This reference to his own work both pleased and saddened her. The biologist, who had befriended him before, had given him some work in his laboratory. The work was not well paid, but the a.s.sociation with the students, which aroused his intellectual appet.i.tes, had given him a new spur. What saddened her was that it was all entirely beyond her sphere of influence, of usefulness to him. Living, as they should, in an almost savage isolation, she dreaded his absorption in anything apart from her.
There were other reliefs, consolations, and hopes than those she held. He was slipping away into a silent region--man"s peculiar world--of thought and dream and speculation, an intangible, ideal, remote, unloving world.
Some day she would knock at his heart and find it occupied.
She leaned heavily upon his arm, loath to have his footsteps so firm, his head so erect, his eyes so far away, his voice so silent.
"You are not sorry," she murmured, ashamed of iterating this foolish question, that demanded one answer--an answer never wholly satisfying.
"For what?" he asked, interrupting his thought and glancing out into the black waters.
"For me--for all this fight for life alone away from the people who are succeeding, for grinding along unrecognized--"
He stopped and kissed her gently, striving to quiet her excited mood.
"For if you did, I would put myself _there_, in the water beside the piers," she cried.
He smiled at her pa.s.sionate threat, as at the words of an emotional child.
Underneath his gentleness, his kindness, his loving ways, she felt this trace of scepticism. He did not bother his head with what was beginning to wring her soul. In a few minutes she spoke again:
"Miss M"Gann thinks Dr. Leonard knows why I was dismissed. Mrs. Ducharme, she said, had been hanging about the Everglade School district. I remember having seen her several times."
Sommers dropped her arm and strode forward.
"What did _she_ know?" he asked harshly.
"I don"t see how she could know anything except suspicions. You know she was queer and a great talker."
Sommers"s face worked. He was about to speak when Alves went on.
"I told Jane we had never been married; she asked me _where_ we were married. I suppose I ought not to have told her. I didn"t want to."
"It is of no importance," Sommers answered. "It"s our own business, anyway; but it makes no difference as we live now whether she knows it or not."
"I am glad you feel so," Alves replied with relief. Then in a few moments she added, "I was afraid she might tell people; it might get to your old friends."
Sommers replied in the same even tone,
"Well? and what can they do about it?"
"I wonder what a woman like Miss. .h.i.tchc.o.c.k thinks about such matters,--about us, if she knew."
"She would not think. She would avoid the matter as she would a case of drunkenness."
The arm within his trembled. She said nothing more until they reached the little portico. She paused there, leaning against one of the crumbling columns, looking out into the night. From the distance beyond the great pier that stretched into the lake came the red glare of the lighthouse.
Sommers had gone in and was preparing the room for the night. She could hear him whistle as he walked to and fro, carrying out dishes, arranging the chairs and tables. He maintained an even mood, took the accidents of his fate as calmly as one could, and was always gentle. He had some well of happiness hidden to her. She went in, took off her cloak, and prepared to undress. His clothes, the nicety he preserved about personal matters, had taught her much of him. Her clothes had always been common, of the wholesale world; he had had his luxuries, his refinements, his individual tastes. Gradually, as his more expensive clothes had worn out, he had replaced them with machine-made articles of cheap manufacture. His belongings were like hers now. She was bringing him a little closer to her in such ways,--food and lodging and raiment. But not in thought and being.
Behind those deep-set eyes pa.s.sed a world of thought, of conjecture and theory and belief, that rarely expressed itself outwardly.
She let down her hair and began to take off her plain, unlovely clothes.
Thus she approached the common human basis, the nakedness and simplicity of life. Her eyes lingered thoughtfully on her body; she touched herself as she unb.u.t.toned, unlaced, cast aside the armor of convention and daily life.
"Howard!" she cried imperiously. He stopped his whistling and looked at her and smiled.
"Do you like me, Howard?" She blushed at the childishness of her eager question. But she demanded the expected answer with the insistence of unsatisfied love. And when he failed to reply at the moment, surprised by her mood, she knelt by his chair and grasped his knees.
"Isn"t it _all_ that you want, just the temple and me? Am I not enough to make up for the world and success and pleasure? I can make you love, and when you love you do not think."
She rose and faced him with gleaming eyes, stretching out her bare arms, deploying her whole woman"s strength and beauty in mute appeal.
"Why do you ask?" he demanded, troubled.
"O Howard, you do not feel the mist that creeps in between us, though we are close together. Sometimes I think you are farther away than even in the old times, when I first saw you at the hospital. You think, think, and I can"t get at your thought. Why is it so?"
He yielded to her entreating arms and eyes, as he had so often before in like moments, when the need to put aside the consciousness of existence, of the world as it appears, had come to one of them or both. Yet it seemed that this love was like some potent spirit, whose irresistible power waned, sank, each time demanding a larger draught of joy, a more delirious tension of the nerves.
"Nothing makes any difference," he answered. "I was born and lived for this."
She had charmed the evil mood, and for the time her heart was satisfied.
But when she lay by his side at night her arm stole about his, as if to clutch him, fearful lest in the empty reaches of sleep he might escape, lest his errant man"s thoughts and desires might abandon her for the usual avenues of life. Long after he had fallen into the regular sleep of night, she lay awake by his side, her eyes glittering with pa.s.sion and defeat.
Even in these limits of life, when the whole world was banned, it seemed impossible to hold undisturbed one"s joy. In the loneliest island of the human sea it would be thus--division and ultimate isolation.
CHAPTER VI
The summer burned itself out, and the autumn winds pierced the rotten staff walls of the temple. They were no nearer to moving into better quarters than they had been in the spring. The days had come when there was little food, and the last precarious dollar had been spent. They lived on the edge of defeat, and such an existence to earnest people is sombre.
Finally the tide turned. The manager of a large manufacturing plant in Burnside, one of the little factory hamlets south of the city, asked Sommers to take charge of an epidemic of typhoid that had broken out among the operatives. The regular physician of the corporation had proved incompetent, and the annual visitation of the disease threatened to be unprecedented. Sommers spent his days and nights in Burnside for several weeks. When he had time to think, he wondered why the manager employed him.
If the Hitchc.o.c.ks had been in the city, he should have suspected that they had a hand in the matter. But he remembered having seen in a newspaper some months before that the Hitchc.o.c.ks were leaving for Europe. He did not trouble himself greatly, however, over the source of the gift, thankful enough for the respite, and for the chance of renewed activity. When the time for settlement came, the manager liberally increased the amount of the doctor"s modest bill. The check for three hundred dollars seemed a very substantial bulwark against distress, and the promise of the company"s medical work after the new year was even more hopeful. Alves was eager to move from the dilapidated temple to an apartment where Sommers could have a suitable office. But Sommers objected, partly from prudential reasons, partly from fear that unpleasant things might happen to Alves, should they come again where people could talk. And then, to Alves"s perplexity, he developed strange ideas about money getting.
"The physician should receive the very minimum of pay possible for his existence," he told her once, when she talked of the increase in his income. "He works in the dark, and he is in luck if he happens to do any good. In waging his battle with mysterious nature, he only unfits himself by seeking gain. In the same way, to a lesser degree, the law and the ministry should not be gainful professions. When the question of personal gain and advancement comes in, the frail human being succ.u.mbs to selfishness, and then to error. Like the artist, the doctor, the lawyer, the clergyman, the teacher should be content to minister to human needs.
The professions should be great monastic orders, reserved for those who have the strength to renounce ease and luxury and power."
The only tangible comfort that Alves derived from this unusually didactic speech was the a.s.surance that he would not be drawn away from her. She bowed to his conception, and sought to help him. While he was attending the cases in Burnside, she did some work as nurse. Beginning casually to help on an urgent case, she went on to other cases, training herself, learning to take his place wherever she could. She thought to come closer to him in this way, but she suspected that he understood her motive, that her work did not seem quite sincere to him. She was looking for payment in love.
When she was not engaged in nursing, she was more often alone than she had been the year before. The Keystone people visited the temple rarely. Miss M"Gann seemed always a little constrained, when Alves met her, and Dresser was living on the North Side. One December morning, when Alves was alone, she noticed a carriage coming slowly down the unfinished avenue. It stopped a little distance from the temple, and a woman got out. After giving the coachman an order, she took the foot-path that Alves and Sommers had worn.
Alves came out to the portico to meet the stranger, who hastened her leisurely pace on catching sight of a person in the temple. At the foot of the rickety steps the stranger stopped.
"You are Miss. .h.i.tchc.o.c.k," Alves said quickly. "Won"t you come in?"
"How did you know!" Miss. .h.i.tchc.o.c.k exclaimed, and added without waiting for a reply: "Let"s sit here on the steps--the sun is so warm and nice. I"ve been a long time in coming to see you," her voice rippled on cordially, while Alves watched her. "But we"ve been out of the city so much of the time,--California, North Carolina, and abroad."
Alves nodded. The young woman"s ease of manner and luxurious dress intimidated her. She sat down on the step above Miss. .h.i.tchc.o.c.k, and she had the air of examining the other woman without committing herself.
"But, how did you know me?" Miss. .h.i.tchc.o.c.k exclaimed, with a little laugh of satisfaction.