Fred stood in the window, his back to the sunlight, fingering the jonquils. "Yes, you can, my dear. But you must tell it in such a way that they don"t know you"re telling it, and that they don"t know they"re hearing it."
Thea smiled past him, out into the air. "I see. It"s a secret. Like the sound in the sh.e.l.l."
"What"s that?" Fred was watching her and thinking how moving that faraway expression, in her, happened to be. "What did you say?"
She came back. "Oh, something old and Moonstony! I have almost forgotten it myself. But I feel better than I thought I ever could again. I can"t wait to be off. Oh, Fred," she sprang up, "I want to get at it!"
As she broke out with this, she threw up her head and lifted herself a little on her toes. Fred colored and looked at her fearfully, hesitatingly. Her eyes, which looked out through the window, were bright--they had no memories. No, she did not remember. That momentary elevation had no a.s.sociations for her. It was unconscious.
He looked her up and down and laughed and shook his head. "You are just all I want you to be--and that is,--not for me! Don"t worry, you"ll get at it. You are at it. My G.o.d! have you ever, for one moment, been at anything else?"
Thea did not answer him, and clearly she had not heard him. She was watching something out in the thin light of the false spring and its treacherously soft air.
Fred waited a moment. "Are you going to dine with your friend to-night?"
"Yes. He has never been in New York before. He wants to go about. Where shall I tell him to go?"
"Wouldn"t it be a better plan, since you wish me to meet him, for you both to dine with me? It would seem only natural and friendly. You"ll have to live up a little to his notion of us." Thea seemed to consider the suggestion favorably. "If you wish him to be easy in his mind," Fred went on, "that would help. I think, myself, that we are rather nice together. Put on one of the new dresses you got down there, and let him see how lovely you can be. You owe him some pleasure, after all the trouble he has taken."
Thea laughed, and seemed to find the idea exciting and pleasant. "Oh, very well! I"ll do my best. Only don"t wear a dress coat, please. He hasn"t one, and he"s nervous about it."
Fred looked at his watch. "Your monument up there is fast. I"ll be here with a cab at eight. I"m anxious to meet him. You"ve given me the strangest idea of his callow innocence and aged indifference."
She shook her head. "No, he"s none of that. He"s very good, and he won"t admit things. I love him for it. Now, as I look back on it, I see that I"ve always, even when I was little, shielded him."
As she laughed, Fred caught the bright spark in her eye that he knew so well, and held it for a happy instant. Then he blew her a kiss with his finger-tips and fled.
IV
AT nine o"clock that evening our three friends were seated in the balcony of a French restaurant, much gayer and more intimate than any that exists in New York to-day. This old restaurant was built by a lover of pleasure, who knew that to dine gayly human beings must have the rea.s.surance of certain limitations of s.p.a.ce and of a certain definite style; that the walls must be near enough to suggest shelter, the ceiling high enough to give the chandeliers a setting. The place was crowded with the kind of people who dine late and well, and Dr. Archie, as he watched the animated groups in the long room below the balcony, found this much the most festive scene he had ever looked out upon. He said to himself, in a jovial mood somewhat sustained by the cheer of the board, that this evening alone was worth his long journey. He followed attentively the orchestra, ensconced at the farther end of the balcony, and told Thea it made him feel "quite musical" to recognize "The Invitation to the Dance" or "The Blue Danube," and that he could remember just what kind of day it was when he heard her practicing them at home, and lingered at the gate to listen.
For the first few moments, when he was introduced to young Ottenburg in the parlor of the Everett House, the doctor had been awkward and unbending. But Fred, as his father had often observed, "was not a good mixer for nothing." He had brought Dr. Archie around during the short cab ride, and in an hour they had become old friends.
From the moment when the doctor lifted his gla.s.s and, looking consciously at Thea, said, "To your success," Fred liked him. He felt his quality; understood his courage in some directions and what Thea called his timidity in others, his unspent and miraculously preserved youthfulness. Men could never impose upon the doctor, he guessed, but women always could. Fred liked, too, the doctor"s manner with Thea, his bashful admiration and the little hesitancy by which he betrayed his consciousness of the change in her. It was just this change that, at present, interested Fred more than anything else. That, he felt, was his "created value," and it was his best chance for any peace of mind. If that were not real, obvious to an old friend like Archie, then he cut a very poor figure, indeed.
Fred got a good deal, too, out of their talk about Moonstone. From her questions and the doctor"s answers he was able to form some conception of the little world that was almost the measure of Thea"s experience, the one bit of the human drama that she had followed with sympathy and understanding. As the two ran over the list of their friends, the mere sound of a name seemed to recall volumes to each of them, to indicate mines of knowledge and observation they had in common. At some names they laughed delightedly, at some indulgently and even tenderly.
"You two young people must come out to Moonstone when Thea gets back,"
the doctor said hospitably.
"Oh, we shall!" Fred caught it up. "I"m keen to know all these people.
It is very tantalizing to hear only their names."
"Would they interest an outsider very much, do you think, Dr. Archie?"
Thea leaned toward him. "Isn"t it only because we"ve known them since I was little?"
The doctor glanced at her deferentially. Fred had noticed that he seemed a little afraid to look at her squarely--perhaps a trifle embarra.s.sed by a mode of dress to which he was unaccustomed. "Well, you are practically an outsider yourself, Thea, now," he observed smiling. "Oh, I know," he went on quickly in response to her gesture of protest,--"I know you don"t change toward your old friends, but you can see us all from a distance now. It"s all to your advantage that you can still take your old interest, isn"t it, Mr. Ottenburg?"
"That"s exactly one of her advantages, Dr. Archie. n.o.body can ever take that away from her, and none of us who came later can ever hope to rival Moonstone in the impression we make. Her scale of values will always be the Moonstone scale. And, with an artist, that IS an advantage." Fred nodded.
Dr. Archie looked at him seriously. "You mean it keeps them from getting affected?"
"Yes; keeps them from getting off the track generally."
While the waiter filled the gla.s.ses, Fred pointed out to Thea a big black French barytone who was eating anchovies by their tails at one of the tables below, and the doctor looked about and studied his fellow diners.
"Do you know, Mr. Ottenburg," he said deeply, "these people all look happier to me than our Western people do. Is it simply good manners on their part, or do they get more out of life?"
Fred laughed to Thea above the gla.s.s he had just lifted. "Some of them are getting a good deal out of it now, doctor. This is the hour when bench-joy brightens."
Thea chuckled and darted him a quick glance. "Benchjoy! Where did you get that slang?"
"That happens to be very old slang, my dear. Older than Moonstone or the sovereign State of Colorado. Our old friend Mr. Nathanmeyer could tell us why it happens to hit you." He leaned forward and touched Thea"s wrist, "See that fur coat just coming in, Thea. It"s D"Albert. He"s just back from his Western tour. Fine head, hasn"t he?"
"To go back," said Dr. Archie; "I insist that people do look happier here. I"ve noticed it even on the street, and especially in the hotels."
Fred turned to him cheerfully. "New York people live a good deal in the fourth dimension, Dr. Archie. It"s that you notice in their faces."
The doctor was interested. "The fourth dimension," he repeated slowly; "and is that slang, too?"
"No,"--Fred shook his head,--"that"s merely a figure. I mean that life is not quite so personal here as it is in your part of the world. People are more taken up by hobbies, interests that are less subject to reverses than their personal affairs. If you"re interested in Thea"s voice, for instance, or in voices in general, that interest is just the same, even if your mining stocks go down."
The doctor looked at him narrowly. "You think that"s about the princ.i.p.al difference between country people and city people, don"t you?"
Fred was a little disconcerted at being followed up so resolutely, and he attempted to dismiss it with a pleasantry. "I"ve never thought much about it, doctor. But I should say, on the spur of the moment, that that is one of the princ.i.p.al differences between people anywhere. It"s the consolation of fellows like me who don"t accomplish much. The fourth dimension is not good for business, but we think we have a better time."
Dr. Archie leaned back in his chair. His heavy shoulders were contemplative. "And she," he said slowly; "should you say that she is one of the kind you refer to?" He inclined his head toward the shimmer of the pale-green dress beside him. Thea was leaning, just then, over the balcony rail, her head in the light from the chandeliers below.
"Never, never!" Fred protested. "She"s as hard-headed as the worst of you--with a difference."
The doctor sighed. "Yes, with a difference; something that makes a good many revolutions to the second. When she was little I used to feel her head to try to locate it."
Fred laughed. "Did you, though? So you were on the track of it? Oh, it"s there! We can"t get round it, miss," as Thea looked back inquiringly.
"Dr. Archie, there"s a fellow townsman of yours I feel a real kinship for." He pressed a cigar upon Dr. Archie and struck a match for him.
"Tell me about Spanish Johnny."
The doctor smiled benignantly through the first waves of smoke. "Well, Johnny"s an old patient of mine, and he"s an old admirer of Thea"s. She was born a cosmopolitan, and I expect she learned a good deal from Johnny when she used to run away and go to Mexican Town. We thought it a queer freak then."
The doctor launched into a long story, in which he was often eagerly interrupted or joyously confirmed by Thea, who was drinking her coffee and forcing open the petals of the roses with an ardent and rather rude hand. Fred settled down into enjoying his comprehension of his guests.
Thea, watching Dr. Archie and interested in his presentation, was unconsciously impersonating her suave, gold-tinted friend. It was delightful to see her so radiant and responsive again. She had kept her promise about looking her best; when one could so easily get together the colors of an apple branch in early spring, that was not hard to do.
Even Dr. Archie felt, each time he looked at her, a fresh consciousness.
He recognized the fine texture of her mother"s skin, with the difference that, when she reached across the table to give him a bunch of grapes, her arm was not only white, but somehow a little dazzling. She seemed to him taller, and freer in all her movements. She had now a way of taking a deep breath when she was interested, that made her seem very strong, somehow, and brought her at one quite overpoweringly. If he seemed shy, it was not that he was intimidated by her worldly clothes, but that her greater positiveness, her whole augmented self, made him feel that his accustomed manner toward her was inadequate.
Fred, on his part, was reflecting that the awkward position in which he had placed her would not confine or chafe her long. She looked about at other people, at other women, curiously. She was not quite sure of herself, but she was not in the least afraid or apologetic. She seemed to sit there on the edge, emerging from one world into another, taking her bearings, getting an idea of the concerted movement about her, but with absolute self-confidence. So far from shrinking, she expanded. The mere kindly effort to please Dr. Archie was enough to bring her out.