After a moment of weakness and indecision, Graham pulled himself together and called out: "Ita! Ita!" sharply.
The song ceased abruptly. There was a cry of well-simulated joy and the girl, with her hair frowzled and a thin dressing-gown over her night-dress, ran into the room with naked feet. She drew up short when she saw the expression on Graham"s face and Peter"s square shoulders behind him. "Somesing ees ze matter," she said. "Oh, tell me!" Second nature and constant practice made the girl begin to act. This was obviously an opportunity for being dramatic.
With a huge effort Graham controlled himself. "I"m giving up this apartment to-day," he said.
"You are giving up----?"
"I said so."
"And what ees to become of me? You take me somewhere else?"
"No. I hope I shall never see you again--never!"
The girl burst forth. How well he knew that piteous gesture--that pleading voice--the tears that came into those large almond eyes,--all those tricks which had made him what he had been called the night before at Papowsky"s--"a b.o.o.b". "What "ave I done? Do you not love me any more?
I love you. I will die for you. You are everysing to me. Do not leave me to ze mercy of ze world. Graham! Graham! My saviour! I love you zo!"
Graham shook her off. "Please don"t," he said. "Just pack your things and dress yourself. All I"ve got to say to you is that I"ve found you out. Perhaps you"d better go back to Papowsky"s. You"re very clever,--they all say so there. Find another d.a.m.ned young fool--that"ll be easy."
The girl suddenly threw back her head and broke into an amazing laugh.
The sound of it,--so merry--so full of a sort of elfin amus.e.m.e.nt,--was as startling to the two boys as though a bomb had been dropped into the room. "I could not find such a d.a.m.ned fool as you," she said loudly and coa.r.s.ely, "eef I "unted the earth. Eef you "ad waited to come until to-night you would "ave found zis little nest empty and ze bird flown.
There ees a better b.o.o.b zan you. Perhaps you met "im going out. "E marries me to-morrow. I vas to keep zat for a leetle surprise. Oh, yes, I am clever, and eet kills me with laughing to zee you stand there like a school teacher. You turn over a new leaf now, eh? Zat ees good. Zo do I. To-morrow I am a wife. I marry a man. My time with babies ees over."
She picked up a gla.s.s that was half-full of beer and with a gesture of supreme contempt jerked it into Graham"s face. Then, with the quickness of an eel, she returned to her bedroom and slammed the door. They heard her laughing uncontrollably.
Graham wiped his face with his handkerchief, and dropped it on the floor with a shiver. "I shan"t want to borrow any money from you, Peter," he said in a low voice. "Let"s go."
And they went out into the street together--into the sun, and took a long breath of relief--a long, clean breath, untainted by stale tobacco smoke and beer and the pungent scent of Ita Strabosck.
Peter made no attempt to put into words his intense sympathy, but he took his brother"s arm and held it tight, and Graham was very grateful.
Right out of the very bottom of his heart two tears welled up into his eyes as he walked away.
After all, he was only twenty-four.
IV
On her way up to her room that night, Ethel drew up short outside Graham"s bedroom door. She knew that he was in, which was in itself unusual. She thought there must be something the matter, because she had seen Graham leave the house in the morning long after his usual time.
She had also watched his face at dinner and had seen in it something that frightened her. It was true that Peter was her favorite brother, but she was very fond of and had great admiration for Graham. Also she, herself, was in trouble. Trouble seemed to be an epidemic in that family. Her Knight Errant next door, in spite of her signalling and the fact that she had laid out as usual the cigarettes and the candies, had deserted her. In order to receive his visits and feed herself on the excitement with which they provided her, she was still maintaining her pretence of invalidism, and the worst of it was she now knew that she had grown to be very fond of the boy, who at first had only been a source of amus.e.m.e.nt.
So, with a fellow-feeling for Graham, she listened outside his door. She wanted very badly to slip in and give her sympathy to her brother and receive some of it from him. She didn"t feel quite as individualistic as usual. The artificiality of the flapper left her for the time being and she felt as young as she really was and rather helpless, and awfully lonely.
Hearing nothing, she tapped gently on the door, opened it and went in.
Graham was sitting in an arm-chair with his elbows on his knees and his head between his hands. He made a picture of wretchedness which would have melted the heart of a sphinx. Ethel went over to him and put her hand on his shoulder. "Is anything the matter, Hammie?" she asked, using the nickname that she had given him as a child.
Graham didn"t look up. "Oh, Lord, no!" he said, with a touch of impatience. "What should be the matter?" But he was very glad to feel that touch of friendliness on his shoulders.
"Can I do anything for you?"
"Oh, no. I"m all right--as right as rain."
Ethel knew better. She knew also that she would have said those very things to Belle if she had been caught in a similar state of depression.
So she sat down on the arm of Graham"s chair and put her hand against his cheek. "I"ve got about a hundred and seventy-five dollars, if that"s any good to you," she said.
Graham gave a scoffing laugh, but all the same he was very grateful for the offer. "My dear kid," he said, "a hundred and seventy-five dollars--that"s no better than a dry bone to a hungry man."
"Is it as bad as all that, Hammie?"
"Yes, and then some."
Ethel thought deeply for a few minutes. Her characteristic selfishness, which had been almost tenderly encouraged at school, had given way temporarily before her own disappointment. "Well," she said finally, "I"ve got four brooches and five rings, a watch and a dressing-case. You can sell them all if you like."
Then Graham turned round, gave his little sister one short, affectionate look and put his head down on her shoulder. "Don"t say anything, please," he said. "Just let me stay here for a minute. It does me good."
And he stayed there for many minutes, and the two sat silently and quietly, getting from each other in their mutual trouble the necessary help which both needed so much. A strange, new feeling of motherliness stole over the girl. It surprised her. It was almost like being in church on Christmas Eve, or listening to the most beautiful melody.
It was a long time since these two had taken the trouble to meet each other half-way. The thoughts of both went back to those good hours when Graham had put his little sister on a sled in front of him and pushed her, laughing merrily, over the hard snow in the park. He had never even dreamed in those days of money and the fever that it brings, or women and the pain they make.
And then Graham got up, just a little ashamed of himself,--after all, he was now a man of the world,--and saw that Ethel"s cheeks were wet with tears. It was his turn to try and help. "Good Lord!" he said. "You don"t mean to say that you"re worried about anything. What is it?"
She shook her head and turned her face away. "Oh, nothing--nothing at all."
All the same she felt much, ever so much better for the kiss that he gave her, and went along to her own room half-determined to be honest with herself and go back to school the next day. She was rather startled to find the smell of cigarette smoke in her bedroom, which was in darkness. She turned up the nearest light and almost gave a cry of joy when she found the boy from next door sitting on the window-sill.
"Jack!" she cried. "I thought you were--I thought you had----"
Jack threw his cigarette out of the window and got up awkwardly. "I got your note just now," he said, "and so I"ve come."
Ethel went to the door and locked it. All the clouds had rolled away.
She was very happy. She had evidently made a mistake. He must have been prevented from coming. She wished he"d given her time to powder her nose and arrange the curls about her ears. As it was, she opened the box of cigarettes and held out the candies to him.
"No, thanks," said Jack. "I"m off chocolates and I"ve knocked off smoking to a great extent."
With a womanly touch which she and all women have inherited from Eve, who never forgot to stand with her back to the sun and took care, if possible, to remain in the woods until after breakfast, Ethel turned on a shaded light and switched off the strong overhead glare which made her look every day of her fifteen years. Then she sat down with the light over her left shoulder. She was quite herself again. All was well with the world.
"Where have you been?" she asked, a little imperiously.
"Nowhere," said Jack.
"Then why haven"t you been to see me? I have signalled every night. I can"t understand it."
"I know you can"t. That"s why I"ve stayed away."
Ethel was puzzled at the boy"s solemn tone. "Of course, if you don"t want to come, please don"t. I wouldn"t drag you here against your will for anything."
"Yes, but I _do_ want to come. I stay away for your sake, and I"m not coming again after this evening."
That was exactly what Ethel wanted to hear. She"d been afraid that Jack had found some one else. Now she knew differently. "Don"t be silly," she said. "Have a cigarette. Come and sit on the sofa and don"t let"s waste time."