"Aye, that I did! She wouldn"t tell you. There"ll be many a thing in life she won"t tell you. I went to let her hear from my lips what I thought of her as a wife for you. I told her what I thought of a woman who plays the part of a wanton--"
"Stephen!" John thundered.
"The part of an adulterous wife upon the stage for every man and woman who pay their silver to go and gape at! It seems I did no good--no good, that is, if she has promised to marry you."
John drew a breath. His task was harder, even, than he had imagined. All the time he tried to keep one thought fixed in his mind. Stephen was his elder brother. It was Stephen who had been his guardian and his guide through all his youth. He thought of Stephen"s fifty odd years of simple and strenuous living, of his charity, of his strength--that very strength which had kept him in the narrow way, which had kept him from looking to the right or to the left in his walk through life.
"Stephen," John said, "you are growing harder with the years. Was there never a time, when you were younger, when you were my age, when you felt differently toward women?"
"Never, thank Heaven!" Stephen replied. "I was too near the sorrow that fell upon our house when our father died with a broken heart. There were the other two as well--one with a bullet in his brain, the other a drunkard. Maybe, when I was your age, I felt at times what I suppose you feel. Well, I just took it in both hands and strangled it. If you must have a sweetheart, why don"t you take the little fair-haired girl--Sophy, you called her? She"d do you as little harm as any of them."
"Because it is not a sweetheart of that sort I want," John protested vigorously. "I"ve had the same feelings as most men, I suppose, but I"ve fought my battle out to the end, only for a different reason. I want a wife and I want children."
"Will she bring you children, that woman?" Stephen asked bitterly.
"I hope so," John a.s.serted simply. "I believe so."
There was a moment"s silence. Stephen lit his pipe and puffed steadily at it, his eyes fixed upon the log that blazed on the hearth.
"There is a muzzle upon my mouth," he said presently. "There are words close to my lips which would part you and me, so I"ll say no more. Go your own way, John. I"ll ask you but one more question, and you must take that as man from man, brother from brother. How old is she?"
"Twenty-seven."
"And she has been an actress, playing parts like the one I saw her in, for how long?"
"Since she was nineteen," John replied.
"And you believe she"s a good woman?"
John gripped at the sides of his chair. With a tremendous effort he kept the torrent of words from his lips.
"I know she is," he answered calmly.
"Has she told you so?"
"A man has no need to put such a question to the woman he cares for."
"Then you haven"t asked her?"
John laid down his pipe and rose to his feet. He gripped his brother by the arm.
"Stephen," he said, "it"s a hard fight for me, this, to sit face to face with you and know what you are thinking, with the love for this woman strong and sweet in my heart. You don"t understand, Stephen; you"re a long way from understanding. But you are my brother. Don"t make it too hard! I am not a child. Believe in me. I would not take any woman to be my wife, and the mother of my children, who was not a good woman. I am off to-morrow morning, Stephen. I came all the way just on an impulse, because I felt that I must tell you myself. It would be one of the best things in the world to ride that ten miles back again to-morrow morning, to have told you how things are, to have felt your hand in mine, and to know that there was no shadow of misunderstanding between us!"
Stephen, too, rose to his feet. They stood together before the fire.
"Man to man, John," Stephen said, as he gripped his brother by the hands, "I love you this moment as I always have done and as I always shall do. And if this thing must be between us, I"ll say but one last word, and you"ll take it from me, even though I am the only man on earth you"d take it from. Before you marry, ask her!"
x.x.xII
John went back to town, telling himself that all had gone as well as he had expected. He had done his duty. He had told Stephen his news, and they had parted friends. Yet all the time he was conscious of an undercurrent of disconcerting thoughts.
Louise met him at the station, and he fancied that her expression, too, although she welcomed him gaily enough, was a little anxious.
"Well?" she asked, as she took his arm and led him to where her motor-car was waiting. "What did that terrible brother of yours say?"
John made a little grimace.
"It might have been worse," he declared. "Stephen wasn"t pleased, of course. He hates women like poison, and he always will. That is because he doesn"t know very much about them, and because he will insist upon dwelling upon certain unhappy incidents of our family history."
"I shall never forget the morning he came to call on me," Louise sighed.
"He threatened all sorts of terrible things if I did not give you up."
"Why didn"t you tell me about it?" John asked.
"I thought it might worry you," she replied, "and it couldn"t do any good. He believed he was doing his duty. John, you are sure about yourself, aren"t you?"
"Come and have tea with me in my rooms, and I"ll tell you," he laughed.
"Just what I"d planned to do," she a.s.sented, with a sigh of content.
"It"s too late to go home and get back to the theater comfortably."
"The theater!" John murmured, a few minutes later, when they were seated in his comfortable little sitting room and he had ordered tea. "Do you know that I grudge those three or four hours of your day?"
"I believe I do, too," she admitted; "and yet a little while ago it was my only pleasure in life. Don"t sit over there, please! You are much too far away. Closer still! Let me feel your arms. You are strong and brave, aren"t you, John? You would not let any one take me away from you?"
He was a little startled by the earnestness of her words. She seemed pale and fragile, her eyes larger and deeper than usual, and her mouth tremulous. She was like a child with the shadow of some fear hanging over her. He laughed and held her tightly to him.
"There is nothing that could take you away--you know that quite well!
There is n.o.body in the world whom you need fear for a single moment. If you have troubles, I am here to share them. If you have enemies, you can leave me to dispose of them."
"I think," she murmured, "that I am in an emotional frame of mind to-day. I am not often like this, you know. I woke this morning feeling so happy; and then, all of a sudden, I couldn"t somehow believe in it--in myself. I felt it slip away. You won"t let it slip away, John?"
"Never a chance!" he promised confidently. "Look at me. Do I seem like a person to be easily got rid of? What you need is a holiday, and you need it badly. We haven"t made any plans yet, have we? I wonder whether we could break your contract at the theater!"
"We must talk to Graillot," she said. "There is a little Frenchwoman over here now. I once saw her act in Paris, and I am sure she could play _Therese_ wonderfully. But don"t let"s talk seriously any longer. Just let us sit here and talk nonsense!"
"Have you told any of your friends yet, Louise--the prince, for instance?"
He had asked this question on his way across the room to ring the bell.
There was no reply, and when he turned around, a moment or two later, he was almost frightened. Louise was sitting quite still, but the color seemed to have been drained from her cheeks. Her eyes were filled with some expression which he did not wholly understand. He only knew that they were calling him to her side, and he promptly obeyed the summons.
Her head fell upon his shoulder, her arms were locked about his neck.
"John," she sobbed, "I do not know what is the matter with me. I am hysterical. Don"t ask me any questions. Don"t talk to me. Hold me like you are doing now, and listen. I love you, John--do you understand?--I love you!"
Her lips sought his and clung to them. A queer little wave of pa.s.sion seemed to have seized her. Half crying, half laughing, she pressed her face against his. "I do not want to act to-night. I do not want to play, even to the most wonderful audience in the world. I do not want to shake hands with many hundreds of people at that hateful reception. I think I want nothing else in the world but you!"