Oh Joy and Graham entered the room from opposite ends. d.i.c.k saw that Graham"s first questing glance was for Paula.
"All ready, sir," Oh Joy announced.
d.i.c.k prepared to accompany his guest outside to the car; but Paula evidenced her intention of remaining in the house. Graham started over to her to murmur perfunctory regrets and good-by.
And she, warm with what d.i.c.k had just told of him, pleasured at the goodly sight of him, dwelling with her eyes on the light, high poise of head, the careless, sun-sanded hair, and the lightness, almost debonaireness, of his carriage despite his weight of body and breadth of shoulders. As he drew near to her, she centered her gaze on the long gray eyes whose hint of drooping lids hinted of boyish sullenness. She waited for the expression of sullenness to vanish as the eyes lighted with the smile she had come to know so well.
What he said was ordinary enough, as were her regrets; but in his eyes, as he held her hand a moment, was the significance which she had unconsciously expected and to which she replied with her own eyes. The same significance was in the pressure of the momentary handclasp. All unpremeditated, she responded to that quick pressure. As he had said, there was little need for speech between them.
As their hands fell apart, she glanced swiftly at d.i.c.k; for she had learned much, in their dozen years together, of his flashes of observance, and had come to stand in awe of his almost uncanny powers of guessing facts from nuances, and of linking nuances into conclusions often startling in their thoroughness and correctness. But d.i.c.k, his shoulder toward her, laughing over some quip of Hanc.o.c.k, was just turning his laughter-crinkled eyes toward her as he started to accompany Graham.
No, was her thought; surely d.i.c.k had seen nothing of the secret little that had been exchanged between them. It had been very little, very quick--a light in the eyes, a muscular quiver of the fingers, and no lingering. How could d.i.c.k have seen or sensed? Their eyes had certainly been hidden from d.i.c.k, likewise their clasped hands, for Graham"s back had been toward him.
Just the same, she wished she had not made that swift glance at d.i.c.k.
She was conscious of a feeling of guilt, and the thought of it hurt her as she watched the two big men, of a size and blondness, go down the room side by side. Of what had she been guilty? she asked herself. Why should she have anything to hide? Yet she was honest enough to face the fact and accept, without quibble, that she had something to hide. And her cheeks burned at the thought that she was being drifted into deception.
"I won"t be but a couple of days," Graham was saying as he shook hands with d.i.c.k at the car.
d.i.c.k saw the square, straight look of his eyes, and recognized the firmness and heartiness of his gripping hand. Graham half began to say something, then did not; and d.i.c.k knew he had changed his mind when he said:
"I think, when I get back, that I"ll have to pack."
"But the book," d.i.c.k protested, inwardly cursing himself for the leap of joy which had been his at the other"s words.
"That"s just why," Graham answered. "I"ve got to get it finished. It doesn"t seem I can work like you do. The ranch is too alluring. I can"t get down to the book. I sit over it, and sit over it, but the confounded meadowlarks keep echoing in my ears, and I begin to see the fields, and the redwood canyons, and Selim. And after I waste an hour, I give up and ring for Selim. And if it isn"t that, it"s any one of a thousand other enchantments."
He put his foot on the running-board of the pulsing car and said, "Well, so long, old man."
"Come back and make a stab at it," urged d.i.c.k. "If necessary, we"ll frame up a respectable daily grind, and I"ll lock you in every morning until you"ve done it. And if you don"t do your work all day, all day you"ll stay locked in. I"ll make you work.--Got cigarettes?--matches?"
"Right O."
"Let her go, Saunders," d.i.c.k ordered the chauffeur; and the car seemed to leap out into the darkness from the brilliantly lighted porte cochere.
Back in the house, d.i.c.k found Paula playing to the madrono sages, and ensconced himself on the couch to wait and wonder if she would kiss him good night when bedtime came. It was not, he recognized, as if they made a regular schedule of kissing. It had never been like that. Often and often he did not see her until midday, and then in the presence of guests. And often and often, she slipped away to bed early, disturbing no one with a good night kiss to her husband which might well hint to them that their bedtime had come.
No, d.i.c.k concluded, whether or not she kissed him on this particular night it would be equally without significance. But still he wondered.
She played on and sang on interminably, until at last he fell asleep.
When he awoke he was alone in the room. Paula and the sages had gone out quietly. He looked at his watch. It marked one o"clock. She had played unusually late, he knew; for he knew she had just gone. It was the cessation of music and movement that had awakened him.
And still he wondered. Often he napped there to her playing, and always, when she had finished, she kissed him awake and sent him to bed. But this night she had not. Perhaps, after all, she was coming back. He lay and drowsed and waited. The next time he looked at his watch, it was two o"clock. She had not come back.
He turned off the lights, and as he crossed the house, pressed off the hall lights as he went, while the many unimportant little nothings, almost of themselves, ranged themselves into an ordered text of doubt and conjecture that he could not refrain from reading.
On his sleeping porch, glancing at his barometers and thermometers, her laughing face in the round frame caught his eyes, and, standing before it, even bending closer to it, he studied her long.
"Oh, well," he muttered, as he drew up the bedcovers, propped the pillows behind him and reached for a stack of proofsheets, "whatever it is I"ll have to play it."
He looked sidewise at her picture.
"But, oh, Little Woman, I wish you wouldn"t," was the sighed good night.
CHAPTER XXIV
As luck would have it, beyond chance guests for lunch or dinner, the Big House was empty. In vain, on the first and second days, did d.i.c.k lay out his work, or defer it, so as to be ready for any suggestion from Paula to go for an afternoon swim or drive.
He noted that she managed always to avoid the possibility of being kissed. From her sleeping porch she called good night to him across the wide patio. In the morning he prepared himself for her eleven o"clock greeting. Mr. Agar and Mr. Pitts, with important matters concerning the forthcoming ranch sale of stock still unsettled, d.i.c.k promptly cleared out at the stroke of eleven. Up she was, he knew, for he had heard her singing. As he waited, seated at his desk, for once he was idle. A tray of letters before him continued to need his signature. He remembered this morning pilgrimage of hers had been originated by her, and by her, somewhat persistently, had been kept up. And an adorable thing it was, he decided--that soft call of "Good morning, merry gentleman," and the folding of her kimono-clad figure in his arms.
He remembered, further, that he had often cut that little visit short, conveying the impression to her, even while he clasped her, of how busy he was. And he remembered, more than once, the certain little wistful shadow on her face as she slipped away.
Quarter past eleven, and she had not come. He took down the receiver to telephone the dairy, and in the swift rush of women"s conversation, ere he hung up, he caught Paula"s voice:
"--Bother Mr. Wade. Bring all the little Wades and come, if only for a couple of days--"
Which was very strange of Paula. She had invariably welcomed the intervals of no guests, when she and he were left alone with each other for a day or for several days. And now she was trying to persuade Mrs.
Wade to come down from Sacramento. It would seem that Paula did not wish to be alone with him, and was seeking to protect herself with company.
He smiled as he realized that that morning embrace, now that it was not tendered him, had become suddenly desirable. The thought came to him of taking her away with him on one of their travel-jaunts. That would solve the problem, perhaps. And he would hold her very close to him and draw her closer. Why not an Alaskan hunting trip? She had always wanted to go. Or back to their old sailing grounds in the days of the _All Away_--the South Seas. Steamers ran direct between San Francisco and Tahiti. In twelve days they could be ash.o.r.e in Papeete. He wondered if Lavaina still ran her boarding house, and his quick vision caught a picture of Paula and himself at breakfast on Lavaina"s porch in the shade of the mango trees.
He brought his fist down on the desk. No, by G.o.d, he was no coward to run away with his wife for fear of any man. And would it be fair to her to take her away possibly from where her desire lay? True, he did not know where her desire lay, nor how far it had gone between her and Graham. Might it not be a spring madness with her that would vanish with the spring? Unfortunately, he decided, in the dozen years of their marriage she had never evidenced any predisposition toward spring madness. She had never given his heart a moment"s doubt. Herself tremendously attractive to men, seeing much of them, receiving their admiration and even court, she had remained always her equable and serene self, d.i.c.k Forrest"s wife--
"Good morning, merry gentleman."
She was peeping in on him, quite naturally from the hall, her eyes and lips smiling to him, blowing him a kiss from her finger tips.
"And good morning, my little haughty moon," he called back, himself equally his natural self.
And now she would come in, he thought; and he would fold her in his arms, and put her to the test of the kiss.
He opened his arms in invitation. But she did not enter. Instead, she startled, with one hand gathered her kimono at her breast, with the other picked up the trailing skirt as if for flight, at the same time looking apprehensively down the hall. Yet his keen ears had caught no sound. She smiled back at him, blew him another kiss, and was gone.
Ten minutes later he had no ears for Bonbright, who, telegrams in hand, startled him as he sat motionless at his desk, as he had sat, without movement, for ten minutes.
And yet she was happy. d.i.c.k knew her too long in all the expressions of her moods not to realize the significance of her singing over the house, in the arcades, and out in the patio. He did not leave his workroom till the stroke of lunch; nor did she, as she sometimes did, come to gather him up on the way. At the lunch gong, from across the patio, he heard her trilling die away into the house in the direction of the dining room.
A Colonel Harrison Stoddard--colonel from younger service in the National Guard, himself a retired merchant prince whose hobby was industrial relations and social unrest--held the table most of the meal upon the extension of the Employers" Liability Act so as to include agricultural laborers. But Paula found a s.p.a.ce in which casually to give the news to d.i.c.k that she was running away for the afternoon on a jaunt up to Wickenberg to the Masons.
"Of course I don"t know when I"ll be back--you know what the Masons are. And I don"t dare ask you to come, though I"d like you along."
d.i.c.k shook his head.
"And so," she continued, "if you"re not using Saunders--"