"You"ve seen Mr. Owen"--Mrs. Gereth concurred. She put down her cup and sank into a chair, in which she leaned back, resting her head and gazing at her young friend. "Yes, I did tell you a while ago that for you I"d do it. But you haven"t told me yet what you"ll do in return."
Fleda thought an instant. "Anything in the wide world you may require."
"Oh, "anything" is nothing at all! That"s too easily said." Mrs. Gereth, reclining more completely, closed her eyes with an air of disgust, an air indeed of inviting slumber.
Fleda looked at her quiet face, which the appearance of slumber always made particularly handsome; she noted how much the ordeal of the last few weeks had added to its indications of age. "Well then, try me with something. What is it you demand?"
At this, opening her eyes, Mrs. Gereth sprang straight up. "Get him away from her!"
Fleda marveled: her companion had in an instant become young again.
"Away from Mona? How in the world--?"
"By not looking like a fool!" cried Mrs. Gereth very sharply. She kissed her, however, on the spot, to make up for this roughness, and summarily took off her hat, which, on coming into the house, our young lady had not removed. She applied a friendly touch to the girl"s hair and gave a businesslike pull to her jacket. "I say don"t look like an idiot, because you happen not to be one, not the least bit. _I_"m idiotic; I"ve been so, I"ve just discovered, ever since our first days together. I"ve been a precious donkey; but that"s another affair."
Fleda, as if she humbly a.s.sented, went through no form of controverting this; she simply stood pa.s.sive to her companion"s sudden refreshment of her appearance. "How _can_ I get him away from her?" she presently demanded.
"By letting yourself go."
"By letting myself go?" She spoke mechanically, still more like an idiot, and felt as if her face flamed out the insincerity of her question. It was vividly back again, the vision of the real way to act upon Mrs. Gereth. This lady"s movements were now rapid; she turned off from her as quickly as she had seized her, and Fleda sat down to steady herself for full responsibility.
Her hostess, without taking up her e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n, gave a violent poke at the fire and then faced her again. "You"ve done two things, then, to-day--haven"t you?--that you"ve never done before. One has been asking me the service, or favor, or concession--whatever you call it--that you just mentioned; the other has been telling me--certainly too for the first time--an immense little fib."
"An immense little fib?" Fleda felt weak; she was glad of the support of her seat.
"An immense big one, then!" said Mrs. Gereth irritatedly. "You don"t in the least "hate" Owen, my darling. You care for him very much. In fact, my own, you"re in love with him--there! Don"t tell me any more lies!"
cried Mrs. Gereth with a voice and a face in the presence of which Fleda recognized that there was nothing for her but to hold herself and take them. When once the truth was out, it was out, and she could see more and more every instant that it would be the only way. She accepted therefore what had to come; she leaned back her head and closed her eyes as her companion had done just before. She would have covered her face with her hands but for the still greater shame. "Oh, you"re a wonder, a wonder," said Mrs. Gereth; "you"re magnificent, and I was right, as soon as I saw you, to pick you out and trust you!" Fleda closed her eyes tighter at this last word, but her friend kept it up. "I never dreamed of it till a while ago, when, after he had come and gone, we were face to face. Then something stuck out of you; it strongly impressed me, and I didn"t know at first quite what to make of it. It was that you had just been with him and that you were not natural. Not natural to _me_,"
she added with a smile. "I p.r.i.c.ked up my ears, and all that this might mean dawned upon me when you said you had asked nothing about Mona. It put me on the scent, but I didn"t show you, did I? I felt it was _in_ you, deep down, and that I must draw it out. Well, I _have_ drawn it, and it"s a blessing. Yesterday, when you shed tears at breakfast, I was awfully puzzled. What has been the matter with you all the while? Why, Fleda, it isn"t a crime, don"t you know that?" cried the delighted woman. "When I was a girl I was always in love, and not always with such nice people as Owen. I didn"t behave as well as you; compared with you I think I must have been horrid. But if you"re proud and reserved, it"s your own affair; I"m proud too, though I"m not reserved--that"s what spoils it. I"m stupid, above all--that"s what I am; so dense that I really blush for it. However, no one but you could have deceived me. If I trusted you, moreover, it was exactly to be cleverer than myself. You must be so now more than ever!" Suddenly Fleda felt her hands grasped: Mrs. Gereth had plumped down at her feet and was leaning on her knees.
"Save him--save him: you _can_!" she pa.s.sionately pleaded. "How could you _not_ like him, when he"s such a dear? He _is_ a dear, darling; there"s no harm in my own boy! You can do what you will with him--you know you can! What else does he give us all this time for? Get him away from her; it"s as if he besought you to, poor wretch! Don"t abandon him to such a fate, and I"ll never abandon _you_. Think of him with that creature, that future! If you"ll take him I"ll give up everything.
There, it"s a solemn promise, the most sacred of my life! Get the better of her, and he shall have every stick I removed. Give me your word, and I"ll accept it. I"ll write for the packers to-night!"
Fleda, before this, had fallen forward on her companion"s neck, and the two women, clinging together, had got up while the younger wailed on the other"s bosom. "You smooth it down because you see more in it than there can ever be; but after my hideous double game how will you be able to believe in me again?"
"I see in it simply what _must_ be, if you"ve a single spark of pity.
Where on earth was the double game, when you"ve behaved like such a saint? You"ve been beautiful, you"ve been exquisite, and all our trouble is over."
Fleda, drying her eyes, shook her head ever so sadly. "No, Mrs. Gereth, it isn"t over. I can"t do what you ask--I can"t meet your condition."
Mrs. Gereth stared; the cloud gathered in her face again. "Why, in the name of goodness, when you adore him? I know what you see in him," she declared in another tone. "You"re right!"
Fleda gave a faint, stubborn smile. "He cares for her too much."
"Then why doesn"t he marry her? He"s giving you an extraordinary chance."
"He doesn"t dream I"ve ever thought of him," said Fleda. "Why should he, if you didn"t?"
"It wasn"t with me you were in love, my duck." Then Mrs. Gereth added: "I"ll go and tell him."
"If you do any such thing, you shall never see me again,--absolutely, literally never!"
Mrs. Gereth looked hard at her young friend, showing she saw she must believe her. "Then you"re perverse, you"re wicked. Will you swear he doesn"t know?"
"Of course he doesn"t know!" cried Fleda indignantly.
Her interlocutress was silent a little. "And that he has no feeling on _his_ side?"
"For me?" Fleda stared. "Before he has even married her?"
Mrs. Gereth gave a sharp laugh at this. "He ought at least to appreciate your wit. Oh, my dear, you _are_ a treasure! Doesn"t he appreciate anything? Has he given you absolutely no symptom--not looked a look, not breathed a sigh?"
"The case," said Fleda coldly, "is as I"ve had the honor to state it."
"Then he"s as big a donkey as his mother! But you know you must account for their delay," Mrs. Gereth remarked.
"Why must I?" Fleda asked after a moment.
"Because you were closeted with him here so long. You can"t pretend at present, you know, not to have any art."
The girl hesitated an instant; she was conscious that she must choose between two risks. She had had a secret and the secret was gone. Owen had one, which was still unbruised, and the greater risk now was that his mother should lay her formidable hand upon it. All Fleda"s tenderness for him moved her to protect it; so she faced the smaller peril. "Their delay," she brought herself to reply, "may perhaps be Mona"s doing. I mean because he has lost her the things."
Mrs. Gereth jumped at this. "So that she"ll break altogether if I keep them?"
Fleda winced. "I"ve told you what I believe about that. She"ll make scenes and conditions; she"ll worry him. But she"ll hold him fast; she"ll never give him up."
Mrs. Gereth turned it over. "Well, I"ll keep them, to try her," she finally p.r.o.nounced; at which Fleda felt quite sick, as if she had given everything and got nothing.
XII
"I must in common decency let him know that I"ve talked of the matter with you," she said to her hostess that evening. "What answer do you wish me to write to him?"
"Write to him that you must see him again," said Mrs. Gereth.
Fleda looked very blank. "What on earth am I to see him for?"
"For anything you like."
The girl would have been struck with the levity of this had she not already, in an hour, felt the extent of the change suddenly wrought in her commerce with her friend--wrought above all, to that friend"s view, in her relation to the great issue. The effect of what had followed Owen"s visit was to make that relation the very key of the crisis.
Pressed upon her, goodness knew, the crisis had been, but it now seemed to put forth big, encircling arms--arms that squeezed till they hurt and she must cry out. It was as if everything at Ricks had been poured into a common receptacle, a public ferment of emotion and zeal, out of which it was ladled up to be tasted and talked about; everything at least but the one little treasure of knowledge that she kept back. She ought to have liked this, she reflected, because it meant sympathy, meant a closer union with the source of so much in her life that had been beautiful and renovating; but there were fine instincts in her that stood off. She had had--and it was not merely at this time--to recognize that there were things for which Mrs. Gereth"s _flair_ was not so happy as for bargains and "marks." It wouldn"t be happy now as to the best action on the knowledge she had just gained; yet as from this moment they were still more intimately together, so a person deeply in her debt would simply have to stand and meet what was to come. There were ways in which she could sharply incommode such a person, and not only with the best conscience in the world, but with a sort of brutality of good intentions. One of the straightest of these strokes, Fleda saw, would be the dance of delight over the mystery Mrs. Gereth had laid bare--the loud, lawful, tactless joy of the explorer leaping upon the strand. Like any other lucky discoverer, she would take possession of the fortunate island. She was nothing if not practical: almost the only thing she took account of in her young friend"s soft secret was the excellent use she could make of it--a use so much to her taste that she refused to feel a hindrance in the quality of the material. Fleda put into Mrs. Gereth"s answer to her question a good deal more meaning than it would have occurred to her a few hours before that she was prepared to put, but she had on the spot a foreboding that even so broad a hint would live to be bettered.
"Do you suggest that I shall propose to him to come down here again?"
she presently inquired.
"Dear, no; say that you"ll go up to town and meet him." It _was_ bettered, the broad hint; and Fleda felt this to be still more the case when, returning to the subject before they went to bed, her companion said: "I make him over to you wholly, you know--to do what you please with. Deal with him in your own clever way--I ask no questions. All I ask is that you succeed."
"That"s charming," Fleda replied, "but it doesn"t tell me a bit, you"ll be so good as to consider, in what terms to write to him. It"s not an answer from you to the message I was to give you."