The expression of satiety--of moral weariness--was etched indelibly beneath the brightness of his smile; and yet, Adams, looking at him, remembered, a little bitterly, that this man had won from him the woman whom he loved. To Kemper belonged both her body and her spirit; the touch of her hand no less than the charm of her intellect! At the thought his old human longing for her awoke and stirred restlessly again in his heart.
"Yes, the only thing is to have one particular interest," resumed Kemper, "to occupy oneself with something that is eternally worth while.
Now, look at Barclay--I went up in the train with him to the Adirondacks, and, upon my word, I never envied a man more in my whole life. You know Barclay, don"t you?"
Adams nodded. "I"d find a little of his financial ability rather useful myself," he observed. Then he broke into a boyish laugh at a recollection the name aroused, "the last time I had a talk with him was at the beginning of our war with Spain, and he told me he was interested in news from the front because he happened to own some Spanish bonds."
Kemper joined in the laugh. "Oh, he"s narrow, of course," he replied, "but all the same I"d like the chance to get in his place. By Jove, I don"t believe he"s ever bored a minute of the day!" And it seemed to him, as he thought of Barclay, that his own life held nothing for him but boredom from this time on.
CHAPTER VII
IN WHICH KEMPER IS PUZZLED
Late in October Kemper went South for a couple of weeks shooting; and It was not until the first day of November that he parted from his companions of the trip and returned to New York. He had enjoyed every minute of his absence--until the last few days when the strangeness appeared, somehow, to have worn from his out-door life--and as he drove now, on the bright autumn afternoon, from the station to his rooms, he was agreeably aware that he had never felt physically or mentally in better shape. After a fortnight spent away from civilisation, he found a refreshing excitement in watching the crowd in Fifth Avenue, the pa.s.sing carriages, and particularly the well-dressed figures of the women in their winter furs. Taken all in all life was a pretty interesting business, he admitted; and he remembered with eagerness that he would see Laura again before the day was over. Though he had barely thought of her once during the past two weeks, this very forgetfulness served to surround her with the charm of novelty in his awakened memory.
A woman in a sable coat rolled past him in an automobile; and his eyes followed her with an admiration which seemed strangely mixed with a vague longing in his blood--a longing which was in some way produced by the animated street, the changing November brightness and the crispness of frost which was in the air. Then he caught sight of a milliner"s pretty a.s.sistant carrying a hat box along the sidewalk, and his gaze hung with pleasure upon her trim and graceful figure in a cheap cloth coat bordered with imitation ermine. A feeling of benevolence, of universal good will pervaded his heart; his chest expanded in a sigh of thankfulness, and it seemed to him that he asked nothing better than to be alive. He was in the mood when a man is grateful to G.o.d, charitable to himself and generous to his creditors.
The cab stopped before his door, and while he paid the man, he gave careful directions to Wilkins about the removal of his shooting traps.
Then he entered the apartment house, and pa.s.sing the elevator with his rapid step, went gayly humming up the staircase.
On the third landing he paused a moment to catch his breath, and as he laid his hand, the instant afterward, on the door of his sitting-room, he became aware of a faint, familiar, and yet almost forgotten perfume, which entered his nostrils from the apartment before which he stood. The perfume, distant as it was, revived in him instantly, with that curious a.s.sociation between odours and visual memory, a recollection which might otherwise have slumbered for years in his brain--and though he had not thought of Jennie Alta once during the summer and autumn months, there rose immediately before him now the memory of her dressing table with the silver box in which she kept some rare highly scented powder. Every incident of his acquaintance with her thronged in a disordered series through his brain; and it was with an odd presentiment of what awaited him, that he entered his sitting room and found her occupying a chair before his fireside. When she sprang up and faced him in her coa.r.s.ened beauty, it seemed the most natural thing in the world that he should accept the fact of her presence with merely an ironic protest.
"So you"ve turned up again," he remarked, as he held out his hand with a smile, "I was led to believe that the last parting would be final."
"Oh, it was," she answered lightly, "but there"s an end even to finality, you know."
The flute-like soprano of her voice fell pleasantly upon his ears, and as he looked into her face he told himself that it was marvellous how well she had managed to preserve an effect of youthfulness. Under the flaring wings in her hat her eyes were still clear and large and heavy lidded, her thin red lips still held the shape of their sensual curve. A white fur boa was thrown carelessly about her neck, and he remembered that underneath it, encircling her short throat there was the soft crease of flesh which the ancient poets had named "the necklace of Venus."
"Well, I can but accept this visit as a compliment, I suppose," he observed with amiable indifference, "it means--doesn"t it? that you won your fight about the opera contract?"
An expression of anger--of the uncontrolled, majestic anger of a handsome animal, awoke in her face, and she pulled off her long white glove as if seeking to free herself from some restraint of custom. Her hand, he noticed, with a keen eye for such feminine details, was large, roughly shaped and over fleshy about the wrist.
"I"d starve before I"d sing again by that old contract," she responded.
"No, it"s not opera--Parker refused to pay me what I asked and I held out to the end--I shall sing in concert for the first time, and I shan"t be happy until I have every seat in the opera house left empty."
He laughed with an acute enjoyment of her repressed violence. "Oh, you"re welcome to mine," he returned good-humouredly, "but what is the day of your great first battle?"
"Not until December. I"m going West and South before I sing in New York."
"Then you aren"t here for much of a stay, after all?"
She shook her head and the orange coloured wings in her hat waved to and fro.
"Only a few days at a time. After Christmas I sail back again. In February I"m engaged for Monte Carlo."
Then her expression underwent a curious change--as if personality, colour, pa.s.sion pulsed into her half averted face--and the hard professional tones in which she had spoken were softened as if by an awakening memory.
"So you still keep my portrait, I see," she observed, lifting her eyes to the picture above the mantel, "you don"t hate me, then, so bitterly as I thought."
He shrugged his shoulders with the gesture he had acquired abroad.
"I did take it down, but it left a smudge on the wall, so I had to put it back again."
"Then you sometimes think of me?" she enquired, with curiosity.
"Not when I can help it," he retorted, laughing.
His ironic pleasantry stung her into an irritation which showed plainly in her face; and she appeared, for the first time, to bend her intelligence toward some definite achievement.
"And is that always easy?" she asked, in a tone of mere flippant banter.
A petty impulse of revenge lent sharpness to his voice. "Easier than you think," he responded coolly.
"Well, I suppose, I"ll have to take the punishment," she answered, as lightly as before; and then turning to the mantelpiece again, she raised her glance to the portrait. "I never liked it," she commented frankly, "he"s got me in an unnatural position--I never stood like that in my life--and there"s an open smirk about the mouth."
He saw her face in the admirable pose which he remembered--the chin held slightly forward, the cheek rounded upward, the eyes uplifted--and for an instant he waited, half hoping that her voice of wine and honey would roll from between her lips. But she was frugal of her notes, he recalled the instant afterward.
"I"ve always considered it a pretty fair likeness," he remarked.
"Then you"ve always considered me pretty hideous," she flashed back in annoyance.
As she swung round upon the hearthrug, the white fur boa slipped from her throat, and he saw "the necklace of Venus" above the string of opals that edged her collarless lace blouse.
"On the contrary I admire you very much when you are in a good humour,"
he observed in his genial raillery.
"Then you thought I had a temper?"
He laughed softly, as if at a returning recollection. "A perfectly artistic one," he answered.
Her annoyance disappeared beneath his gaze, and the smile he had but half forgotten--a faint sweet ripple of expression, which seemed less the result of an inner working of intelligence than of some outward fascination in the curve of mouth and chin--hovered, while he watched her attentively, upon her bright red lips. In the making of her the soul he recognised had dissolved into the senses; and yet the accident of her one exquisite gift had conferred upon her the effect, if not the quality of genius. Because of the voice in her throat she appeared to stand apart by some divine election of nature.
"I believe I did slap your face once," she confessed, laughing, "but I begged your pardon afterward--and you must admit that you were sometimes trying."
"Perhaps--but what"s the use of bringing all this up now? It"s well over, isn"t it?"
"Isn"t it?" she repeated softly; and he had an odd impression that her voice was melting into liquid honey. The thought made him laugh aloud and at the sound she relapsed quickly into her indifferent att.i.tude.
"Of course, it"s over," she resumed promptly. "If it were not over--if I didn"t feel myself entirely safe--do you think that I"d ever dare come back again?"
The absence of any hint of emotion in her words produced in him an agreeable feeling of security, and for the first time he went so close to her that he might almost have touched her hand.
"Safe?" he repeated, smiling, "then were you ever really in danger?"
Her glance puzzled him, and she followed it a moment afterward with a sentence which had the effect of increasing, rather than diminishing, the obscurity in which he floundered.