Maxwell frowned, as he always did when he became earnest, and said with a little sigh, "He must be pa.s.sive, negative, as I said; you must simply feel that he is _good_, and that she will be safe with him, after the worst has happened to her father. And I must keep the interest of the love-business light, without letting it become farcical. I must get charm, all I can, into her character. You won"t mind my getting the charm all from you?"
"Oh, Brice, what sweet things you say to me! I wish everybody could know how divine you are."
"The women would all be making love to me, and I should hate that. One is quite enough."
"_Am_ I quite enough?" she entreated.
"You have been up to the present time."
"And do you think I shall always be?" She slid from her chair to her knees on the floor beside him, where he sat at his desk, and put her arms round him.
He did not seem to know it. "Look here, Louise, I have got to connect this love-business with the main action of the play, somehow. It won"t do simply to have it an episode. How would it do to have Atland know all the time that Haxard has killed Greenshaw, and be keeping it from Salome, while she is betraying her love for him?"
"Wouldn"t that be rather tawdry?" Louise let her arms slip down to her side, and looked up at him, as she knelt.
"Yes, it would," he owned.
He looked very unhappy about it, and she rose to her feet, as if to give it more serious attention. "Brice, I want your play to be thoroughly honest and true from beginning to end, and not to have any sort of catchpenny effectivism in it. You have planned it so n.o.bly that I can"t bear to have you lower the standard the least bit; and I think the honest and true way is to let the love-business be a pleasant fact in the case, as it might very well be. Those things _do_ keep going on in life alongside of the greatest misery, the greatest unhappiness."
"Well," said Maxwell, "I guess you are right about the love-business.
I"ll treat it frankly for what it is, a fact in the case. That will be the right way, and that will be the strong way. It will be like life. I don"t know that you are bound to relate things strictly to each other in art, any more than they are related in life. There are all sorts of incidents and interests playing round every great event that seem to have no more relation to it than the rings of Saturn have to Saturn.
They form the atmosphere of it. If I can let Haxard"s wretchedness be seen at last through the atmosphere of his daughter"s happiness!"
"Yes," she said, "that will be quite enough." She knew that they had talked up to the moment when he could best begin to work, and now left him to himself.
Within a week he got the rehabilitated love-business in place, and the play ready to show to G.o.dolphin again. He had managed to hold the actor off in the meantime, but now he returned in full force, with suggestions and misgivings which had first to be cleared away before he could give a clear mind to what Maxwell had done. Then Maxwell could see that he was somehow disappointed, for he began to talk as if there were no understanding between them for his taking the play. He praised it warmly, but he said that it would be hard to find a woman to do the part of Salome.
"That is the princ.i.p.al part in the piece now, you know," he added.
"I don"t see how," Maxwell protested. "It seems to me that her character throws Haxard"s into greater relief than before, and gives it more prominence."
"You"ve made the love-business too strong, I think. I supposed you would have something light and graceful to occupy the house in the suspense between the points in Haxard"s case. If I were to do him, I should be afraid that people would come back from Salome to him with more or less of an effort, I don"t say they would, but that"s the way it strikes me now; perhaps some one else would look at it quite differently."
"Then, as it is, you don"t want it?"
"I don"t say that. But it seems to me that Salome is the princ.i.p.al figure now. I think that"s a mistake."
"If it"s a fact, it"s a mistake. I don"t want to have it so," said Maxwell, and he made such effort as he could to swallow his disgust.
G.o.dolphin asked, after a while, "In that last scene between her and her father, and in fact in all the scenes between them, couldn"t you give more of the strong speeches to him? She"s a great creation now, but isn"t she too great for Atland?"
"I"ve kept Atland under, purposely, because the part is necessarily a negative one, and because I didn"t want him to compete with Haxard at all."
"Yes, that is all right; but as it is, _she_ competes with Haxard."
After G.o.dolphin had gone, Louise came down, and found Maxwell in a dreary muse over his ma.n.u.script. He looked up at her with a lack-l.u.s.tre eye, and said, "G.o.dolphin is jealous of Salome now. What he really wants is a five-act monologue that will keep him on the stage all the time. He thinks that as it is, she will take all the attention from him."
Louise appeared to reflect. "Well, isn"t there something in that?"
"Good heavens! I should think you were going to play Haxard, too!"
"No; but of course you can"t have two characters of equal importance in your play. Some one has to be first, and G.o.dolphin doesn"t want an actress taking all the honors away from him."
"Then why did you pretend to like the way I had done it," Maxwell demanded, angrily, "if you think she will take the honors from him?"
"I didn"t say that I did. All that I want is that you should ask yourself whether she would or not."
"Are _you_ jealous of her?"
"Now, my dear, if you are going to be unreasonable, I will not talk with you."
Nothing maddened Maxwell so much as to have his wife take this tone with him, when he had followed her up through the sinuosities that always began with her after a certain point. Short of that she was as frank and candid as a man, and he understood her, but beyond that the eternal womanly began, and he could make nothing of her. She evaded, and came and went, and returned upon her course, and all with as good a conscience, apparently, as if she were meeting him fairly and squarely on the question they started with. Sometimes he doubted if she really knew that she was behaving insincerely, or whether, if she knew it, she could help doing it. He believed her to be a more truthful nature than himself, and it was insufferable for her to be less so, and then accuse him of illogicality.
"I have no wish to talk," he said, smothering his rage, and taking up a page of ma.n.u.script.
"Of course," she went on, as if there had been no break in their good feeling, "I know what a goose G.o.dolphin is, and I don"t wonder you"re vexed with him, but you know very well that I have nothing but the good of the play in view as a work of art, and I should say that if you couldn"t keep Salome from rivalling Haxard in the interest of the spectator, you had better go back to the idea of making two plays of it.
I think that the "Second Chapter" would be a very good thing to begin with."
"Why, good heavens! you said just the contrary when we decided to drop it."
"Yes, but that was when I thought you would be able to subdue Salome."
"There never was any question of subduing Salome; it was a question of subduing Atland!"
"It"s the same thing; keeping the love-business in the background."
"I give it up!" Maxwell flung down his ma.n.u.script in sign of doing so.
"The whole thing is a mess, and you seem to delight in tormenting me about it. How am I to give the love-business charm, and yet keep it in the background?"
"I should think you could."
"How?"
"Well, I was afraid you would give Salome too much prominence."
"Didn"t you know whether I had done so or not? You knew what I had done before G.o.dolphin came!"
"If G.o.dolphin thinks she is too prominent, you ought to trust his instinct."
Maxwell would not answer her. He went out, and she saw him strolling down the path to the rocks. She took the ma.n.u.script and began to read it over.
He did not come back, and when she was ready to go to supper she had to go down to the rocks for him. His angry fit seemed to have pa.s.sed, but he looked abjectly sad, and her heart ached at sight of him. She said, cheerfully, "I have been reading that love-business over again, Brice, and I don"t find it so far out as I was afraid it was. Salome is a little too _p.r.o.noncee_, but you can easily mend that. She is a delightful character, and you have given her charm--too much charm. I don"t believe there"s a truer woman in the whole range of the drama. She is perfect, and that is why I think you can afford to keep her back a little in the pa.s.sages with Haxard. Of course, G.o.dolphin wants to shine there. You needn"t give him her speeches, but you can put them somewhere else, in some of the scenes with Atland; it won"t make any difference how much she outshines _him_, poor fellow."
He would not be entreated at once, but after letting her talk on to much the same effect for awhile, he said, "I will see what can be done with it. At present I am sick of the whole thing."
"Yes, just drop it for the present," she said. "I"m hungry, aren"t you?"
"I didn"t know it was time."