Had he been less engrossed the intensity of her concern might have struck him; but in a mind so hara.s.sed as his there was only room for one consideration--the consideration of himself. The sense of her question reached him, but its significance left him untouched.
"Is anything wrong?" she reiterated for the second time.
By an effort he raised his eyes. No man, he thought, since the beginning of the world was ever set a task so cruel as his. Painfully and slowly his lips parted.
"Everything in the world is wrong," he said, in a slow, hard voice.
Eve said nothing but her color suddenly deepened.
Again Loder was un.o.bservant. But with the dogged resolution that marked him he forced himself to his task.
"You despise lies," he said, at last. "Tell me what you would think of a man whose whole life was one elaborated lie?" The words were slightly exaggerated, but their utterance, their painfully brusque sincerity, precluded all suggestion of effect. Resolutely holding her gaze he repeated his question.
"Tell me! Answer me! I want to know."
Eve"s att.i.tude was difficult to read. She stood twisting the string of diamonds between her fingers.
"Tell me?" he said again.
She continued to look at him for a moment; then, as if some fresh impulse moved her, she turned away from him towards the fire.
"I cannot," she said. "We--I--I could not set myself to judge--any one."
Loder held himself rigidly in hand.
"Eve," he said, quietly, "I was at the `Arcadian" to-night. The play was "Other Men"s Shoes." I suppose you"ve read the book "Other Men"s Shoes"?"
She was leaning on the mantel-piece and her face was invisible to him.
"Yes, I have read it," she said, without looking round.
"It is the story of an extraordinary likeness between two men. Do you believe such a likeness possible? Do you think such a thing could exist?" He spoke with difficulty; his brain and tongue both felt numb.
Eve let the diamond chain slip from her fingers. "Yes," she said, nervously. "Yes, I do believe it. Such things have been--"
Loder caught at the words. "You"re quite right," he said, quickly.
"You"re quite right. The thing is possible--I"ve proved it. I know a man so like me that you, even you, could not tell us apart."
Eve was silent, still averting her face.
In dire difficulty he labored on. "Eve," he began once more, "such a likeness is a serious thing--a terrible danger--a terrible temptation.
Those who have no experience of it cannot possibly gauge its pitfalls--"
Again he paused, but again the silent figure by the fireplace gave him no help.
"Eve," he exclaimed, suddenly, "if you only knew, if you only guessed what I"m trying to say--" The perplexity, the whole hara.s.sed suffering of his mind showed in the words. Loder, the strong, the resourceful, the self-contained, was palpably, painfully at a loss. There was almost a note of appeal in the vibration of his voice.
And Eve, standing by the fireplace, heard and understood. In that moment of comprehension all that had held her silent, all the conflicting motives that had forbidden speech, melted away before the unconscious demand for help. Quietly and yet quickly she turned, her whole face transfigured by a light that seemed to shine from within--something singularly soft and tender.
"There"s no need to say anything," she said, simply, "because I know."
It came quietly, as most great revelations come. Her voice was low and free from any excitement, her face beautiful in its complete unconsciousness of self. In that supreme moment all her thought, all her sympathy was for the man--and his suffering.
To Loder there was a s.p.a.ce of incredulity; then his brain slowly swung to realization. "You know?" he repeated, blankly. "You know?"
Without answering she walked to a cabinet that stood in the window, unlocked a drawer, and drew out several sheets of flimsy white paper, crumpled in places and closely covered with writing. Without a word she carried them back and held them out.
He took them in silence, scanned them, then looked up.
In a long, worthless pause their eyes met. It was as if each looked speechlessly into the other"s heart, seeing the pa.s.sions, the contradictions, the shortcomings that went to the making of both. In that silence they drew closer together than they could have done through a torrent of words. There was no asking of forgiveness, no elaborate confession on either side; in the deep, eloquent pause they mutually saw and mutually understood.
"When I came into the morning-room to-day," Eve said, at last, "and saw Lillian Astrupp reading that telegram, nothing could have seemed further from me than the thought that I should follow her example. It was not until afterwards; not until--he came into the room; until I saw that you, as I believed, had fallen back again from what I respected to what I despised--that I knew how human I really was. As I watched them laugh and talk I felt suddenly that I was alone again--terribly alone. I--I think--I believe I was jealous in that moment--" She hesitated.
"Eve!" he exclaimed.
But she broke in quickly on the word. "I felt different in that moment.
I didn"t care about honor--or things like honor. After they had gone it seemed to me that I had missed something--something that they possessed.
Oh, you don"t know what a woman feels when she is jealous!" Again she paused. "It was then that the telegram, and the thought of Lillian"s amused smile as she had read it, came to my mind. Feeling as I did--acting on what I felt--I crossed to the bureau and picked it up. In one second I had seen enough to make it impossible to draw back. Oh, it may have been dishonorable, it may have been mean, but I wonder if any woman in the world would have done otherwise! I crumpled up the papers just as they were and carried them to my own room."
From the first to the last word of Eve"s story Loder"s eyes never left her face. Instantly she had finished his voice broke forth in irrepressible question. In that wonderful s.p.a.ce of time he had learned many things. All his deductions, all his apprehensions had been scattered and disproved. He had seen the true meaning of Lillian Astrupp"s amused indifference--the indifference of a variable, flippant nature that, robbed of any real weapon for mischief, soon tires of a game that promises to be too arduous. He saw all this and understood it with a rapidity born of the moment; nevertheless, when Eve ceased to speak the question that broke from him was not connected with this great discovery--was not even suggestive of it. It was something quite immaterial to any real issue, but something that overshadowed every consideration in the world.
"Eve," he said, "tell me your first thought? Your first thought after the shock and the surprise--when you remembered me?"
There was a fresh pause, but one of very short duration; then Eve met his glance fearlessly and frankly. The same pride and dignity, the same indescribable tenderness that had responded to his first appeal shone in her face.
"My first thought was a great thankfulness," she said, simply. "A thankfulness that you--that no man--could ever understand."
x.x.xII
As she finished speaking Eve did not lower her eyes. To her there was no suggestion of shame in her thoughts or her words; but to Loder, watching and listening, there was a perilous meaning contained in both.
"Thankfulness?" he repeated, slowly. From his newly stirred sense of responsibility pity and sympathy were gradually rising. He had never seen Eve as he saw her now, and his vision was all the clearer for the long oblivion. With a poignant sense of compa.s.sion and remorse, the knowledge of her youth came to him--the youth that some women preserve in the midst of the world, when circ.u.mstances have permitted them to see much but to experience little.
"Thankfulness?" he said again, incredulously.
A slight smile touched her lips. "Yes," she answered, softly.
"Thankfulness that my trust had been rightly placed."
She spoke simply and confidently, but the words struck Loder more sharply than any accusation. With a heavy sense of bitterness and renunciation he moved slowly forward.
"Eve," he said, very gently, "you don"t know what you say."
She had lowered her eyes as he came towards her; now again she lifted them in a swift, upward glance. For the first time since he had entered the room a slight look of personal doubt and uneasiness showed in her face. "Why?" she said. "I--I don"t understand."
For a moment he answered nothing. He had found his first explanation overwhelming; now suddenly it seemed to him that his present difficulty was more impossible to surmount. "I came here to-night to tell you something," he began, at last, "but so far I have only said half--"
"Half?"