So when Eugenia spoke, after a placid pause, it was merely to suggest that the baby"s head was hanging too far over Delphy"s knee. "That can"t be healthful, Delphy," she said, half timidly. Delphy grunted and adjusted matters with a protest. "Hit"s de way yourn done hung en Miss Meely"s done hung befo" you," she muttered. Eugenia turned to the window and looked out upon the back yard, where the horse-chestnut tree was a ma.s.s of bloom, delicate as a cloud. In the beds below, roses were out in red and white, and against the gray wall of the stable at the end of the brick walk purple flags were flaunting in the shadow. Across the city, beyond the tin roofs and the chimney-pots, the sun was going down in a mist as sheer as gauze, and the surrounding atmosphere was charged with opalescent lights.
Her eyes rested upon it with a quick sense of its beauty; then the sunset lost itself in the round of her thoughts. She had missed Dudley, and she was glad that he was coming home to-night. For the first time during the fifteen years of her marriage she experienced a vague uneasiness at his absence. A year ago she had not known a tremor of loneliness when he was away--but then the child was unborn. Now, in some subtle way, the child"s existence was bound and rebound in Dudley"s. The two stood together in her thoughts; she could not separate them--the child was but a smaller, a closer, a dearer Dudley--a Dudley of her dreams and visions, the ideal ending to life"s realities.
As she sat beside the window, her eyes wandering from the sunset to the baby asleep in Delphy"s lap, she wondered that she had never before suffered this incipient thrill of nervous fear. Was it that her affection for her child had revivified all lesser emotions? Or was it that with supreme love came the vague, invincible perception of supreme loss? Did great happiness bear within itself the visible reflection of great sorrow? Her life before this had been more peaceful--it had been also less complete. With the coming of her heart"s desire had awakened her heart"s inquietude--both had dawned after years of restless waiting and uncertain wandering. It was borne in upon her, with something like a pang, that the fulness of life had blossomed for her only when her first youth was withered, when she had long since relinquished high expectations or keen desire. She had set her young mind and her quick pa.s.sion on a far-away good, she had shed vain tears over the lack of it; yet, in the end, she found compensation where she would least have sought it--in the things which made up her destiny. She had learned the wisdom of acceptance, and Fate had rewarded her, not by yielding to her what she had called her heart"s necessity, but by fitting her heart to the necessity that was already hers. She had not known the fulfilment of her young ideals, but she was content at last with an existence which was a personal surrender to older realities. For herself she asked now only busy days of domestic interests and the unbroken serenity of middle age--but, despite herself, another life was before her, for she lived again in her child.
The twilight fell. She put her work aside, and, coming to the hearth rug, took the baby from Delphy"s arms. He was in his night-dress, and his big blue eyes were drugged with sleep. As Eugenia took him he gave a whimpering cry and clutched her with his little hands before he nestled into the lace at her bosom.
Some hours later, while Eugenia awaited Dudley in the dining-room, Miss Chris came in to see that his late supper was in preparation. "The train is over-due," she said, with a glance at the clock. "He will be hungry when he gets in. He always is."
Eugenia looked up anxiously. "I am beginning to feel alarmed," she replied. "Can anything have happened, do you think? He is an hour late."
Miss Chris shook her head as she refilled the sugar-bowl. "Why, he"s often late," she rejoined. "I never knew you to be nervous before. What is it?"
"Oh, I don"t know," said Eugenia. She rose and stood looking at the clock, her brow wrinkling. "If he isn"t here in five minutes I"m going to the station," she added, and went upstairs for her wraps.
When she returned Miss Chris resorted to argument. "Don"t be absurd, Eugie," she urged. "You can"t go alone. It"s too late and too far."
"But I sent for a carriage," replied Eugenia decisively. "If anything happens to the baby come after me," and a moment later she rolled away, leaving Miss Chris transfixed upon the doorstep.
As the carriage pa.s.sed along the lighted streets she smiled at the recollection of the face Miss Chris had turned upon her. Well, she was absurd, of course, but one couldn"t go through life being reasonable.
And if anything were to happen to Dudley she would always remember that she had refused to go to walk with him the afternoon before he went away, because the baby was crying for the flames and couldn"t be left with Delphy. Dudley was provoked about it, but men never understood these matters. He had even gone so far as to declare that his son would get only his deserts if he were to cry himself hoa.r.s.e; and she had felt impelled to resent so hard-hearted an utterance. How could the baby know that the fire was the only thing in the world he couldn"t have for his own?
When she drew up at the station the train was just coming in, and she rushed through the waiting-room to the gate from which the pa.s.sengers were streaming. As she reached it Dudley came through, talking animatedly to the man who walked beside him. "That was the very point, my dear sir--" he was saying, when he caught sight of Eugenia, and paused abruptly, domestic affairs a.s.serting their supremacy in his mind.
"Why, Eugie!" he gasped. "What"s happened?"
Eugenia seized his arm impatiently. "Oh, you were so late, Dudley," she cried, half angrily. "You made me miserable--it wasn"t right of you!"
She hesitated an instant and, looking up, found that his companion was Nicholas Burr. His eyes were upon her, and he lifted his hat without speaking, but Dudley at once turned to him.
"You are old friends with Mrs. Webb, Governor," he said lightly, "but you don"t know the ways of a woman who thinks her husband may lose himself between Washington and Richmond."
Nicholas met the impatient flicker in Eugenia"s eyes and laughed.
"Oh, she hardly fancied you had fallen overboard," he returned. "It"s too difficult in these days. I trust you have had no great anxiety, Mrs. Webb."
And he pa.s.sed on, his bag in his hand.
When Dudley and Eugenia were in the carriage she held herself erect and attacked him with asperity. "You might at least not laugh at me," she said.
For reply he smiled and flung his arm about her. "My darling girl, it"s one of the things that make life worth living," he retorted. "When I cease to laugh at you I"ll cease to love you--and that"s a long way off."
IV
The campaign which would decide the election of a United States Senator was warming to white heat. On the last day of October Tom Ba.s.sett, dropping into Galt"s office, greeted him with the exclamation: "So you"ve taken to the stump!"
Galt put aside his papers and rose with a laugh, holding out his hand.
"My dear fellow, may I ask where you have spent the last fortnight? Is it possible that my oratorical fame has just penetrated to your retreat?"
Tom sat down, and taking off his hat, ran his hand through his hair with an exhausted gesture. "Oh, I"ve been West. I got back last night, and I"m off to New York in an hour. So it"s a fact that you"ve been on the stump?"
"It is! I don"t mean to allow the Webb men to do all the talking. You heard about my joint debate with Diggs at Amelia Court-house, didn"t you? That, my dear Tom, was the culminating point of my glorious career.
I squared him off as nicely as you please, and with no rough edges either."
But Tom refused to be impressed. "Oh, anybody could do up Diggs," he said. "I hear, however, that you had some hot words between you."
Galt shook his head. "Ah, the words were as nothing to the drinks that followed," he sighed. "Diggs mayn"t be much on speeches, but he"s great on c.o.c.ktails. It was a glorious day!" Then he grew serious. "When he was fairly wound up I got a good deal out of him," he said. "We came down on the train together, and I found out that he was against Burr simply because the Webb men had told him that he pledged himself to them when he allowed them to send him to the Legislature. It"s all rot, of course; his const.i.tuents are strong for Burr, but he"s a good deal of a fool, and Rann has put it into his head that he must do the "honest thing" by coming out for Webb. He has a great idea of party honour, so out he"s come."
"Rann"s a born organiser," commented Tom.
"Ah, there"s where we aren"t even with him. He and his a.s.sistants have been drilling their forces ever since he had that clash with Burr, and the discipline"s so good they are beginning to convince the people that the opinions of a dozen men represent the principles of the party. What Burr aims at, of course, is to organise the ma.s.s of Democratic voters as effectively as Rann has organised the ring."
"That"s a tough job," said Tom, "but if it"s to be done, Burr"s the man to do it. As it is, I haven"t a doubt that the majority is with us."
"Well, I live in hope," returned Galt easily. "It seems to me there"s a clear chance of our having a good deal over half the votes in the caucus. Now, grant that there"ll be a hundred and twenty regular Democratic votes--"
"Of which Webb already claims sixty-five."
"Claims!" growled Galt. "He may claim the whole confounded lot if he wants to. The question is--will he get them?"
"He will if Rann can manage it. It isn"t mere party bitterness that actuates that man--there"s a good deal of personal spite mixed with it.
He hates Burr."
"Oh, I dare say. But he overreached himself when he tried to get control of the committee. They decided in favour of Saunders in the last Southside contest, and Saunders is pledged to Burr."
Tom drew out his watch and moved towards the door, but having reached it, he swung round with a question: "Seen Webb since your debate?" he inquired.
Galt nodded. "I had a chat with him in the lobby at the "Royal" last night, and I must admit that, so far as Webb"s concerned, this campaign is a particularly decent one. He can"t help being a gentleman any more than he can help being a demagogue. Both instincts are in the blood."
"Yes, I rather think you"re right. Well, good-bye. I"ll see you Tuesday."
He ran downstairs, breaking into a whistle on the way, and Galt, after a moment"s hesitation, took up his hat and followed him. He had an appointment with Burr"s campaign manager, who had his headquarters at the Royal Hotel.
It was there that Galt found him, holding a jubilant gathering in his rooms. He was absolutely sanguine of success, and when Galt left an hour later, he sought to impart to him his emphatic confidence. "My dear sir, I can conclusively prove to you that we shall win," he said, one eye on Galt and one on a reporter who had just entered. "I can prove it to you in figures--and figures never lie. There is not the faintest doubt that Burr will have seventy votes by the meeting of the caucus."
"Glad to hear it," was Galt"s response; but in pa.s.sing through the lobby on his way out he encountered an equal a.s.surance in the opposite camp.
Rann, who was the centre of a small group, broke away and came towards him.
"I suppose the governor has reconciled himself to defeat, eh, Mr. Galt?"
Galt shook his head with a laugh. "Defeat! Why, Major, we"re just beginning to enjoy our triumph. Burr has his seventy votes in his hand and he keeps it closed."
Rann flushed angrily, his mouth twitching. "If you will come this way, sir, I can prove to you on paper--on paper, sir--that Webb has his majority as plain as if the caucus was over. Seventy votes! Why, bless my soul, he must have counted in every Republican and Independent that will be sent up. Seventy votes! I tell you he won"t have forty--not forty, sir!"
"Ah, he laughs best that laughs last, my dear Major."