"Louise won"t do that," she said. "I sometimes think that her work is more to her than anything else in life. I suppose you two will find a way out of it, somehow."
"There is only one way, and Louise will have to make up her mind to it," John declared steadfastly. "However, my time hasn"t come just yet.
Until it comes, I must make the best of things. Tell me more about your own love-affairs, Sophy."
"It isn"t a love-affair at all!" she exclaimed, almost indignantly.
"Why, I am sorry. Your prospective alliance, then, shall I call it?"
"Oh, it isn"t interesting," she said. "It"s just a young man in Bath. He is a lawyer and moderately well off. He has wanted me to marry him for years. He was a friend of my brother"s. Lately he has been bothering a little more than usual--in fact, I suppose I have received what might be called an ultimatum. He came up yesterday, and I went out with him last night. He has gone back to Bath this morning, and I have promised to let him know in a month. I think that is why I went out to Waterloo Bridge in a mackintosh and got wet."
"Do you like him?" John asked practically.
"I like him, I suppose," Sophy sighed. "That"s the worst of it. If I didn"t like him, there might be some chance. I can"t realize myself ever doing more than liking him in a mild sort of way; and if he expected more, as of course he would, then I should probably hate him. He tried to kiss me on the way to the station and I nearly scratched him. That isn"t like me, you know. I rather like being kissed sometimes."
John buried himself in the wine-list.
"Well," he admitted, "it doesn"t sound very hopeful. I"m no sort of judge in these matters, but I have heard lots of people say that one gets on all right after marriage without caring very much before. You don"t seem to have a very comfortable life now, do you?"
"Comfortable? No, but I am free," Sophy replied quickly. "I can come in and go out when I please, choose my own friends, give my kisses to whom I please. Marriage--the sort of marriage mine would be--is slavery, and nothing else. What I am afraid of," she went on, "is that when I was down in that highly respectable old city, sitting all day in a respectable little villa, with two servants to order about and housekeeping-books to keep, I should feel the old pull come over me, and some day I should chuck it all and come back here to play around under the lights. It"s rather fine to be here, you know--to be in the atmosphere, even if the lime-light misses one."
John sighed, and regarded her thoughtfully.
"You"re a queer little girl, Sophy," he said. "I don"t know how to advise you."
"Of course you don"t," she answered. "No one could. As for you, I suppose you will marry Louise. What will happen to you after that, I don"t know. Perhaps I sha"n"t care so much about London then. You"ve made it very nice for me, you know."
"You"ve made it bearable even for me," he told her. "I often think how lonely I should have been without you to talk to. Louise sometimes is delightfully companionable, and kind enough to turn one"s head. Other days I scarcely understand her; everything we say to one another seems wrong. I come away and leave her simply because I feel that there is a wall between us that I can"t get over."
"There isn"t really," Sophy sighed. "Louise is a dear. Considering everything, I think she is wonderful. But you are utterly different. She is very complex, very emotional, and she has her own standards of life.
You, on the other hand, are very simple, very faithful and honest, and you accept the standards which have been made for you--very, very rigidly, John."
"I wonder!" he murmured, as he looked into his wine-gla.s.s. "Sometimes I think I am a fool. Sometimes I think I"d do better to let go the strings and just live as others do. Sometimes ideas come into one"s head that upset principles and everything. I don"t know!"
Sophy leaned across the table toward him.
"Be a little more human, John," she begged. "You must feel kind things sometimes. Couldn"t you say them? I am depressed and gloomy. Be like other men, for once, and flirt with me a little! Try to say things, even if you don"t mean them--just for once, for a few short hours!"
He held her hand for a moment. The fingers seemed to respond to his touch with a little thrill.
"You silly child!" he exclaimed. "If I were to begin to say all the kind things I feel about you--"
"Begin, then--begin!" she interrupted. "What do you think of me, really?
Am I pretty? Do you like to have me here at the table with you, or is your mind too full of Louise? Do you notice that I"ve a pretty frock on, and my hair is nicely arranged? I have taken so much trouble to-night.
What are you looking at?"
John"s whole expression had suddenly changed. His eyes were fixed upon the door, his face was stern as a granite block. Sophy turned quickly around. The _maitre d"hotel_, with another satellite in his rear, was welcoming with much ceremony two lately arrived guests. Sophy clutched at the table-cloth. The newcomers were Louise and the Prince of Seyre.
"I don"t understand this!" John muttered, his lips twitching.
Sophy Gerard said nothing. Her cheeks were pink with excitement.
Suddenly Louise saw John and Sophy. She stood quite still for a moment; then she came toward them, slowly and a little languidly. The prince was still studying through his eye-gla.s.s the various tables which the head waiter was offering for his consideration.
"What an astonishing meeting!" Louise remarked, as she laid her hand for a moment on Sophy"s shoulder. "What is going on behind my back?"
John rose very slowly to his feet. He seemed taller than ever, and Louise"s smile remained unanswered.
"The rain broke up my week-end party," he explained, "and I met Sophy in the Strand. In any case, I intended returning to-night. I understood that you would not be here until to-morrow about eleven o"clock."
"Those were my plans," Louise replied; "but, as you see, other things have intervened. Our little house party, too, was broken up by this abominable weather, and we all motored up to town. The Faradays have gone home. The prince heard from Miles that I was at home, and telephoned me to dine. _Me voici!_"
John was struggling with a crowd of hateful thoughts. Louise was wearing a wonderful gown; her hair was beautifully arranged; she had the air of a woman whose toilet was complete and perfect down to the slightest detail. The prince"s slow drawl reached them distinctly.
"It was my servant"s fault, I suppose," he said. "I told him to ring up last night and order the table for two in that corner. However, we will take the vacant one near your desk."
He looked around and, as if for the first time, missed Louise. He came toward them at once.
"The prince seems to have ordered his table last night," John remarked, his tone, even to himself, sounding queer and strained.
Louise made no reply. The prince was already shaking hands with Sophy.
"I thought you were spending the week-end with my cousin, Strangewey,"
he remarked, turning to John.
"We did spend part of it together," John replied. "The weather drove us back this afternoon."
"I congratulate you both on your good taste," said the prince. "There is nothing more abominable than a riverside retreat out of season. We are taking the table on the left, Louise."
He led her away, and they pa.s.sed down the room. John slowly resumed his seat.
"Sophy," he demanded hoa.r.s.ely, "tell me the truth. Is there anything between the prince and Louise?"
Sophy nervously crumbled up the toast by her side.
"The prince admires Louise, and has done so for many years," she answered. "No one knows anything else. Louise never speaks of him to me.
I cannot tell you."
"But you must know," he persisted, with a little break in his voice.
"Forgive me, Sophy, if I make an a.s.s of myself. First Lady Hilda, and then Graillot, and then--well, I thought Louise might have rung up to see whether I was at home, if she came back sooner than she expected; and the prince took the table last night!"
She leaned over and patted him on the hand.
"Don"t worry," she begged. "If Louise has to choose some day between him and you, I don"t think she"ll hesitate very long. And please remember that you were commencing to flirt with me. I insist upon it! I won"t be put off. Don"t look so stern, please. You look very statuesque and perfect, but I don"t want to dine with a piece of sculpture. Remember that I am really looking very pretty, and that I am finding you too attractive for my peace of mind. There"s your text!"
He poured a gla.s.s of wine and drank it off.
"I"ll do my best," he agreed. "If it sounds like rubbish, you can still believe that I appreciate everything you"ve told me. You are pretty, and I am lucky to have you here. Now I"ll try to make you believe that I think so."