"How can you take it so coolly--so indifferently?" she said. "Where has that woman--where has she gone? . . . Never mind; she must turn and pa.s.s us sooner or later, for she lives uptown. _What_ are you laughing at, Mr. Gatewood?"--in annoyed surprise.
"I am laughing at myself. Oh, I"m so many kinds of a fool--you can"t think how many, and it"s no use!"
She stared, astonished; he shook his head.
"No, you don"t understand yet. But you will. Listen to me: this very beautiful lady you have discovered is nothing to me!"
"Nothing--to you!" she faltered. Two pink spots of indignation burned in her cheeks. "How--how dare you say that!--after all that has been done--all that you have said. You said you loved her; you _did_ say so--to _me_!"
"I don"t love her now."
"But you did!" Tears of pure vexation started; she faced him, eye to eye, thoroughly incensed.
"What sort of man are you?" she said under her breath. "Your friend Mr.
Kerns is wrong. You are not worth saving from yourself."
"Kerns!" he repeated, angry and amazed. "What the deuce has Kerns to do with this affair?"
She stared, then, realizing her indiscretion, bit her lip, and spurred forward. But he put his horse to a gallop, and they pounded along in silence. In a little while she drew bridle and looked around coldly, grave with displeasure.
"Mr. Kerns came to us before you did. He said you would probably come, and he begged us to strain every effort in your behalf, because, he said, your happiness absolutely depended upon our finding for you the woman you were seeking. . . . And I tried--very hard--and now she"s found. You admit that--and _now_ you say--"
"I say that one of these balmy summer days I"ll a.s.sa.s.sinate Tommy Kerns!" broke in Gatewood. "What on earth possessed that prince of b.u.t.ters-in to go to Mr. Keen?"
"To save you from yourself!" retorted the girl in a low, exasperated voice. "He did not say what threatened you; he is a good friend for a man to have. But we soon found out what you were--a man well born, well bred, full of brilliant possibility, who was slowly becoming an idle, cynical, self-centered egoist--a man who, lacking the lash of need or the spur of ambition, was degenerating through the sheer uselessness and inanity of his life. And, oh, the pity of it! For Mr. Keen and I have taken a--a curiously personal interest in you--in your case. I say, the pity of it!"
Astounded, dumb under her stinging words, he rode beside her through the brilliant sunshine, wheeled mechanically as she turned her horse, and rode north again.
"And now--_now_!" she said pa.s.sionately, "you turn on the woman you loved! Oh, you are not worth it!"
"You are quite right," he said, turning very white under her scorn.
"Almost all you have said is true enough, I fancy. I amount to nothing; I am idle, cynical, selfish. The emptiness of such a life requires a stimulant; even a fool abhors a vacuum. So I drink--not so very much yet--but more than I realize. And it is close enough to a habit to worry me. . . . Yes, almost all you say is true; Kerns knows it; I know it--now that you have told me. You see, he couldn"t tell me, because I should not have believed him. But I believe you--all you say, except one thing. And that is only a glimmer of decency left in me--not that I make any merit of it. No, it is merely instinctive. For I have _not_ turned on the woman I loved."
Her face was pale as her level eyes met him:
"You said she was nothing to you. . . . Look there! Do you see her? Do you see?"
Her voice broke nervously as he swung around to stare at a rider bearing down at a gallop--a woman on a big roan, tearing along through the spring sunshine, pa.s.sing them with wind-flushed cheeks and dark, incurious eyes, while her powerful horse carried her on, away through the quivering light and shadow of the woodland vista.
"Is _that_ the person?"
"Y-es," she faltered. "Was I wrong?"
"Quite wrong, Miss Southerland."
"But--but you said you had seen her here this morning!"
"Yes, I have."
"Did you speak to her before you met me?"
"No--not before I met you."
"Then you have not spoken to her. Is she still here in the Park?"
"Yes, she is still here."
The girl turned on him excitedly: "Do you mean to say that you will not speak to her?"
"I had rather not--"
"And your happiness depends on your speaking?"
"Yes."
"Then it is cowardly not to speak."
"Oh, yes, it is cowardly. . . . If you wish me to speak to her I will.
Shall I?"
"Yes . . . Show her to me."
"And you think that such a man as I am has a right to speak of love to her?"
"I--we believe it will be your salvation. Mr. Kerns says you must marry her to be happy. Mr. Keen told me yesterday that it only needed a word from the right woman to put you on your mettle. . . . And--and that is my opinion."
"Then in charity say that word!" he breathed, bending toward her. "Can"t you see? Can"t you understand? Don"t you know that from the moment I looked into your eyes I loved you?"
"How--how dare you!" she stammered, crimsoning.
"G.o.d knows," he said wistfully. "I am a coward. I don"t know how I dared. Good-by. . . ."
He walked his horse a little way, then launched him into a gallop, tearing on and on, sun, wind, trees swimming, whirling like a vision, hearing nothing, feeling nothing, save the leaden pounding of his pulse and the breathless, terrible tightening in his throat.
When he cleared his eyes and looked around he was quite alone, his horse walking under the trees and breathing heavily.
At first he laughed, and the laugh was not pleasant. Then he said aloud: "It is worth having lived for, after all!"--and was silent. And again: "I could expect nothing; she was perfectly right to side-step a fool.
. . . And _such_ a fool!"
The distant gallop of a horse, dulled on the soft soil, but coming nearer, could not arouse him from the bitter depths he had sunk in; not even when the sound ceased beside him, and horse snorted recognition to horse. It was only when a light touch rested on his arm that he looked up heavily, caught his breath.
"Where is the other--woman?" she gasped.
"There never was any other."
"You said--"
"I said I loved my ideal. I did not know she existed--until I saw you."