"Oh, yes; entirely. And we"re quite comfortable. We had even thought of having our ponies brought from the stable at Bartolo, so that we could ride if it grew still milder."
"Risky."
"Well, you"re probably right." She paused and scrutinized her toes to see that they were not scorching. "Charlie brought Imo and me here on his way home; you can take us back to our cabins when we"re ready to go."
"Imo here?" Bryant"s eyebrows lifted.
"Over in the shack Dave called "the hospital." Dave was here when we came and Imo asked him to take her to the place; she had heard something of an injured man from Louise Graham. Did Louise really help during an operation?" Lee nodded. "Well, she"s odd in many ways. Must be--what shall I say?--a little thick-skinned not to mind blood and all the rest of it. And she doesn"t go about much; not at all with the real crowd at Kennard, only with a slow one when she does go. With her father well off, I"d think she would want to be doing something worth while. Charlie"s still mad for her, but Gretzie thought after he met her at our cabins that she was too self-conceited. When he asked her if the men of New York, compared with Western men, didn"t impress her with superiority and smartness of dress, she said, "Not those of my acquaintance; they don"t try to impress one; it isn"t done in their circle, you know. That"s one of the differences in manners, I suppose, that distinguishes Fifth Avenue from Broadway." Gretzie was furious.
He had been speaking of Broadway shows and restaurants and things at the time. He declared later that a little attention had turned her head, and that what she had said was all rot. I don"t care for her, either. But let us talk of ourselves, Lee."
"Yes, that"s more interesting," he remarked, with an accent of irony that escaped her.
He was curious to learn what this talk was leading to. His curiosity outweighed the irritation he felt at her calm ignoring of the past weeks, at her complacent a.s.sumption of his love, at the kiss and the caress she had bestowed, indeed, at her very presence in the room.
"Tell me everything about your work and about yourself," she said, folding her hands and gazing up at him. "I"m so impatient to hear."
"Nothing worth relating has occurred," he replied.
"You"ve been well?"
"Oh, quite. This is a regular health resort."
"And you"re not working too hard?"
"For a whole week I scarcely stirred from the stove," said he.
"I"m so glad. You had earned a rest. You don"t seem worried about anything, either."
"Worried?" His intonation was that of surprise. Then he added, as if by after-thought, "Oh, no."
"How relieved I am! I feared you might be worrying your head off about difficulties--cold weather, the time limit set, perhaps money matters.
I gained the impression somewhere that you might run short before you finished; I can"t just say where I got it. From Imo, perhaps. Nothing definite, you know. But it"s so nice to know that you"re no longer anxious. That means you"re sure you"ll build the ditch. How much more is there to do?"
"You can see the north camp out of that window."
Ruth rose and went to the window indicated, where she stood surveying the men and teams at work beyond the camp and the stretch of sagebrush extending to the white specks of tents in the distance.
"That"s all that"s left to do, Lee?"
"That"s all. Three miles."
"Charlie Menocal hasn"t said anything about it lately."
"Knowing Charlie, I"m amazed," he commented.
Ruth resumed her seat and proceeded to toast her toes anew. Her glances from time to time were directed at Lee"s countenance somewhat speculatively. Several times she smoothed her dress with slow attention. Lee continued his deliberate smoking.
"Well, it"s a great comfort to know that you"re well and that everything is proceeding so brightly," she stated, at length. "You must take time to run down and see me, now that I"m back. I"m not going to be satisfied with anything less than almost every evening with you. Bring along one of those nice engineer boys for Imogene while we talk."
Lee gave a shake of his head.
"Don"t count on me," he said. "We"re doing night work as well as day.
We"re near the end. Have to push the job. Little time to spare." He jerked the phrases forth shortly, one after another.
"Do try to come once in a while, though," she responded, gazing about the room in a way that gave her speech a perfunctory character. That, at any rate, was the impression made upon Lee; and he continued to puzzle his brain as to what underlay it all--what motive, what object.
At the same time he was sickened by the suave interest she pretended, by her shallow insincerity. "I"ve wondered if I could be of any help here to you," she went on. But a sharp movement on his part caused her to say, "Still, I know a man doesn"t like a girl messing up his work. That"s one reason I"ve been careful not to propose it before, or even to make the demands on your time that some girls would have made.
I"ll be glad when the project is out of the way; then we can begin to plan for ourselves." She cast her eyes upward at s.p.a.ce. "There are lots of things to decide--where to live, and so on. You come soon and we"ll set some of them down on paper for consideration."
Lee could not escape that feeling of perfunctoriness in her twitter of talk. It went no further than that, however; he had no chagrin or repugnance or anger at the thin duplicity, not even at her complacent confidence in his stupidity and infatuation. For to count on his being blind to the past and deluded by her words, she could only believe him both stupid and infatuated. He was quite calm. His actual state of mind was, more than anything else, one of detachment. He imagined that he had come to a point where she was incapable of arousing in him any kind of sentiment or pa.s.sion.
Presently she took up her furs and walked humming about the office as she adjusted them.
"I"d like to stay all day, but must be going," she said. "Imo and I were wondering, by the way, if you could send us a man with some tar-paper to line our cabins."
"Of course. I"ll send him after dinner. And he can chop you some wood and bring your water."
She stood for a little examining a blue-print tacked on the wall.
"That"s like the one Mr. Gretzinger sometimes carries," she remarked.
"I suppose he"ll be returning one of these days. Not that it matters; he was tiresome at times, like Charlie Menocal." She studied the lines of the map attentively. "He appeared anxious to get to New York. Said something about a sweetheart there. You"ll be glad if he doesn"t come back to bother you again, won"t you, Lee dear?" She swung about, laughing.
"Oh, he"ll show up."
"I wasn"t sure; he said he thought not."
Lee emptied and put away his pipe.
"He"ll come," was his a.s.sured reply.
"Then he must have been "kidding" me."
Her thoughtful air returned. She picked a raveling from her sleeve, and stroked her fur, and inspected the tips of her gloves, and untied and retied the strings of her cap--all with an inscrutable face. Then suddenly her mind appeared to be made up.
"Well, dear, run and bring your car and we"ll pick up Imogene," she said, giving him a quick pat on the cheek.
Lee experienced an inward and involuntary shrinking at that touch. He no more could have returned the caress than he could have risen off the ground into the air, like those floating figures depicted in sacred paintings. After all, she was quite capable of stirring a sentiment in his heart--a sentiment of aversion.
"Go join Imo," he replied. "One of the boys will bring the car to the hospital and take you home. Impossible for me to drive you there to-day."
That was it--impossible, literally impossible, for his whole being was in revolt. The threshold of the door might have been a dead-line; he was unable to cross it, at any rate. With a stony aspect he watched her depart and wave a hand back at him from a distance and at last disappear. Then he closed the door and leaned his head against it, with his features drawn in an expression of pain and desperation. His position was diabolical. She meant to hold him to his word; she believed he loved her; and, anyway, she had him fast in a coil. Yes, she had him fast. And he did not love her, not at all. On the contrary, he detested her--detested her with all his heart, almost to hatred, utterly.
CHAPTER XXIII
"Will you be so kind as to come here?" Mr. Menocal inquired of Bryant.