"Yes! Who is she? What is she doing there?"
"Why, what have you heard about her?"
"Never you mind what I"ve heard. Who is she? IS IT MRS. M. THAT YOU GAVE THAT MONEY TO? I want to know who she is! I want to know what a respectable man, with grown-up girls of his own, is doing with such a looking thing as that in his office? I want to know how long she"s been there? I want to know what she"s there at all for?"
He had mechanically pushed her before him into the long, darkened parlour, and he shut himself in there with her now, to keep the household from hearing her lifted voice. For a while he stood bewildered, and could not have answered if he would, and then he would not. He merely asked, "Have I ever accused you of anything wrong, Persis?"
"You no need to!" she answered furiously, placing herself against the closed door.
"Did you ever know me to do anything out of the way?"
"That isn"t what I asked you."
"Well, I guess you may find out about that girl yourself. Get away from the door."
"I won"t get away from the door."
She felt herself set lightly aside, and her husband opened the door and went out. "I WILL find out about her," she screamed after him. "I"ll find out, and I"ll disgrace you. I"ll teach you how to treat me----"
The air blackened round her: she reeled to the sofa and then she found herself waking from a faint. She did not know how long she had lain there, she did not care. In a moment her madness came whirling back upon her. She rushed up to his room; it was empty; the closet-doors stood ajar and the drawers were open; he must have packed a bag hastily and fled. She went out and wandered crazily up and down till she found a hack. She gave the driver her husband"s business address, and told him to drive there as fast as he could; and three times she lowered the window to put her head out and ask him if he could not hurry. A thousand things thronged into her mind to support her in her evil will.
She remembered how glad and proud that man had been to marry her, and how everybody said she was marrying beneath her when she took him. She remembered how good she had always been to him, how perfectly devoted, slaving early and late to advance him, and looking out for his interests in all things, and sparing herself in nothing. If it had not been for her, he might have been driving stage yet; and since their troubles had begun, the troubles which his own folly and imprudence had brought on them, her conduct had been that of a true and faithful wife.
Was HE the sort of man to be allowed to play her false with impunity?
She set her teeth and drew her breath sharply through them when she thought how willingly she had let him befool her, and delude her about that memorandum of payments to Mrs. M., because she loved him so much, and pitied him for his cares and anxieties. She recalled his confusion, his guilty looks.
She plunged out of the carriage so hastily when she reached the office that she did not think of paying the driver; and he had to call after her when she had got half-way up the stairs. Then she went straight to Lapham"s room, with outrage in her heart. There was again no one there but that type-writer girl; she jumped to her feet in a fright, as Mrs.
Lapham dashed the door to behind her and flung up her veil.
The two women confronted each other.
"Why, the good land!" cried Mrs. Lapham, "ain"t you Zerrilla Millon?"
"I--I"m married," faltered the girl "My name"s Dewey, now."
"You"re Jim Millon"s daughter, anyway. How long have you been here?"
"I haven"t been here regularly; I"ve been here off and on ever since last May."
"Where"s your mother?"
"She"s here--in Boston."
Mrs. Lapham kept her eyes on the girl, but she dropped, trembling, into her husband"s chair, and a sort of amaze and curiosity were in her voice instead of the fury she had meant to put there.
"The Colonel," continued Zerrilla, "he"s been helping us, and he"s got me a type-writer, so that I can help myself a little. Mother"s doing pretty well now; and when Hen isn"t around we can get along."
"That your husband?"
"I never wanted to marry him; but he promised to try to get something to do on sh.o.r.e; and mother was all for it, because he had a little property then, and I thought may be I"d better. But it"s turned out just as I said and if he don"t stay away long enough this time to let me get the divorce,--he"s agreed to it, time and again,--I don"t know what we"re going to do." Zerrilla"s voice fell, and the trouble which she could keep out of her face usually, when she was comfortably warmed and fed and prettily dressed, clouded it in the presence of a sympathetic listener. "I saw it was you, when you came in the other day," she went on; "but you didn"t seem to know me. I suppose the Colonel"s told you that there"s a gentleman going to marry me--Mr.
Wemmel"s his name--as soon as I get the divorce; but sometimes I"m completely discouraged; it don"t seem as if I ever could get it."
Mrs. Lapham would not let her know that she was ignorant of the fact attributed to her knowledge. She remained listening to Zerrilla, and piecing out the whole history of her presence there from the facts of the past, and the traits of her husband"s character. One of the things she had always had to fight him about was that idea of his that he was bound to take care of Jim Millon"s worthless wife and her child because Millon had got the bullet that was meant for him. It was a perfect superst.i.tion of his; she could not beat it out of him; but she had made him promise the last time he had done anything for that woman that it should BE the last time. He had then got her a little house in one of the fishing ports, where she could take the sailors to board and wash for, and earn an honest living if she would keep straight. That was five or six years ago, and Mrs. Lapham had heard nothing of Mrs. Millon since; she had heard quite enough of her before; and had known her idle and baddish ever since she was the worst little girl at school in Lumberville, and all through her shameful girlhood, and the married days which she had made so miserable to the poor fellow who had given her his decent name and a chance to behave herself. Mrs. Lapham had no mercy on Moll Millon, and she had quarrelled often enough with her husband for befriending her. As for the child, if the mother would put Zerrilla out with some respectable family, that would be ONE thing; but as long as she kept Zerrilla with her, she was against letting her husband do anything for either of them. He had done ten times as much for them now as he had any need to, and she had made him give her his solemn word that he would do no more. She saw now that she was wrong to make him give it, and that he must have broken it again and again for the reason that he had given when she once scolded him for throwing away his money on that hussy--
"When I think of Jim Millon, I"ve got to; that"s all."
She recalled now that whenever she had brought up the subject of Mrs.
Millon and her daughter, he had seemed shy of it, and had dropped it with some guess that they were getting along now. She wondered that she had not thought at once of Mrs. Millon when she saw that memorandum about Mrs. M.; but the woman had pa.s.sed so entirely out of her life, that she had never dreamt of her in connection with it. Her husband had deceived her, yet her heart was no longer hot against him, but rather tenderly grateful that his deceit was in this sort, and not in that other. All cruel and shameful doubt of him went out of it. She looked at this beautiful girl, who had blossomed out of her knowledge since she saw her last, and she knew that she was only a blossomed weed, of the same worthless root as her mother, and saved, if saved, from the same evil destiny, by the good of her father in her; but so far as the girl and her mother were concerned, Mrs. Lapham knew that her husband was to blame for nothing but his wilful, wrong-headed, kind-heartedness, which her own exactions had turned into deceit. She remained a while, questioning the girl quietly about herself and her mother, and then, with a better mind towards Zerrilla, at least, than she had ever had before, she rose up and went out. There must have been some outer hint of the exhaustion in which the subsidence of her excitement had left her within, for before she had reached the head of the stairs, Corey came towards her.
"Can I be of any use to you, Mrs. Lapham? The Colonel was here just before you came in, on his way to the train."
"Yes,--yes. I didn"t know--I thought perhaps I could catch him here.
But it don"t matter. I wish you would let some one go with me to get a carriage," she begged feebly.
"I"ll go with you myself," said the young fellow, ignoring the strangeness in her manner. He offered her his arm in the twilight of the staircase, and she was glad to put her trembling hand through it, and keep it there till he helped her into a hack which he found for her. He gave the driver her direction, and stood looking a little anxiously at her.
"I thank you; I am all right now," she said, and he bade the man drive on.
When she reached home she went to bed, spent with the tumult of her emotions and sick with shame and self-reproach. She understood now, as clearly as if he had told her in as many words, that if he had befriended those worthless jades--the Millons characterised themselves so, even to Mrs. Lapham"s remorse--secretly and in defiance of her, it was because he dreaded her blame, which was so sharp and bitter, for what he could not help doing. It consoled her that he had defied her, deceived her; when he came back she should tell him that; and then it flashed upon her that she did not know where he was gone, or whether he would ever come again. If he never came, it would be no more than she deserved; but she sent for Penelope, and tried to give herself hopes of escape from this just penalty.
Lapham had not told his daughter where he was going; she had heard him packing his bag, and had offered to help him; but he had said he could do it best, and had gone off, as he usually did, without taking leave of any one.
"What were you talking about so loud, down in the parlour," she asked her mother, "just before he came up. Is there any new trouble?"
"No; it was nothing."
"I couldn"t tell. Once I thought you were laughing." She went about, closing the curtains on account of her mother"s headache, and doing awkwardly and imperfectly the things that Irene would have done so skilfully for her comfort.
The day wore away to nightfall, and then Mrs. Lapham said she MUST know. Penelope said there was no one to ask; the clerks would all be gone home, and her mother said yes, there was Mr. Corey; they could send and ask him; he would know.
The girl hesitated. "Very well," she said, then, scarcely above a whisper, and she presently laughed huskily. "Mr. Corey seems fated to come in, somewhere. I guess it"s a Providence, mother."
She sent off a note, inquiring whether he could tell her just where her father had expected to be that night; and the answer came quickly back that Corey did not know, but would look up the book-keeper and inquire.
This office brought him in person, an hour later, to tell Penelope that the Colonel was to be at Lapham that night and next day.
"He came in from New York, in a great hurry, and rushed off as soon as he could pack his bag," Penelope explained, "and we hadn"t a chance to ask him where he was to be to-night. And mother wasn"t very well, and----"
"I thought she wasn"t looking well when she was at the office to-day.
And so I thought I would come rather than send," Corey explained in his turn.
"Oh, thank you!"
"If there is anything I can do--telegraph Colonel Lapham, or anything?"
"Oh no, thank you; mother"s better now. She merely wanted to be sure where he was."
He did not offer to go, upon this conclusion of his business, but hoped he was not keeping her from her mother. She thanked him once again, and said no, that her mother was much better since she had had a cup of tea; and then they looked at each other, and without any apparent exchange of intelligence he remained, and at eleven o"clock he was still there. He was honest in saying he did not know it was so late; but he made no pretence of being sorry, and she took the blame to herself.
"I oughtn"t to have let you stay," she said. "But with father gone, and all that trouble hanging over us----"
She was allowing him to hold her hand a moment at the door, to which she had followed him.