Mrs. Staggchase clasped with her slender hand the ball at the end of the carved arm of the chair in which she was sitting, looking absently at the rings which adorned her fingers. She possessed to perfection the art of being serious, and the air with which she now spoke was admirably calculated to imply a deep interest in the subject under discussion. "I do not understand," she observed, thoughtfully, "why a man and woman need quarrel because they happen to be married to each other, when they had rather be married to somebody else. It wouldn"t be considered good business policy to pull against a partner because one might do better with some other arrangement; and it does seem as if people might be as sensible about their marriage relations as in their business."
Her companion glanced at her, and then quickly resumed his intent regard of the fire beside which he sat.
"But people are so unreasonable," he remarked.
Mrs. Staggchase a.s.sented, with a characteristic bend of the head, and a movement of her flexible neck. She looked up with a smile.
"I think Fred and I are a model couple," she said. "Fred came into my room this noon, just as I had finished my morning letters.
"Good-morning," he said, "I hope you weren"t frightened."--"Frightened?" I said, "what at?"--"Do you mean to say you didn"t know I was out all night?"--"I hadn"t an idea of it," said I.
He"d been playing cards at the club all night, and had just come in. He says that the next time, he shan"t take the trouble to expose himself."
Rangely laughed in a somewhat perfunctory way.
"But if that is a model fashion of living, what becomes of the old notions of kindred souls, and all that sort of thing?" he asked. "I shouldn"t want my wife"--
He paused, rather awkwardly, and Mrs. Staggchase took up the sentence with a smile of amus.e.m.e.nt, in which there was no trace of annoyance.
She was too well aware how completely she was mistress of the situation, in dealing with Rangely, to be either vexed or embarra.s.sed in talking with him.
"To be as frank with another man as I am with you?" she finished for him. "Oh, very likely not. You have all the masculine jealousy which is aroused in an instant by the idea that a woman should be at liberty to like more than one man. You are half a century behind us. Marriage as you conceive it is the old-fashioned article, for the use of families in narrow circ.u.mstances intellectually as well as pecuniarily. Love in a cottage is necessary, because people under those conditions can"t live unless they are extravagantly devoted to each other. Marriage with us is just what it ought to be, an arrangement of mutual convenience.
Fred and I suit each other perfectly, and are sufficiently fond of each other; but there are sides of his nature to which I do not answer, and of mine that he does not touch. He finds somebody who does; I find somebody on my part. You, for instance."
Rangely leaned back in his chair, and clasped his plump white fingers, regarding Mrs. Staggchase with a smile of amus.e.m.e.nt and admiration.
"You are so awfully clever," was his response, "that you could really never be uncommonly fond of anybody. You"d a.n.a.lyze the whole business too closely."
She laughed slightly, and went on with what she was saying, without heeding his interruption.
"Fred and I make good backgrounds for each other, and, after all, that is what is required. You answer to my need of companionship in another direction, and since that side of my nature is unintelligible to my husband, he is not defrauded, while I should be if I starved my desire for such friendship, to please an idea like yours, that a wife should find her all in her husband. Fortunately, Mr. Staggchase is a broader man than you are."
"Thank you," Rangely retorted, with a faint tinge of annoyance visible, despite his air of jocularity. "Arthur Fenton says a broad man is one who can appreciate his own wife. If Mr. Staggchase does that"--
"Come," interrupted Mrs. Staggchase, smiling with the air of one who has had quite enough of the topic, "don"t you think the subject is getting to be unfortunately personal? I have a favor to ask of you."
Rangely was too well aware of the uselessness of trying to direct the conversation to make any attempt to continue the talk, which, moreover, had taken a turn not at all to his liking. He settled himself in his chair, in an att.i.tude of easy attention.
"I am always delighted to do you a favor," he said. "It isn"t often I get a chance."
The relations between these two were not easy to understand, unless one accepted the simplest possible theory of their friendship. It was, on the part of Mrs. Staggchase, only one of a succession of platonic intimacies with which her married life had been enriched. She found it necessary to her enjoyment that some man should be her devoted admirer, always quite outside the bounds of any possible love-making, albeit often enough she permitted matters to go to the exciting verge of a flirtation which might merit a name somewhat warmer than friendship.
She was a brilliant and clever woman who allowed herself the luxury of gratifying her vanity by encouraging the ardent attentions of some man, which, if they ever became too pressing, she knew how to check, or, if necessary, to stop altogether. She was fond of talking, and she frankly avowed her conviction that women were not worth talking to. She liked an appreciative masculine listener with whom she could converse, now in a strain of bewildering frankness, now in a purely impersonal and intellectual vein, and who, however he might at times delude himself by misconstruing her confidences into expressions of personal regard, was clever enough to comprehend the little corrective hints by which, when necessary, she chose to undeceive him.
a.n.a.lyzed to its last elements, her feeling, it must be confessed, was pretty nearly pure selfishness; but she was able, without effort, and by half-unconscious art, to throw over it the air of being disinterested friendship. Such a nature is essentially false, but chiefly in that it gives to a pa.s.sing mood the appearance of a permanent sentiment, and, while seeking only self-gratification, seems actuated by genuine desire to give pleasure to another.
The att.i.tude of Rangely toward Mrs. Staggchase was, perhaps, no more unselfish, and was certainly no more n.o.ble, but his sentiment was at least more genuine. He was flattered by her preference, and he was bewildered by her cleverness. He liked to believe himself capable of interesting her, and without in the most remote degree desiring or antic.i.p.ating an intrigue, he was ready to go as far as she would allow in his devotion. He was constantly tormented by a vague phantom of conquest, which danced with will-o"-the-wisp fantasy before him, and from day to day he endeavored to discover how deeply in love she was willing he should fall. He was really fond of her, a fact that did not prevent his entertaining a half-hearted pa.s.sion for Ethel Mott, the result of this mixture of emotion being that he was the slave, albeit with a difference, of either lady with whom he chanced to be. That he was the plaything of Mrs. Staggchase"s fancy he was far from realizing, although from the nature of things he naturally regarded his fondness for Miss Mott as the permanent factor in the case. He even felt a certain compunction for the regret he supposed Mrs. Staggchase would feel when he should decide formally to transfer his allegiance to her rival; a misgiving he might have spared himself had he been wise enough to appreciate the situation in all its bearings. The lady understood perfectly how matters stood, but Rangely was her junior, and, besides, no man in such a case ever comprehends that he is being played with.
"It is in regard to the statue of _America_ that I want you to be useful," Mrs. Staggchase said, replying to her visitor"s proffer of service with a smile. "Do you know what the chances are in regard to the choice of a sculptor?"
"Why, I suppose Grant Herman will have the commission."
"But I think not."
"You think not? Who will then?"
"That is just it. Mr. Hubbard has been backing Mr. Herman; and Mr.
Irons, who never will agree to anything that Mr. Hubbard wants, is putting up the claims of this new woman, just to be contrary."
"What new woman? Mrs. Greyson?"
"Yes. Mrs. Frostwinch told me all about it yesterday. Now there is a young man that we are interested in"--
"Who is "we"?" interrupted Rangely.
"Oh, Mrs. Frostwinch, and Mrs. Bodewin Ranger, and a number of us."
"But whom have you got on the committee?"
"Mr. Calvin; and don"t you see that Mr. Calvin"s name in a matter of art is worth a dozen of the other two."
"Yes," Rangely a.s.sented, rather doubtfully, "in the matter of giving commissions it certainly is."
Mrs. Staggchase smiled indulgently, playing with the ring in which blazed a splendid ruby, and which she was putting on and off her finger.
"If you think," she said, "that you are going to entrap me into a discussion of the merits of art and Philistinism, you are mistaken. I told you long ago that I was a Philistine of the Philistines, deliberately and avowedly. The true artistic soul which you delight to call Pagan is only the servant of Philistinism, and I own that I prefer to stand with the ruling party. As, indeed," she added, with a mischievous gleam in her eye, "do many who will not confess it."
Rangely flushed. The thrust too closely resembled reproaches which in his more sensitive moments he received at the hand of his own inner consciousness, so to speak, not to make him wince. He felt himself, besides, becoming involved in a painful position. He had long been the intimate friend of Grant Herman, and felt that the sculptor had a right to expect whatever aid he could give him in a matter like this.
"But who," he asked, "is your _protege?_"
"His name," Mrs. Staggchase replied, "is Orin Stanton. He is a fellow of the greatest talent, and he has worked his way"--
Rangely put up his hand in a gesture of impatience.
"I know the fellow," he said. "He made a thing he called _Hop Scotch_, of which Fenton said the t.i.tle was far too modest, since he"d not only scotched the subject but killed it."
"One never knew Mr. Fenton to waste the chance of saying a good thing simply for the sake of justice," Mrs. Staggchase observed, with unabated good humor. "But you are to help us in the _Daily Observer_, and there is to be no discussion about it. Since you know you are too good-natured not to oblige me in the end, why should you not do it gracefully and get the credit of being willing."
And then, being a wise woman, she disregarded Rangely"s muttered remonstrance and turned the conversation into a new channel.
IX
THIS IS NOT A BOON.
Oth.e.l.lo; iii.--3.
If the old-time opinion that a woman whose name is a jest with men has lost her claims to respect, Mrs. Amanda Welsh Sampson might be supposed to have little ground for the inner anger she felt at the scantness of the courtesy with which she was treated by Mr. Irons. That gentleman was calling upon her in her tiny suite of rooms at the top of one of those apartment hotels which stand upon the debatable ground between the select regions of Back Bay and the scorned precincts of the South End, and he was apparently as much at home as if the sofa upon which he lounged were in his own dwelling.
The apartment of Mrs. Amanda Welsh Sampson gave to the experienced eye evidences of a pathetic struggle to make scanty resources furnish at least an appearance of luxury. The walls were adorned with amateur china painting in the shape of dreadful placques and plates in livid hues; there was abundance of embroidery that should have been impossible, in garish tints and uneven st.i.tches; much shift had been made to produce an imposing appearance by means of cheap j.a.panese fans and the inexpensive wares of which the potteries at Kioto, corrupted by foreign influence, turn out such vast quant.i.ties for the foreign market. Against the wall stood an upright piano--if a piano could be called upright which habitually destroyed the peace of the entire neighborhood--and over it was placed a scarf upon which apparently some boarding-school miss had taken her first lesson in painting wild flowers.