Honestly, there"s something uncanny about the way he has queered you.
Brace up. Send him whirling. He isn"t worth a minute of your time, Nellie--now, that"s the fact. He"s a crazy freak. Say the word and I"ll fire him and his misbegotten plays to-night."
To this Helen made simple reply. "No, Hugh; I intend to stand to my promise. We will keep _Lillian_ on till the new play is ready. It would be unfair to Mr. Dougla.s.s--"
"But he has lost all interest in it himself. He never shows up in front, never makes a suggestion."
"He is saving all his energy for the new play."
Hugh"s lips twisted in scorn. "The new play! Yes, he"s filled with a lot of pale-blue moonshine now. He"s got another "idea." That"s the trouble with these literary chaps, they"re so swelled by their own notions they can"t write what the common audience wants. His new play will be a worse "frost" than this. You"ll ruin us all if you don"t drop him. We stand to lose forty thousand dollars on _Lillian_ already."
"Nevertheless, I shall give the new play a production," she replied, and Hugh turned away in speechless dismay and disgust.
The papers were filled with stinging allusions to her failure. A shrewd friend from Boston met her with commiseration in her face. "It"s a good play and a fine part," she said, "but they don"t want you in such work.
They like you when you look wicked."
"I know that, but I"m tired of playing the wanton adventuress for such people. I want to appeal to a more thoughtful public for the rest of my stage career."
"Why not organize a church like Mrs. Allinger?" sneered another less friendly critic. "The stage is no place for sermons."
"You are horribly unjust. _Lillian"s Duty_ is a powerful acting drama, and has its audience if I could reach it. Perhaps I"m not the one to do Mr. Dougla.s.s"s work, after all," she added, humbly.
Deep in her heart Helen MacDavitt the woman was hungry for some one to tell her that he loved her. She longed to put her head down on a strong man"s breast to weep. "If Dougla.s.s would only open his arms to me I would go to him. I would not care what the world says."
She wished to see him reinstate himself not merely with the public but in her own estimate of him. As she believed that by means of his pen he would conquer, she comprehended that his present condition was fevered, unnatural, and she hoped--she believed--it to be temporary. "Success will bring back the old, brave, sanguine, self-contained Dougla.s.s whose forthright power and self-confidence won my admiration," she said, and with this secret motive to sustain her she went to her nightly delineation of _Lillian_.
She had lived long without love, and her heart now sought for it with an intensity which made her art of the highest account only as served the man she loved. Praise and publicity were alike of no value unless they brought success and happiness to him whose eyes called her with growing power.
XIV
At last the new play was finished and the author brought it and laid it in the hands of the actress as if it were a new-born child, and her heart leaped with joy. He was no longer the stern and self-absorbed writer. His voice was tender as he said, "I give this to you in the hope that it may regain for you what you have lost."
The tears sprang to Helen"s eyes, and a word of love rose to her lips.
"It is very beautiful, and we will triumph in it."
He seemed about to speak some revealing, sealing word, but the presence of the mother restrained him. Helen, recognizing the returning tide of his love, to which she related no self-seeking, was radiant.
"Come, we will put it in rehearsal at once," she said. "I know you are as eager to have it staged as I. I will not read it. I will wait till you read it for the company to-morrow morning."
"I do not go to that ordeal with the same joy as before," he admitted.
The company met him with far less of interest in this reading of the second play, and his own manner was distinctly less confident. Hugh and Westervelt maintained silence, but their opposition was as palpable as a cold wind. Royleston"s cynical face expressed an open contempt. The lesser people were anxious to know the kind of characters they were to play, and a few were sympathetically eager to hear the play itself.
He read the ma.n.u.script with some a.s.surance of manner, but made no suggestion as to the stage business, contenting himself with producing an effect on the minds of the princ.i.p.als; but as the girlish charm of _Enid"s_ character made itself felt, the women of the company began to glow.
"Why, it"s very beautiful!" they exclaimed.
Hugh, on the scent for another "problem," began to relax, and even Westervelt grunted a few words of approval, qualified at once by the whispered words, "Not a cent in it--not a cent." Royleston, between his acts, regarded the air with dreamy gaze. "I don"t see myself in that part yet, but it"s very good--very good."
The reading closed rather well, producing the desired effect of "happy tears" on the faces of several of the feminine members of the cast, and Helen again spoke of her pleasure in such work and asked them to "lend themselves" to the lines. "This play is a kind of poem," she said, "and makes a direct appeal to women, and yet I believe it will also win its way to the hearts of the men."
As they rose Dougla.s.s returned the ma.n.u.script to Helen with a bow. "I renounce all rights. Hereafter I am but a spectator."
"I think you are right in not attempting rehearsals. You are worn and tired. Why don"t you go away for a time? A sea voyage would do you good."
"No, I must stay and face the music, as my father used to say. I do not wish to seem to run away, and, besides, I may be able to offer a suggestion now and then."
"Oh, I didn"t mean to have you miss the first night. You could come back for that. If you stay we will be glad of any suggestion at any time--won"t we, Hugh?"
Hugh refused to be brought into any marked agreement. "Of course, the author"s advice is valuable, but with a man like Olquest--"
"I don"t want to see a single rehearsal," replied Dougla.s.s. "I want to have the joy this time of seeing my characters on the opening night fully embodied. If the success of the play depended upon my personal supervision, the case would be different, but it doesn"t. I trust you and Olquest. I will keep away."
Again they went to lunch together, but the old-time elation was sadly wanting. Hugh was silent and Dougla.s.s gloomy. Helen cut the luncheon for a ride in the park, which did them good, for the wind was keen and inspiriting and the landscape wintry white and blue and gold. She succeeded in provoking her playwright to a smile now and then by some audacious sally against the sombre silence of her cavaliers.
They halted for half an hour in the upper park while she called the squirrels to her and fed them from her own hands--those wonderful hands that had so often lured with jewels and threatened with steel. No one seeing this refined, sweet woman in tasteful furs would have related her with the _Gismonda_ and _Istar_, but Dougla.s.s thrilled with sudden accession of confidence. "How beautiful she will be as _Enid_!" he thought, as, with a squirrel on her shoulder, she turned with shining face to softly call: "This is David. Isn"t he a dear?"
She waited until the keen-eyed rascals had taken her last nut, then slowly returned to the carriage side. "I like to win animals like that.
It thrills my heart to have them set their fearless little feet on my arm."
Hugh uttered a warning. "You want to be careful how you handle them; they bite like demons."
"Oh, now, don"t spoil it!" she exclaimed. "I"m sure they know me and trust me."
Dougla.s.s was moved to their defence, and strove during the remainder of the ride to add to Helen"s pleasure; and this effort on his part made her eyes shine with joy--a joy almost pathetic in its intensity.
As they parted at the door of his hotel he said: "If you do not succeed this time I will utterly despair of the public. I know how sweet you will be as _Enid_. They must bow down before you as I do."
"I will give my best powers to this--be sure nothing will be neglected at rehearsal."
"I know you will," he answered, feelingly.
She was better than her promise, laboring tirelessly in the effort to embody through her company the poetry, the charm, which lay even in the smaller roles of the play. That one so big and brusque as Dougla.s.s should be able to define so many and such fugitive feminine emotions was a constant source of wonder and delight to her. The discovery gave her trust and confidence in him, and to her admiration of his power was added something which stole into her mind like music, causing foolish dreams and moments of reckless exaltation wherein she asked herself whether to be a great actress was not, after all, a thing of less profit than to be a wife and mother.
She saw much less of him than she wished, for Hugh remained coldly unresponsive in his presence, and threw over their meetings a restraint which prevented the joyous companionship of their first acquaintanceship.
More than this, Helen was conscious of being watched and commented upon, not merely by Hugh and Westervelt, but by guests of the hotel and representatives of the society press. Dougla.s.s, in order to shield her, and also because his position in the world was less secure than ever, returned to his self-absorbed, impersonal manner of speech. He took no part in the rehearsals, except to rush in at the close with some changes which he wished embodied at once, regardless of the vexation and confusion resulting. His brain was still perilously active, and not only cut and refined the dialogue, but made most radical modifications of the "business."
Helen began to show the effects of the strain upon her; for she was not merely carrying the burden of _Lillian"s Duty_, and directing rehearsals of the new piece--she was deeply involved in the greatest problem than can come to a woman. She loved Dougla.s.s; but did she love him strongly enough to warrant her in saying so--when he should ask her?
His present poverty she put aside as of no serious account. A man so physically powerful, so mentally alert, was rich in possibilities. The work which he had already done ent.i.tled him to rank above millionaires, but that his very forcefulness, his strong will, his dominating idealism would make him her master--would inevitably change her relation to the world--had already changed it, in fact--she was not ready to acknowledge.
Up to this time her love for the stage had been single-minded. No man had touched her heart with sufficient fire to disturb her serenity, but now she was not merely following where he led, she was questioning the value and morality of her avocation.
"If I cannot play high roles, if the public will not have me in work like this I am now rehearsing, then I will retire to private life. I will no longer be a plaything for the man-headed monster," she said one day.