"Hasn"t, huh?" George asked thoughtfully, hopefully.
"No, she hasn"t!" Warren reiterated, gaining confidence. "I"ve been a fool, I admit that, but Rachael has no cause to go off at half-c.o.c.k, this way!"
"What d"you mean by that?" George asked flatly. "What do you mean- -you"ve been a fool?"
"I"ve been a fool about Magsie Clay," Warren admitted, "and Rachael learned about it, that"s all. My Lord! there never was an instant in my life when I took it seriously, I give you my word, George!"
"Well, if Rachael takes it seriously, and Magsie takes it seriously, you may find yourself beginning to take it seriously, too," George said with a dull man"s simple evasion of confusing elements.
"Rachael may get her divorce," Warren said desperately. "I can"t help that, I suppose. I"ve got a letter from her here--she left it. I don"t know what she thinks! But I"ll never marry Margaret Clay--that much is settled. I"ll leave town--my work"s ended, I might as well be dead. G.o.d knows I wish I were!"
"Just how far have you gone with Magsie?" George interrupted quietly.
"Why, nothing at all!" Warren said. "Flowers, handbags, things like that! I"ve kissed her, but I swear Rachael never gave me any reason to think she"d mind that."
"How often have you seen her?" George asked in a somewhat relieved tone. "Have you seen her once a week?"
"Oh, yes! I say frankly that this was a--a flirtation, George.
I"ve seen her pretty nearly every day---"
"But she hasn"t got any letters--nothing like that?"
Warren"s confident expression changed.
"Well, yes, she has some letters. I--d.a.m.n it! I am a fool, George!
I swear I wrote them just as I might to anybody. I--I knew it mattered to her, you know, and that she looked for them. I don"t know how they"d read!"
George was silent, scowling, and Warren said, "d.a.m.n it!" again nervously, before the other man said:
"What do you think she will do?"
"I don"t know, George," Warren said honestly.
"Could you--buy her off?" George presently asked after thought.
"Magsie? Never! She"s not that type. She"s one of ourselves as to that, George. It was that that made me like Magsie--she"s a lady, you know. She thinks she"s in love; she wants to be married. And if Rachael divorces me, what else can I do?"
"Rachael wants the divorce for the boys," George said. "She told Alice so. She said that except for that, nothing on earth would have made her consider it. But she doesn"t want you and Magsie Clay to have any hold over her sons--and can you blame her? She"s been dragged through all this once. You might have thought of that!"
"Oh, my G.o.d!" Warren said, stopping by the mantel, and putting his face in his hands.
"Well, what did you think would happen?" George asked as Magsie had asked.
Then for perhaps two long minutes there was absolute silence, while Warren remained motionless, and George, in great distress, rubbed his upstanding hair.
"George, what shall I do?" Warren burst out at length.
"Why, now I"ll tell you," the older man said in a tone that carried exquisite balm to his listener. "Alice and I have talked this over, of course, and this seems to me to be the only way out: we know you, old man--that"s what hurts. Alice and I know exactly what has got you into this thing. You"re too easy, Warren. You think because you mean honorably by Magsie Clay, and amuse yourself by being generous to her, that Magsie means honorably by you. You"ve got a high standard of morals, Greg, but where they differ from the common standards you fail. If the world is going to put a certain construction upon your attentions to an actress, it doesn"t matter what private construction you happen to put upon them! Wake up, and realize what a fool you are to try to buck the conventions! What you need is to study other people"s morals, not to be eternally justifying and a.n.a.lyzing your own. I don"t know how you"ll come out of this thing. Upon my word, it"s the worst mess we ever got into since you misquoted Professor Diggs and he sued you. Remember that?"
"Oh, George--my G.o.d--how you stood by me then," Warren said. "Get me out of this, and I"ll believe that there never was a friend like you in the world! I don"t know what I ever did to have you and Alice stand by me--"
"Alice isn"t standing by you to any conspicuous extent," George Valentine said smilingly, "although, last night, when she was putting the girls to bed, she put her arms about Martha, and said, "George, she wouldn"t be here to-day if Greg hadn"t taken the chance and cut that thing out of her throat!" At which, of course," Doctor Valentine added with his boyish smile, "Martha"s dad had to wipe his eyes, and Martha"s mother began to cry!"
And again he frankly wiped his eyes.
"However, the thing is this," he presently resumed, "if you could buy off Magsie--simply tell her frankly that you"ve been a fool, that you don"t want to go on with it--no, eh?" A little discouraged by Warren"s dubious shake of the head, he went on to the next suggestion. "Well, then, if you can"t--tell her that there cannot be any talk at present of a legal separation, and that you are going away. Would you have the nerve to do that? Tell her that you"ll be back in eight months or a year. But of course the best thing would be to buy her off, or call it off in some way, and then write Rachael fully, frankly--tell her the whole thing, ask her to wait at least one year, and then let you see her--"
Warren could see himself writing this letter, could even see himself walking into the dear old sitting-room at Home Dunes.
"I might see Magsie," he said after thought, "and ask her what she would take in place of what she wants. It"s just possible, but I don"t believe she would---"
"Well, what could she do if you simply called the whole thing off?" George asked. "Hang it! it"s a beastly thing to do, but if she wants money, you"ve got it, and you"ve done her no harm, though n.o.body"ll believe that."
"She"ll take the heartbroken att.i.tude," Warren said slowly.
"She"ll say that she trusted me, that she can"t believe me, and so on."
"Well, you can stand that. Just set your jaw, and think of Rachael, and go through with it once and for all."
"Yes, but then if she should turn to Rachael again?"
"Ah, well, she mustn"t do that. Let her think that, after the year, you"ll come to a fresh understanding rather than let her fight. And meanwhile, if I were you, I would write Rachael a long letter and make a clean breast. Alice and the girls go down to- morrow; they"ll keep me in touch. How about coming in here for a bachelor dinner Friday? Then we can talk developments."
"George, you certainly are a generous loyal friend!" Warren Gregory said, a dry huskiness in his voice as he wrung the other"s hand in good-bye.
George went upstairs to tell the interested and excited and encouraged Alice about their talk, and Alice laughed and cried with-pleasure, confident that everything would come out well now, and grateful beyond words that Greg was showing so humbled and penitent a spirit.
"Leave Rachael to me!" Alice said exultingly. "How we"ll all laugh at this nonsense some day!"
Even Warren Gregory, walking down the street, was conscious of new hope and confidence. He was not thinking of Magsie to-day, but of Rachael, the most superb and splendid figure of womanhood that had ever come into his life. How she had raged at him in that last memorable talk; how vital, how vigorous she was, uncompromising, direct, courageous! And as a swimmer, who miles away from sh.o.r.e in the cruel shifting green water, might think with aching longing of the quiet home garden, the kitchen with its glowing fire and gleaming pottery, the pleasant homely routine of uneventful days, and wonder that he had ever found safety and comfort anything less than a miracle, Warren thought of the wife he had sacrificed, the children and home that had been his, unchallenged and undisputed, only a few months before. He knew just where he had failed his wife. He felt to-day that to comfort her again, to take her to dinner again, violets on her breast, and to see her loosen her veil, and lay aside her gloves with those little gestures so familiar and so infinitely dear would be heaven, no less! What comradeship they had had, they two, what theatre trips, what summer days in the car, what communion over the first baby"s downy head, what conferences over the new papers and cretonnes for Home Dunes!
Girded by these and a hundred other sacred memories he went to Magsie, who was busy, the maid told him, with her hairdresser. But she presently came out to him, wrapped snugly in a magnificent embroidered kimono, and with her ma.s.ses of bright hair, almost dry, hanging about her lovely little face. She had never in all their intercourse shown him quite this touch of intimacy before, and he felt with a little wince of his heart that it was a sign of her approaching possession.
"Greg, dear," said Magsie seating herself on the arm of his chair, and resting her soft little person against him, "I"ve been thinking about you, and about the wonderful, WONDERFUL way that all our troubles have come out! If anyone had told us, two months ago, that Rachael would set you free, and that all this would have happened, we wouldn"t have believed it, would we? I watched you walking down the street yesterday afternoon, and, oh, Greg, I hope I"m going to be a good wife to you; I hope I"m going to make up to you for all the misery you"ve had to bear!"
This was not the opening sentence Warren was expecting. Magsie had been petulant the day before, and had pettishly declared that she would not wait a year for any man in the world. Warren had at once seized the opening to say that he would not hold her to anything against her will, to be answered by a burst of tears, and an entreaty not to be "so mean." Then Magsie had to be soothed, and they had gone to tea as a part of that familiar process. But to- day her mood was different; she was full of youthful enthusiasm for the future.
"You know I love Rachael, Greg, and of course she is a most exceptional woman," bubbled Magsie happily, "but she doesn"t appreciate the fact that you"re a genius--you"re not a little everyday husband, to be held to her ideas of what"s done and what isn"t done! Big men are a law unto themselves. If Rachael wants to hang over babies" cribs, and scare you to death every time Jim sneezes--"
Warren listened no further. His mind went astray on a memory of the night Jim was feverish, a memory of Rachael in her trailing dull-blue robe, with her thick braids hanging over her shoulders.
He remembered that Jim was promised the circus if he would take his medicine; and how Rachael, with smiling lips and anxious eyes, had described the big lions and the elephants for the little restless potentate---
"--because I"ve had enough of Bowman, and enough of this city, and all I ask is to run away with you, and never think of rehearsals and routes and all the rest of it in my life again!" Magsie was saying. Presently she seemed to notice his silence, for she asked abruptly: "Where"s Rachael?"
Warren roused himself from deep thought.
"At the Long Island house; at Clark"s Hills."
"Oh!" Magsie, who was now seated opposite him, clasped her hands girlishly about her knees. "What is the plan, Greg?" she asked vivaciously.