"Tell him you"ll come, of course," said his wife.
Maxwell shook his head. "He doesn"t mean this any more than he meant to revise the thing himself. He probably finds that he can"t do that, and wants me to do it. But if I did it he might take it off after the first night in Chicago if the notices were unfavorable."
"But they won"t be," she argued. "I _know_ they won"t."
"I should simply break him up from the form he"s got into, if I went to the rehearsals. He must keep on doing it in his own way till he comes to New York."
"But think of the effect it will have in New York if you should happen to make it go in Chicago."
"It won"t have the slightest effect. When he brings it East, it will have to make its way just as if it had never been played anywhere before."
A bright thought occurred to Louise. "Then tell him that if he will bring it on to Boston you will superintend all the rehearsals. And I will go with you to them."
Maxwell only laughed at this. "Boston wouldn"t serve any better than Chicago, as far as New York is concerned. We shall have to build a success from the ground up there, if we get one. It might run a whole winter in Boston, and then we should probably begin with half a house in New York, or a third. The only advantage of trying it anywhere before, is that the actors will be warm in their parts. Besides, do you suppose G.o.dolphin could get a theatre in Boston out of the order of his engagement there next spring?"
"Why not?"
"Simply because every night at every house is taken six months beforehand."
"Who would ever have dreamt," said Louise, ruefully, "that simply writing a play would involve any one in all these exasperating business details."
"n.o.body can get free of business," Maxwell returned.
"Then I will tell you," she brightened up to say. "Why not sell him the piece outright, and wash your hands of it?"
"Because he wouldn"t buy it outright, and if I washed my hands of it he could do what he pleased with it. If he couldn"t tinker it up himself he could hire some one else to do it, and that would be worse yet."
"Well, then, the only thing for us to do is to go on to New York, and wait there till G.o.dolphin comes. I suppose papa and mamma would like to have us stay through October with them in Boston, but I don"t see much sense in that, and I don"t choose to have the air of living on them. I want to present an unbroken front of independence from the beginning, as far as inquiring friends are concerned; and in New York we shall be so lost to sight that n.o.body will know how we are living. You can work at your new play while we"re waiting, and we can feel that the onset in the battle of life has sounded."
Maxwell laughed, as she meant him, at the mock heroics of her phrase, and she pulled off his hat, and rubbed his hair round on his skull in exultation at having arrived at some clear understanding. "I wouldn"t have hair like silk," she jeered.
"And I wouldn"t have hair like corn-silk," he returned. "At least not on my own head."
"Yes, it _is_ coa.r.s.e. And it"s yours quite as much as mine," she said, thoughtfully. "We _do_ belong to each other utterly, don"t we? I never thought of it in that light before. And now our life has gone into your work, already! I can"t tell you, Brice, how sweet it is to think of that love-business being our own! I shall be so proud of it on the stage! But as long as we live no one but ourselves must know anything about it. Do you suppose they will?" she asked, in sudden dismay.
He smiled. "Should you care?"
She reflected a moment. "No!" she shouted, boldly. "What difference?"
"G.o.dolphin would pay any sum for the privilege of using the fact as an advertis.e.m.e.nt. If he could put it into Pinney"s hands, and give him _carte blanche_, to work in all the romance he liked--"
"Brice!" she shrieked.
"Well, we needn"t give it away, and if _we_ don"t, n.o.body else will."
"No, and we must always keep it sacredly secret. Promise me one thing!"
"Twenty!"
"That you will let me hold your hand all through the first performance of that part. Will you?"
"Why, we shall be set up like two brazen images in a box for all the first-nighters to stare at and the society reporters to describe. What would society journalism say to your holding my hand throughout the tender pa.s.sages? It would be onto something personal in them in an instant."
"No; now I will show you how we will do." They were sitting in a nook of the rocks, in the pallor of the late September sunshine, with their backs against a warm bowlder. "Now give me your hand."
"Why, you"ve got hold of it already."
"Oh yes, so I have! Well, I"ll just grasp it in mine firmly, and let them both rest on your knee, so; and fling the edge of whatever I"m wearing on my shoulders over them, or my mantle, if it"s hanging on the back of the chair, so"--she flung the edge of her shawl over their clasped hands to ill.u.s.trate--"and n.o.body will suspect the least thing.
Suppose the sea was the audience--a sea of faces you know; would any one dream down there that I was squeezing your hand at all the important moments, or you squeezing mine?"
"I hope they wouldn"t think me capable of doing anything so indelicate as squeezing a lady"s hand," said Maxwell. "I don"t know what they might think of you, though, if there was any such elaborate display of concealment as you"ve got up here."
"Oh, this is merely rehearsing. Of course, I shall be more adroit, more careless, when I really come to it. But what I mean is that when we first see it together, the love-business, I shall want to feel that you are feeling every instant just as I do. Will you?"
"I don"t see any great objection to that. We shall both be feeling very anxious about the play, if that"s what you mean."
"That"s what I mean in one sense," Louise allowed. "Sha"n"t you be very anxious to see how they have imagined Salome and Atland?"
"Not so anxious as about how G.o.dolphin has "created" Haxard."
"I care nothing about that. But if the woman who does _me_ is vulgar, or underbred, or the least bit coa.r.s.e, and doesn"t keep the character just as sweet and delicate as you imagined it, I don"t know what I shall do to her."
"Nothing violent, I hope," Maxwell suggested languidly.
"I am not so sure," said Louise. "It"s a dreadfully intimate affair with me, and if I didn"t like it I should hiss, anyway."
Maxwell laughed long and loud. "What a delightful thing that would be for society journalism. "At one point the wife of the author was apparently unable to control her emotions, and she was heard to express her disapprobation by a prolonged sibilation. All eyes were turned upon the box where she sat with her husband, their hands clasped under the edge of her mantle." No, you mustn"t hiss, my dear; but if you find Salome getting too much for you you can throw a dynamite bomb at the young woman who is doing her. I dare say we shall want to blow up the whole theatre before the play is over."
"Oh, I don"t believe we shall. I know the piece will go splendidly if the love-business is well done. But you can understand, can"t you, just how I feel about Salome?"
"I think I can, and I am perfectly sure that you will be bitterly disappointed in her, no matter how she"s done, unless you do her yourself."
"I wish I could!"
"Then the other people might be disappointed."
XI.
The Maxwells went to New York early in October, and took a little furnished flat for the winter on the West Side, between two streets among the Eighties. It was in a new apartment-house, rather fine on the outside, and its balconies leaned caressingly towards the tracks of the Elevated Road, whose trains steamed back and forth under them night and day. At first they thought it rather noisy, but their young nerves were strong, and they soon ceased to take note of the uproar, even when the windows were open.
The weather was charming, as the weather of the New York October is apt to be. The month proved much milder than September had been at Magnolia.
They were not very far from Central Park, and they went for whole afternoons into it. They came to have such a sense of ownership in one of the seats in the Ramble, that they felt aggrieved when they found anybody had taken it, and they resented other people"s intimacy with the squirrels, which Louise always took a pocketful of nuts to feed; the squirrels got a habit of climbing into her lap for them. Sometimes Maxwell hired a boat and rowed her lazily about on the lake, while he mused and she talked. Sometimes, to be very lavish, they took places in the public carriage which plied on the drives of the Park, and went up to the tennis-grounds beyond the reservoirs, and watched the players, or the art-students sketching the autumn scenery there. They began to know, without acquaintance, certain attached or semi-attached couples; and no doubt they pa.s.sed with these for lovers themselves, though they felt a vast superiority to them in virtue of their married experience; they looked upon them, though the people were sometimes their elders, as very young things, who were in the right way, but were as yet deplorably ignorant how happy they were going to be. They almost always walked back from these drives, and it was not so far but they could walk over to the North River for the sunset before their dinner, which they had late when they did that, and earlier when they did not do it. Dinner was rather a matter of caprice with them. Sometimes they dined at a French or Italian _table d"hote_; sometimes they foraged for it before they came in from their sunset, or their afternoon in the park. When dinner consisted mainly of a steak or chops, with one of the delicious salads their avenue abounded in, and some improvisation of potatoes, and coffee afterward, it was very easy to get it up in half an hour. They kept one maid, who called herself a Sweden"s girl, and Louise cooked some of the things herself. She did not cook them so well as the maid, but Maxwell never knew what he was eating, and he thought it all alike good.
In their simple circ.u.mstances, Louise never missed the affluence that had flattered her whole life in her father"s house. It seemed to her as if she had not lived before her marriage--as if she had always lived as she did now. She made the most of her house-keeping, but there was not a great deal of that, at the most. She knew some New York people, but it was too early yet for them to be back to town, and, besides, she doubted if she should let them know where she was; for society afflicted Maxwell, and she could not care for it unless he did. She did not wish to do anything as yet, or be anything apart from him; she was timid about going into the street without him. She wished to be always with him, and always talking to him; but it soon came to his imploring her not to talk when she was in the room where he was writing; and he often came to the table so distraught that the meal might have pa.s.sed without a word but for her.