"I"m never taken by force," she said coldly. "I give myself ... if I feel like it."
And in the gesture of scorn and rage with which she dismissed him, Rafael thought he caught a trace of loathing at some memory of Boldini--that repugnant lecher, who had been the only person in the world to win her by violence.
Rafael tried to stammer an excuse, but that hateful a.s.sociation of the brutal scene rendered her implacable.
"Go! Go, or I"ll beat you again!... And never come back!"
And to emphasize the words, as Rafael, humiliated and covered with dirt, was leaving the garden, she shut the gate behind him with such a violent slam that the bars almost went flying.
IV
Dona Bernarda was much pleased with Rafael. The angry glances, the gestures of impatience, the wordless arguments between mother and son, which the household had formerly witnessed in such terror, had come to an end.
The boy had not been visiting the Blue House for some time. She knew that with absolute certainty, thanks to the gratuitous espionage conducted for her by persons attached to the Brull family. He scarcely ever left the house; a few moments at the Club after lunch; and the rest of the day in the dining-room, with her and family friends; or else, shut up in his room, with his books, probably, which the austere senora revered with the superst.i.tious awe of ignorance.
Don Andres, her advisor, commented upon the change with a gloating "I told you so." What had he always said, when dona Bernarda, in the confiding intimacies of that friendship which amounted almost to a senile, a tranquil, a distantly respectful pa.s.sion, would complain of Rafael"s contrariness? That it would all pa.s.s; that it was a young man"s whim; that youth must have its fling! What was the use? Rafael hadn"t studied to be a monk! Many boys his age, and even older ones, were far worse!... And the old gentleman smiled, for he was thinking of his own easy conquests with the wretched flock of dirty, unkempt peasant girls who wrapped the oranges in the shipping houses of Alcira. "You see, dona Bernarda, you suffered too much with don Ramon. You are a bit too exacting with Rafael. Let him have a good time! Let him enjoy himself!
He"ll get tired of that chorus girl soon enough, pretty as she is. Then you can take hold and start him right!"
Dona Bernarda once again had reason to appreciate the talent of her counsellor. His predictions, made with a cynicism that always caused the pious lady to blush, had been fulfilled to the letter!
She, too, was sure it was all over. Her son was not so blind as his father had been. He had soon wearied of a "lost woman" like Leonora; he had decided it was not worth while to quarrel with his mamma over so trifling a matter, and have his enemies discredit him on that account.
He was returning to the path of duty; and to express her unbounded joy, the good woman could not pamper him enough.
"And how about ... that?" her friends would ask her, mysteriously.
"Nothing," she would answer, with a proud smile. "Three weeks have gone by and he hasn"t shown the slightest inclination to go back. No, Rafael is a good boy. All that was just a young one"s notion. If you could only see him keeping me company in the parlor every afternoon! An angel! Good as pie! He spends hour after hour chatting with me and Matias"s daughter."
And then, broadening her smile and winking cunningly, she would add:
"I think there"s something doing in that direction."
And indeed something was "doing"; at least, to judge by appearances.
Bored with wandering from room to room through the house, sick of his books, with which he would spend hours and hours turning pages without really seeing a word that was printed on them, Rafael had taken refuge in the sitting-room where his mother did her sewing, supervising a complicated piece of embroidery that Remedios was making.
The girl"s submissive simplicity appealed to Rafael. Her ingenuousness gave him a sense of freshness and repose. She was a cosy secluded refuge where he might sleep after a tempest. His mother"s satisfied smile was there to encourage him in this feeling. Never had he seen her so kind and so communicative. The pleasure of having him once more safe and obedient in her hands had mollified that disposition so stern by nature as to verge on rudeness.
Remedios, with her head bowed low over her embroidery, would blush deep red whenever Rafael praised her work or told her she was the prettiest girl in all Alcira. He would help her thread her needles, and hold his hands out to make a winding frame for the skeins; and more than once, with the familiarity of an old playmate, he would pinch her mischievously through the embroidery hoop. And she would never miss the chance to scream scandal.
"Rafael, don"t be crazy," his mother would say, threatening him indulgently with her withered forefinger. "Let Remedios work; if you carry on so I won"t let you come into the parlor."
And at night, alone in the dining-room with don Andres, when the hour of confidences came, dona Bernarda would forget the affairs of "the House" and of "the Party," to say with satisfaction:
"It"s going better."
"Is Rafael taking to her?"
"More and more every day. We"re getting there, we"re getting there! That boy is the living image of his father when it comes to matters like this. Believe me, you can"t let one of that tribe out of your sight a minute. If I didn"t keep my eye peeled, that young devil would be doing something that would discredit the House forever."
And the good woman was sure that Doctor Moreno"s daughter--that abominable creature whose good looks had been her nightmare for some months past--no longer existed for Rafael.
She knew, from her spies, that on one market morning the two had met on the street in town. Rafael had looked the other way, as if trying to avoid her; the "_comica_" had turned pale and walked straight ahead pretending not to see him. What did that mean?... A break for good of course! The impudent hussy was livid with rage, you see, perhaps because she could not trap her Rafael again; for he, weary of such uncleanliness, had abandoned her forever. Ah, the lost soul, the indecent gad-about! Excuse me! Was a woman to educate a son in the soundest and most virtuous principles, make a somebody of him, and then have an adventuress come along, a thousand times worse than a common street-woman, and carry him off, as nice as you please, in her filthy hands? What had the daughter of that scamp of a doctor thought?... Let her fume! "You"re sore just because you see he"s dumped you for good!"
In the joy of her triumph dona Bernarda was thinking anxiously of her son"s marriage to Remedios, and, coming down one peg on the ladder of her dignity toward don Matias, she began to treat the exporter as a member of the family, commenting contentedly upon the growing affection that united their two children.
"Well, if they"re fond of each other," said the rustic magnate, "the wedding can take place tomorrow so far as I"m concerned. Remedios means a good deal to me; hard to find a girl like her for running a house; but that needn"t interfere with the marriage. I"m mighty well satisfied, dona Bernarda, that we should be related through our children. I"m only sorry that don Ramon isn"t here to see it all."
And that was true. The one thing lacking to the millionaire"s perfect joy was that he would never have the chance to treat the tall, imposing Don Ramon on equal terms for once,--the crowning triumph of a self-made man.
Dona Bernarda, too, saw in this union the realization of her fondest dreams: money joined to power; the millions of a business, whose marvelous successes seemed like deliberate tricks of Chance, coming to revivify with their sap of gold the Brull family tree, which was showing the signs of age and long years of struggle!
Spring had come on apace. Some afternoons dona Bernarda would take "the children" to her own orchards or to the wealthy holdings of don Matias.
It was a sight worth seeing--the kindly shrewdness with which she chaperoned the young couple, shouting with shocked alarm if they disappeared behind the orange-trees for a moment or two in their frolics.
"That Rafael of ours," she would say to don Andres, mimicking the long face he used to put on when bringing up her troubles with her husband, "what a rascal he is! I"ll bet he"s got both arms around her by this time!"
"Let "em alone, let "em alone, dona Bernarda! The deeper in he gets with this one, the less likely he"ll be to go back to the other."
Back to her?... There was no fear of that. It was enough to watch Rafael picking flowers and weaving them into the girl"s hair while she pretended to fight him off, blushing like a rose, and quite moved at such homage.
"Now be good, Rafaelito," Remedios would murmur in a sort of entreating bleat, "don"t touch me; don"t be so bold."
But her emotion would so betray her that you could see the thing she most wanted in the world was for Rafael to place upon her body once again those hands that made her tingle from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair. She resisted only because such was the duty of a well-educated Christian girl. Like a young she-goat she would dash off with graceful, tripping bounds between the rows of orange-trees, and _su senoria_, the member from Alcira, would give chase with all his might, his nostrils quivering and his eyes ablaze.
"Let"s see if he can catch you!" the mother would call, with a laugh.
"Run and let him try to catch you!"
Don Andres would roll up his wrinkled face into the smile of an old faun. Such play made him feel young again.
"Huh, _senora_! I believe you. This is getting on--on, and then some.
I"d say, marry them off pretty quick; for, if you don"t, mark my word, there"ll soon be something for Alcira to laugh about."
And they were both mistaken. Neither the mother nor don Andres was present to note the expression of dejection and despair on Rafael"s face when he was alone, shut up in his room, where, in the dark corners, he could still see a pair of green, mysterious eyes gleaming at him and tempting him.
Go back to her? Never! He still felt the shame, the humiliation of that morning. He could see himself in all his tragic ridiculousness, in a heap on the ground, trampled under foot by that Amazon, covered with dirt, as humble and abashed as a criminal caught redhanded and with no excuse.
And then that word, that had cut like the lash of a whip: "Go!" As if he were a lackey who had dared approach a d.u.c.h.ess! And then that gate slamming behind him, falling like a slab over a tomb, setting up an eternal barrier between him and the love of his life!
No, he would never go back! He was not brave enough to face her again.
That morning when he had met her by chance near the market-place, he thought he would die of shame; his legs sagged under him, and the street turned black as if night had suddenly fallen. She had disappeared; but there was a ringing in his ears; and he had had to take hold of something, as if the earth were swaying under his feet, and he would fall.
He needed to forget that unutterable disgrace--a recollection as tenacious as remorse itself. That was why he had plunged into the affair with his mother"s protegee--as a sort of anaesthetic. She was a woman! And his hands, which seemed to have been unbound since that painful morning, went out toward her; his tongue, free after his vehement confession of love at the orchard-gate, spoke glibly now expressing an adoration that seemed to go beyond the inexpressive features of Remedios, and reach far, far away, to the Blue House, where the other woman was, offended and in hiding.
With Remedios he would feel some sign of life, only to relapse into torpid gloom the moment he was left alone. It was a foamy, frothy intoxication he felt when with the girl, an effervescence that all evaporated in solitude. He thought of Remedios as a piece of green fruit--sound, free of cut or stain, and with all the color of maturity, but lacking the taste that satisfies and the perfume that enthralls.
In his strange situation, spending days in childish games with a young girl who aroused in him nothing more than the bland sense of fraternal comradeship, and nights in sad and sleepless recollection, the one thing that pleased him was intimacy with his mother. Peace had been restored to the home. He could come and go without being conscious of a pair of eyes glaring upon him and without hearing words of indignation stifled between grating teeth.