CHAPTER XV.
The fire and pathos of Mrs. Dale"s appeal should have given Eugene pause. He thought once of going after her and making a further appeal, saying that he would try and get a divorce eventually and marry Suzanne, but he remembered that peculiar insistency of Suzanne on the fact that she did not want to get married. Somehow, somewhere, somewhy, she had formulated this peculiar ideal or att.i.tude, which whatever the world might think of it, was possible of execution, providing he and she were tactful enough. It was not such a wild thing for two people to want to come together in this way, if they chose, he thought. Why was it? Heaven could witness there were enough illicit and peculiar relationships in this world to prevent society from becoming excited about one more, particularly when it was to be conducted in so circ.u.mspect and subtle a way. He and Suzanne did not intend to blazon their relationship to the world. As a distinguished artist, not active, but acknowledged and accomplished, he was ent.i.tled to a studio life. He and Suzanne could meet there. Nothing would be thought of it. Why had she insisted on telling her mother? It could all have been done without that. There was another peculiar ideal of hers, her determination to tell the truth under all circ.u.mstances. And yet she had really not told it. She had deceived her mother a long time about him simply by saying nothing. Was this some untoward trick of fate"s, merely devised to harm him? Surely not. And yet Suzanne"s headstrong determination seemed almost a fatal mistake now. He sat down brooding over it. Was this a terrific blunder? Would he be sorry? All his life was in the balance. Should he turn back?
No! No! No! Never! It was not to be. He must go on. He must! He must! So he brooded.
The next of Mrs. Dale"s resources was not quite so unavailing as the others, though it was almost so. She had sent for Dr. Latson Woolley, her family physician--an old school pract.i.tioner of great repute, of rigid honor and rather Christian principles himself, but also of a wide intellectual and moral discernment, so far as others were concerned.
"Well, Mrs. Dale," he observed, when he was ushered into her presence in the library on the ground floor, and extending his hand cordially, though wearily, "what can I do for you this morning?"
"Oh, Dr. Woolley," she began directly, "I am in so much trouble. It isn"t a case of sickness. I wish it were. It is something so much worse. I have sent for you because I know I can rely on your judgment and sympathy. It concerns my daughter, Suzanne."
"Yes, yes," he grunted, in a rather crusty voice, for his vocal cords were old, and his eyes looked out from under s.h.a.ggy, gray eyebrows which somehow bespoke a world of silent observation. "What"s the matter with her? What has she done now that she ought not to do?"
"Oh, doctor," exclaimed Mrs. Dale nervously, for the experiences of the last few days had almost completely dispelled her normal composure, "I don"t know how to tell you, really. I don"t know how to begin. Suzanne, my dear precious Suzanne, in whom I have placed so much faith and reliance has, has----"
"Well, tell me," interrupted Dr. Woolley laconically.
When she had told him the whole story, and answered some of his incisive questions, he said: "Well, I am thinking you have a good deal to be grateful for. She might have yielded without your knowledge and told you afterwards--or not at all."
"Not at all. Oh, doctor! My Suzanne!"
"Mrs. Dale, I looked after you and your mother before you and Suzanne. I know something about human nature and your family characteristics. Your husband was a very determined man, as you will remember. Suzanne may have some of his traits in her. She is a very young girl, you want to remember, very robust and vigorous. How old is this Witla man?"
"About thirty-eight or nine, doctor."
"Um! I suspected as much. The fatal age. It"s a wonder you came through that period as safely as you did. You"re nearly forty, aren"t you?"
"Yes, doctor, but you"re the only one that knows it."
"I know, I know. It"s the fatal age. You say he is in charge of the United Magazines Corporation. I have probably heard of him. I know of Mr. Colfax of that company. Is he very emotional in his temperament?"
"I had never thought so before this."
"Well, he probably is. Thirty-eight to thirty-nine and eighteen or nineteen--bad combination. Where is Suzanne?"
"Upstairs in her room, I fancy."
"It might not be a bad thing if I talked to her myself a little, though I don"t believe it will do any good."
Mrs. Dale disappeared and was gone for nearly three-quarters of an hour. Suzanne was stubborn, irritable, and to all preliminary entreaties insisted that she would not. Why should her mother call in outsiders, particularly Dr. Woolley, whom she knew and liked. She suspected at once when her mother said Dr. Woolley wanted to see her that it had something to do with her case, and demanded to know why. Finally, after much pleading, she consented to come down, though it was with the intention of showing her mother how ridiculous all her excitement was.
The old doctor who had been meditating upon the inexplicable tangle, chemical and physical, of life--the blowing hither and thither of diseases, affections, emotions and hates of all kinds, looked up quizzically as Suzanne entered.
"Well, Suzanne," he said genially, rising and walking slowly toward her, "I"m glad to see you again. How are you this morning?"
"Pretty well, doctor, how are you?"
"Oh, as you see, as you see, a little older and a little fussier, Suzanne, making other people"s troubles my own. Your mother tells me you have fallen in love. That"s an interesting thing to do, isn"t it?"
"You know, doctor," said Suzanne defiantly, "I told mama that I don"t care to discuss this, and I don"t think she has any right to try to make me. I don"t want to and I won"t. I think it is all in rather poor taste."
"Poor taste, Suzanne?" asked Mrs. Dale. "Do you call our discussion of what you want to do poor taste, when the world will think that what you want to do is terrible when you do it?"
"I told you, mama, that I was not coming down here to discuss this thing, and I"m not!" said Suzanne, turning to her mother and ignoring Dr. Woolley. "I"m not going to stay. I don"t want to offend Dr. Woolley, but I"m not going to stay and have you argue this all over again."
She turned to go.
"There, there, Mrs. Dale, don"t interrupt," observed Dr. Woolley, holding Suzanne by the very tone of his voice. "I think myself that very little is to be gained by argument. Suzanne is convinced that what she is planning to do is to her best interest. It may be. We can"t always tell. I think the best thing that could be discussed, if anything at all in this matter can be discussed, is the matter of time. It is my opinion that before doing this thing that Suzanne wants to do, and which may be all right, for all I know, it would be best if she would take a little time. I know nothing of Mr. Witla. He may be a most able and worthy man. Suzanne ought to give herself a little time to think, though. I should say three months, or six months. A great many after effects hang on this decision, as you know," he said, turning to Suzanne. "It may involve responsibilities you are not quite ready to shoulder. You are only eighteen or nineteen, you know. You might have to give up dancing and society, and travel, and a great many things, and devote yourself to being a mother and ministering to your husband"s needs. You expect to live with him permanently, don"t you?"
"I don"t want to discuss this, Dr. Woolley."
"But you do expect that, don"t you?"
"Only as long as we love each other."
"Um, well, you might love him for some little time yet. You rather expect to do that, don"t you?"
"Why, yes, but what is the good of this, anyhow? My mind is made up."
"Just the matter of thinking," said Dr. Woolley, very soothingly and in a voice which disarmed Suzanne and held her. "Just a little time in which to be absolutely sure. Your mother is anxious not to have you do it at all. You, as I understand it, want to do this thing right away. Your mother loves you, and at bottom, in spite of this little difference, I know you love her. It just occurred to me that for the sake of good feeling all around, you might like to strike a balance. You might be willing to take, say six months, or a year and think about it. Mr. Witla would probably not object. You won"t be any the less delightful to him at the end of that time, and as for your mother, she would feel a great deal better if she thought that, after all, what you decided to do you had done after mature deliberation."
"Yes," exclaimed Mrs. Dale, impulsively, "do take time to think, Suzanne. A year won"t hurt you."
"No," said Suzanne unguardedly. "It is all a matter of whether I want to or not. I don"t want to."
"Precisely. Still this is something you might take into consideration. The situation from all outside points of view is serious. I haven"t said so, but I feel that you would be making a great mistake. Still, that is only my opinion. You are ent.i.tled to yours. I know how you feel about it, but the public is not likely to feel quite the same. The public is a wearisome thing, Suzanne, but we have to take it into consideration."
Suzanne stared stubbornly and wearily at her tormentors. Their logic did not appeal to her at all. She was thinking of Eugene and her plan. It could be worked. What did she care about the world? During all this talk, she drew nearer and nearer the door and finally opened it.
"Well, that is all," said Dr. Woolley, when he saw she was determined to go. "Good morning, Suzanne. I am glad to have seen you again."
"Good morning, Dr. Woolley," she replied.
She went out and Mrs. Dale wrung her hands. "I wish I knew what was to be done," she exclaimed, gazing at her counselor.
Dr. Woolley brooded over the folly of undesired human counsel.
"There is no need for excitement," he observed after a time. "It is obvious to me that if she is handled rightly, she will wait. She is in a state of high strung opposition and emotion for some reason at present. You have driven her too hard. Relax. Let her think this thing out for herself. Counsel for delay, but don"t irritate. You cannot control her by driving. She has too stern a will. Tears won"t help. Emotion seems a little silly to her. Ask her to think, or better yet, let her think and plead only for delay. If you could get her away for two or three weeks or months, off by herself undisturbed by your pleadings and uninfluenced by his--if she would ask him of her own accord to let her alone for that time, all will be well. I don"t think she will ever go to him. She thinks she will, but I have the feeling that she won"t. However, be calm. If you can, get her to go away."
"Would it be possible to lock her up in some sanatorium or asylum, doctor, until she has had time to think?"
"All things are possible, but I should say it would be the most inadvisable thing you could do. Force accomplishes nothing in these cases."
"I know, but suppose she won"t listen to reason?"
"You really haven"t come to that bridge yet. You haven"t talked calmly to her yet. You are quarreling with her. There is very little in that. You will simply grow further and further apart."
"How practical you are, doctor," observed Mrs. Dale, in a mollified and complimentary vein.
"Not practical, but intuitional. If I were practical, I would never have taken up medicine."
He walked to the door, his old body sinking in somewhat upon itself. His old, gray eyes twinkled slightly as he turned.
"You were in love once, Mrs. Dale," he said.
"Yes," she replied.
"You remember how you felt then?"
"Yes."
"Be reasonable. Remember your own sensations--your own att.i.tude. You probably weren"t crossed in your affair. She is. She has made a mistake. Be patient. Be calm. We want to stop it and no doubt can. Do unto others as you would be done by."
He ambled shufflingly across the piazza and down the wide steps to his car.
"Mama," she said, when after Dr. Woolley had gone her mother came to her room to see if she might not be in a mellower mood, and to plead with her further for delay, "it seems to me you are making a ridiculous mess of all this. Why should you go and tell Dr. Woolley about me! I will never forgive you for that. Mama, you have done something I never thought you would do. I thought you had more pride--more individuality."
One should have seen Suzanne, in her s.p.a.cious boudoir, her back to her oval mirrored dressing table, her face fronting her mother, to understand her fascination for Eugene. It was a lovely, sunny, many windowed chamber, and Suzanne in a white and blue morning dress was in charming accord with the gay atmosphere of the room.
"Well, Suzanne, you know," she said, rather despondently, "I just couldn"t help it. I had to go to someone. I am quite alone apart from you and Kinroy and the children"--she referred to Adele and Ninette as the children when talking to either Suzanne or Kinroy--"and I didn"t want to say anything to them. You have been my only confidant up to now, and since you have turned against me----"
"I haven"t turned against you, mama."
"Oh, yes you have. Let"s not talk about it, Suzanne. You have broken my heart. You are killing me. I just had to go to someone. We have known Dr. Woolley so long. He is so good and kind."
"Oh, I know, mama, but what good will it do? How can anything he might say help matters? He isn"t going to change me. You"re only telling it to somebody who oughtn"t to know anything about it."
"But I thought he might influence you," pleaded Mrs. Dale. "I thought you would listen to him. Oh, dear, oh, dear. I"m so tired of it all. I wish I were dead. I wish I had never lived to see this."
"Now there you go, mama," said Suzanne confidently. "I can"t see why you are so distressed about what I am going to do. It is my life that I am planning to arrange, not yours. I have to live my life, mama, not you."
"Oh, yes, but it is just that that distresses me. What will it be after you do this--after you throw it away? Oh, if you could only see what you are contemplating doing--what a wretched thing it will be when it is all over with. You will never live with him--he is too old for you, too fickle, too insincere. He will not care for you after a little while, and then there you will be, unmarried, possibly with a child on your hands, a social outcast! Where will you go?"
"Mama," said Suzanne calmly, her lips parted in a rosy, baby way, "I have thought of all this. I see how it is. But I think you and everybody else make too much ado about these things. You think of everything that could happen, but it doesn"t all happen that way. People do these things, I"m sure, and nothing much is thought of it."
"Yes, in books," put in Mrs. Dale. "I know where you get all this from. It"s your reading."
"Anyhow, I"m going to. I have made up my mind," added Suzanne. "I have decided that by September fifteenth I will go to Mr. Witla, and you might just as well make up your mind to it now." This was August tenth.
"Suzanne," said her mother, staring at her, "I never imagined you could talk in this way to me. You will do nothing of the kind. How can you be so hard? I did not know that you had such a terrible will in you. Doesn"t anything I have said about Adele and Ninette or Kinroy appeal to you? Have you no heart in you? Why don"t you wait, as Dr. Woolley suggests, six months or a year? Why do you talk about jumping into this without giving yourself time to think? It is such a wild, rash experiment. You haven"t thought anything about it, you haven"t had time."
"Oh, yes, I have, mama!" replied Suzanne. "I"ve thought a great deal about it. I"m fully convinced. I want to do it then because I told Eugene that I would not keep him waiting long; and I won"t. I want to go to him. That will make a clear two months since we first talked of this."
Mrs. Dale winced. She had no idea of yielding to her daughter, or letting her do this, but this definite conclusion as to the time brought matters finally to a head. Her daughter was out of her mind, that was all. It gave her not any too much time to turn round in. She must get Suzanne out of the city--out of the country, if possible, or lock her up, and she must do it without antagonizing her too much.
CHAPTER XVI.
Mrs. Dale"s next step in this struggle was to tell Kinroy, who wanted, of course, in a fit of boyish chivalry, to go immediately and kill Eugene. This was prevented by Mrs. Dale, who had more control over him than she had over Suzanne, pointing out to him what a terrifically destructive scandal would ensue and urging subtlety and patience. Kinroy had a sincere affection for his sisters, particularly Suzanne and Adele, and he wanted to protect all of them. He decided in a pompous, ultra chivalrous spirit that he must help his mother plan, and together they talked of chloroforming her some night, of carrying her thus, as a sick girl, in a private car to Maine or the Adirondacks or somewhere in Canada.
It would be useless to follow all these strategic details in their order. There were, after the five days agreed upon by Suzanne, attempted phone messages by Eugene, which were frustrated by Kinroy, who was now fulfilling the role of private detective. Suzanne resolved to have Eugene summoned to the house for a discussion, but to this her mother objected. She felt that additional meetings would simply strengthen their bond of union. Kinroy wrote to Eugene of his own accord that he knew all, and that if he attempted to come near the place he would kill him at sight. Suzanne, finding herself blocked and detained by her mother, wrote Eugene a letter which Elizabeth, her maid, secretly conveyed to the mail for her, telling him how things stood. Her mother had told Dr. Woolley and Kinroy. She had decided that September fifteenth was the time she would leave home, unless their companionship was quietly sanctioned. Kinroy had threatened to kill him to her, but she did not think he had anything to fear. Kinroy was just excited. Her mother wanted her to go to Europe for six months and think it over, but this she would not do. She was not going to leave the city, and he need not fear, if he did not hear anything for a few days at a time, that anything was wrong with her. They must wait until the storm subsided a little. "I shall be here, but perhaps it is best for you not to try to see me just now. When the time comes, I will come to you, and if I get a chance, I will see you before."
Eugene was both pained and surprised at the turn things had taken, but still encouraged to hope for the best by the att.i.tude Suzanne took toward it all. Her courage strengthened him. She was calm, so purposeful! What a treasure she was!
So began a series of daily love notes for a few days, until Suzanne advised him to cease. There were constant arguments between her, her mother and Kinroy. Because she was being so obviously frustrated, she began to grow bitter and hard, and short contradictory phrases pa.s.sed between her and her mother, princ.i.p.ally originating in Suzanne.
"No, no, no!" was her constantly reiterated statement. "I won"t do it! What of it? It"s silly! Let me alone! I won"t talk!" So it went.
Mrs. Dale was planning hourly how to abduct her. Chloroforming and secret removal after the fashion she had in her mind was not so easy of accomplishment. It was such a desperate thing to do to Suzanne. She was afraid she might die under its influence. It could not be administered without a doctor. The servants would think it strange. She fancied there were whispered suspicions already. Finally she thought of pretending to agree with Suzanne, removing all barriers, and asking her to come to Albany to confer with her guardian, or rather the legal representative of the Marquardt Trust Company, which held her share of her father the late Westfield Dale"s estate in trust for her, in regard to some property in western New York, which belonged to her. Mrs. Dale decided to pretend to be obliged to go to Albany in order to have Suzanne sign a waiver of right to any share in her mother"s private estate, after which, supposedly, she would give Suzanne her freedom, having also disinherited her in her will. Suzanne, according to this scheme, was then to come back to New York and go her way and her mother was not to see her any more.
To make this more effective, Kinroy was sent to tell her of her mother"s plan and beg her for her own and her family"s sake not to let the final separation come about. Mrs. Dale changed her manner. Kinroy acted his part so effectively that what with her mother"s resigned look and indifferent method of address, Suzanne was partly deceived. She imagined her mother had experienced a complete change of heart and might be going to do what Kinroy said.
"No," she replied to Kinroy"s pleadings, "I don"t care whether she cuts me off. I"ll be very glad to sign the papers. If she wants me to go away, I"ll go. I think she has acted very foolishly through all this, and so have you."
"I wish you wouldn"t let her do that," observed Kinroy, who was rather exulting over the satisfactory manner in which this bait was being swallowed. "Mama is broken hearted. She wants you to stay here, to wait six months or a year before you do anything at all, but if you won"t, she"s going to ask you to do this. I"ve tried to persuade her not to. I"d hate like anything to see you go. Won"t you change your mind?"
"I told you I wouldn"t, Kinroy. Don"t ask me."
Kinroy went back to his mother and reported that Suzanne was stubborn as ever, but that the trick would in all probability work. She would go aboard the train thinking she was going to Albany. Once aboard, inside a closed car, she would scarcely suspect until the next morning, and then they would be far in the Adirondack Mountains.
The scheme worked in part. Her mother, as had Kinroy, went through this prearranged scene as well as though she were on the stage. Suzanne fancied she saw her freedom near at hand. Only a travelling bag was packed, and Suzanne went willingly enough into the auto and the train, only stipulating one thing--that she be allowed to call up Eugene and explain. Both Kinroy and her mother objected, but, when finally she refused flatly to go without, they acceded. She called him up at the office--it was four o"clock in the afternoon, and they were leaving at five-thirty--and told him. He fancied at once it was a ruse, and told her so, but she thought not. Mrs. Dale had never lied to her before, neither had her brother. Their words were as bonds.
"Eugene says this is a trap, mama," said Suzanne, turning from the phone to her mother, who was near by. "Is it?"
"You know it isn"t," replied her mother, lying unblushingly.
"If it is, it will come to nothing," she replied, and Eugene heard her. He was strengthened into acquiescence by the tone of her voice. Surely she was a wonderful girl--a master of men and women in her way.
"Very well, if you think it"s all right," said Eugene; "but I"ll be very lonely. I"ve been so already. I shall be more so, Flower Face, unless I see you soon. Oh, if the time were only up!"
"It will be, Eugene," she replied, "in a very few days now. I"ll be back Thursday, and then you can come down and see me."
"Thursday afternoon?"
"Yes. We"re to be back Thursday morning."
She finally hung up the receiver and they entered the automobile and an hour later the train.