Her hand fluttered like an imprisoned bird in his grasp, but he held it with a pressure which sent the blood tingling sharply to the ends of her fingers. His strength hurt her and yet she found a curious pleasure in the very acuteness of her sensations.
"There"s no use fighting," he said with a short laugh, "we can"t help ourselves. You"ll have to marry me, so you may as well give in."
His tone was mocking, but she felt his tenderness as she had felt it a moment before, resistless and enveloping. As she smiled up at him, he bent quickly forward and kissed her brow and eyes and mouth, then lifting her chin he kissed, also, the soft fulness of her throat. When she put up her hands in protest, he crushed them back upon her bosom by the strength of his lips.
She closed her eyes, yielding for one breathless instant to the pa.s.sion of his embrace. Her dream and her longing melted swiftly into realisation, and she told herself that the agony of joy was sharper than that of grief. This was like nothing that she had imagined, and she felt an impulse to fly back into the uncertainty that she had left--to gain time in which to prepare for the happiness which she told herself was hers. Yet was it happiness? Her soul trembled as if from some almost imperceptible shock of disillusionment, and she knew again the sense of unreality which had come to her in the street on the day before. Again she felt that she was in the midst of a singularly vivid dream from which she would presently awake to life--and this dream seemed the result of her dual nature, as if even her emotions belonged less to her real existence than to an unconscious projection of thought.
The impulse to escape re-awoke in her, and yet she was clearly aware that she would no sooner fly from him than her insatiable longing would drive her back anew. His attraction appeared strangely the greater as she withdrew the further from his actual presence, and she knew that if he were absent from her for a day the uncertainty that he aroused would become intolerable. "Does the soul that I see in him--the soul of which mine is but the reflection--really exist, or have I created an image out of mere emptiness?" she asked; and even with the thought it seemed to her that she saw a new seriousness--a profounder meaning in his face.
Gerty had never touched the hidden springs, nor had any other woman except herself, and the knowledge of this gave her an ecstatic consciousness of power.
When she raised her eyes she saw that he had fallen back into his chair and was watching her intently with a puzzled and ardent look.
"You won"t keep me hanging on for an eternity," he said, with the nervous contraction of his forehead she knew so well. "If we must go to the scaffold, let"s go at once."
"To the scaffold?" She smiled at him for the purpose of prolonging the thrill of the uncertainty.
"Oh, I hate marriage, you know," he returned impatiently, "there"s not another woman on earth who could get me into it."
She nodded. "Well, that is to be hoped if not believed."
He made an impulsive movement toward her. "Believe it or not, so long as you marry me," he exclaimed.
His flippancy grated upon her, and she turned from his words to the elusive earnestness which mocked at her from his face. If she might only arrest and hold this earnestness, then surely she might reach the depths of his nature and be at peace.
"It never seemed possible to me that I should marry a man who has had another wife," she said, with an emotion which was almost a regret for the old ideal of conduct from which she had slipped away.
"A wife! Nonsense!" She saw the indignant flash of his eyes and the nervous quiver of the hand with which he pulled at his short moustache.
Though he did not touch her she felt instinctively that his personality had been put forth to overmaster her. "She was nothing but a schoolboy"s folly, and I"ve forgotten that I ever knew her. She"s safely married again now, so for heaven"s sake, don"t be foolish!"
"And how do you know that in ten years you will not have forgotten me?"
she asked.
For a brief pause he did not reply; then he bent toward her and she hung for a rapturous instant upon the pa.s.sionate denial in his face. The look that she loved and dreaded was in his eyes, and she struggled blindly in her own helplessness before it. He was so close to her that it seemed as if the breath were leaving her body in the intensity of the atmosphere she breathed.
"Forget you, my own sweetheart!" he exclaimed, and the trivial words were almost an offence against the emotional dignity of the moment.
She rose to her feet, stretching out her hand until she stood as if keeping him at a distance by the mere fragile tips of her fingers.
"If I love you, I shall love you very, very much," she said.
With a laugh he bent his lips against her hand. "You"ll never love me half so much as I love you, you bit of thistledown," he answered.
"It will be either a great happiness or a greater misery," she went on, hesitating, retreating, as she withdrew her hands and pressed them upon her bosom.
"There"s no misery any more--it is the beginning of life," he rejoined.
She laughed softly, a little tender, yielding laugh; then at the very instant when he would have caught her in his arms, she slipped quickly back until her desk came between them.
"You must give me time--I must think before I let myself care too much,"
she said.
In the end she gave him her promise and he went from her with a rare and vivid feeling of exhilaration. For the time he told himself that he wanted her more than he remembered ever to have wanted anything in his whole life; and his sated emotion of a man of pleasure, responded with all the lost intensity of youth. Was it credible that he was already middle-aged--was already growing a little bald? he demanded, with a genuine delight in the discovery that his senses were still alive.
On his way up to his rooms, he dropped, by habit, into his club, and after a word or two with several men whom he seldom met, he crossed over to join Perry Bridewell, who sat in an exhausted att.i.tude in a leather chair beside the window. Outside a stream of carriages, containing richly dressed women moved up Fifth Avenue, dividing as it approached the mounted police at the corner, and Perry, as Kemper went up to him, was following with a dulled fish-like glance the p.r.o.nounced figure of a lady who held the reins over a handsome pair of bays.
"That"s a fine figure of a woman--look at her hips," he observed, with relish, as Kemper stopped beside him.
"I saw her yesterday. Gerty says she"s terrific form," commented Kemper, gazing to where the object of their admiration vanished in a crush of vehicles.
"Oh, they always say that of a woman with any figure to speak of,"
remarked Perry. "Unless she"s as flat as an ironing board, somebody is sure to say she"s vulgar. For my part I like shape," he concluded with emphasis.
A vision of Gerty"s slender, almost boyish figure, with its daring carriage, rose before Kemper, and he bit back the cynical laugh upon his lips. Did one require, after all, a certain restraint in life, a cultured abstinence before one could really appreciate the finer flavour of the aesthetic taste? His old aversion to marriage returned to him as he looked at Perry, sunk in his domestic satiety, and his exhilaration of a moment ago gave place to a corresponding degree of depression. He had done the irrevocable thing, and, as usual, it was no sooner irrevocable than the joyous seduction of it fled from his fancy.
Marriage was utterly repugnant to him, and yet he knew not only that there was no withdrawing from his position, but that he would not wish to withdraw himself if he had the power. The instant that the possibility of losing Laura occurred to him, he felt again the full, resurgent wave of his desire. He wanted her, and if to marry her was the one way to possess her, then--the devil take it--marry her he would!
A tinted note was brought to Perry Bridewell, who, after reading it, sat twirling it between his fingers with a bored and discontented look on his handsome florid face.
"Take my advice, and when you get clear of an affair, keep out," he remarked, in a disgusted voice. "By Jove, I"m sometimes tempted to wish that I were as cold blooded as old Adams."
"Old Adams?" Kemper repeated the name, with a quickened interest. "Well, I"d hardly envy him his experience with the s.e.x," he exclaimed.
"You would if you saw him--he simply never thinks about a woman so far as I know, and at least he"s well enough rid of his wife, at last. She"s on Brady"s hands, thank heaven!"
Kemper shrugged his shoulders. "It serves her right, I suppose, but I shouldn"t care to be on Brady"s hands, that"s all."
"Oh, he"ll chuck her presently, you"ll see."
"And afterward--" Kemper was leaning over Perry while he critically examined a pretty woman who was pa.s.sing under the window.
"There"s no afterward," laughed Perry; "you know how such women end."
As he glanced at the note again, the bored and discontented look came back upon his face, and he tore the envelope carelessly across and flung it with a jerk into the waste basket.
"Pshaw! it"s all a confounded nuisance--the whole business of s.e.x," he remarked as he rose to his feet. Then while the disgust still lingered in his expression, a servant entered and handed him a second note written upon the same faintly tinted paper. Immediately as if by magic his face was transfigured by the animated satisfaction of the conqueror, and instinctively his hand wandered to the ends of his fair moustache, to which he added an eloquent upward twirl. From the condition of a mere sullen and dejected animal--he sprang instantly into the victorious swagger of the complacent male.
"Sorry, but I"m in an awful hurry," he remarked in his usual hearty voice. "Look me up later in the evening and we"ll have a game of billiards."
He went out, still twirling the fine ends of his moustache, and Kemper followed, after a short delay, to where his newest French motor car was waiting before the door.
A little later as he moved slowly amid the crush of vehicles in Fifth Avenue, it occurred to him that since Perry was so agreeably engaged, he might himself come in for a share of Gerty"s society, and stopping before her door, he sent up a request that she would come with him for a short quick run up Riverside. Next to Laura herself he felt that he preferred Gerty because he knew that she would enter into a lively banter upon the subject that filled his thoughts, and his emotion was so fresh that there was a piquant charm in her sprightly allusion to the mere fact of its existence. When she came down at the end of a few minutes, wearing her long tan motoring coat and a fluttering white chiffon veil, he felt a quick impatience of the first casual phrases with which she leaned back in the car and settled her hanging draperies about her.
"Go as fast as you like," he said to the chauffeur, and then reaching into his pocket, he drew out his gla.s.ses and offered her a pair.
She shook her head, with an indignant gesture of refusal. "If I perish I perish, but I won"t perish hideously!" she exclaimed.
With a laugh he slipped the elastic over his cap. "What a bore it must be always to keep beautiful," he remarked. "You can"t imagine the positive delight there is in the freedom of ugliness."
"I dare say." She had turned her head to look at a pa.s.sing carriage, and he saw the lovely delicacy of her profile through the blown transparent folds of her veil. "I shall know it some day," she added presently, "for after I"ve safely pa.s.sed my fiftieth birthday, I mean never to look into a gla.s.s again. Then I"ll break my mirrors and be really happy."