good."
"Am I not to see you?"
"I"ll be in the backwoods working for a living--"
"Yes, but when you come to New York?"
"Sure thing."
"Often?"
"As often as it"s advisable," he said pleasantly. "I want you to make friends at school; I want you to have lots of them. A bachelor girl has got to have "em.... It"s on your account and theirs that I don"t intend to have anybody make any mistake about me.... Therefore, I"ll come to see you when you"ve a friend or two present. It"s fairer to you. _Now_ do you understand me, Dolly?"
"Yes."
"Is it agreeable?"
"Y-es." And, flushing: "But I did not mistake you, Louis; and there is no reason not to come, even if I am alone."
He laughed, lighted a cigarette, and stroked the kitten.
"It"s an amusing experiment, anyway," he said.
"Have you never tried it before?"
"Oh, yes, several times."
"Were the several times successes?"
"Not one!" he said, laughing. "It"s up to you, Dolly, to prove me a bigger a.s.s than I have been yet--or the reverse."
"It lies with me?" she asked.
"Certainly. Have I ever made love to you?"
"No."
"Ever even kissed you?"
"No."
"Ever been a brute?"
"No.... You are not very careful in speaking to me sometimes. Once--at the Club--when Mr. Hamil--"
"I _was_ brutal. I know it. Do you want my respect?"
"Y-es."
"Earn it," he said drily.
The girl leaned back in her corner, flushed, silent, thoughtful; and sometimes her eyes were fixed on vacancy, sometimes on him where he sat in the opposite seat staring out into the blurred darkness at the red eye of the beacon on Jupiter Light which turned flaring, turned again, dwindling to a spark, and went out.
"Of what are you thinking?" she asked, noticing his frown.
He did not reply; he was thinking of Shiela Cardross. And, frowning, he picked up the kitten, very gently, and flattered it until it purred.
"It"s about as big as a minute," said the girl, softly touching the tiny head.
"There _are_ minutes as big as elephants, too," he said, amused. "Nice p.u.s.s.y!" The kitten, concurring in these sentiments, purred with pleasure.
A little later he sauntered back to his own compartment, and, taking out a memorandum, made some figures.
"Is that girl aboard?" asked Portlaw, looking up from the table, his fat hands full of cards.
"Yes, I believe so."
"Well, that"s a deuce of a thing to do."
"What?"--absently.
"What! Why, to travel about the country with the nucleus of a theatrical troupe on your hands--"
"She wanted another chance. Few get it."
"Very well, son, if you think you can afford to endow a home for the frivolously erring!--And the chances are she"ll turn on you and scratch."
"Yes--the chances favour that."
"She won"t understand it; that sort never understands decency in a man."
"Do you think it might damage my reputation to be misunderstood?"
sneered Malcourt. "I"ve taken a notion to give her a chance and I"m going to do it."
Portlaw spread out his first row of cards. "You know what everybody will think, I suppose."