But it was a somewhat depressing dinner. There was an atmosphere in the cheerful blue and white dining-room, the white panels of the doors and wainscoting had a narrow border of blue, like impending fate.
Fulton, it seemed, had never yet been away from home over night. And this was a record of devotion which he was very loath to break. Even more loath to see it broken was Lucy Fulton.
"I tell him," she said, "that if he goes it will be the beginning of the end." She spoke in jest, and although Fulton laughed back at her you could see that what she had said troubled him and hurt him. "As a matter of fact," she went on, "he"s been looking for an excuse for some time. And now he thinks he"s found one, but it wouldn"t pa.s.s in a court of chivalry. He could _write_ to his old directors just as well as not. Oh, you needn"t think you"re the only one who"s going to have a gay time. You needn"t be surprised to hear that I, too, have left home in the company of a dark and fascinating foreigner. And anyway I shall give a dance and open all the champagne in the cellar."
"There are only two quarts and a pint," said Fulton, and he turned to me. "_You"ve_ never been married, have you? So you don"t know what the modern woman can spend when she gets going, do you?"
I had a pretty good idea, but did not make the admission and continued to look interrogative.
"Well," he said, smiling, "she just has to spend so much, she says so herself. Then her poor husband"s dividends are pa.s.sed, and still she has to spend so much; she just has to, she says so herself. Then her poor husband"s poor salary has to be cut in half, and she speaks calmly of giving dances and opening wine. Evelyn, I count on you as an old and tried friend. If necessary you will interpose your dead body between Lucy and this dance of hers."
Superficially he was very tolerant and good-natured, but you could see that beneath the surface, nerves were jumping, and that he was in that condition of financial and perhaps mental embarra.s.sment which causes molehills to look like mountains. And it was here, and now, that I learned something new about Lucy; that even in jest she did not enjoy having economy preached to her. She looked a little sullen for a moment and bored.
"What"s the matter with my giving a dance?" I asked.
"Oh, will you?" cried Lucy, the sullen look vanishing beneath a radiant flash of child-like joy and enthusiasm. "Where will you give it? At Wilc.o.x"s?"
"Anywhere you say."
Fulton tossed his hands in a merry gesture of despair.
"Now _you"re_ stung!" he said, and then to Lucy, with a swift change of voice and manner: "I was only joking, you know that. If you want to give a dance, give it."
It was as if a child had cried to be taken up, and in the face of all the tenets of modern training, had been taken up. And you knew that with the lightest heart in the world Mrs. Fulton was going to spend money, which her husband could ill afford.
Shortly after dinner a loud yelling arose in the nursery, and the Fultons hurried off to investigate and give comfort, leaving the manipulation of a fearful and wonderful gla.s.s coffee machine to Evelyn Gray and me.
"Lucy," said Evelyn, "has as much idea of money as an alcohol lamp has.
She ought to be well shaken. I don"t believe John has been able to lay by a cent for a rainy day."
"But think what a run she gives him for his money. He"s the original happy married man. Think how she works to make him comfortable, and how she mothers the babies, and how she hangs on his words, as if n.o.body else was present. Just now, most people would have sent a servant to find out which baby was making a disturbance, and why--but those two simply bolted for the nursery as if controlled by one brain and one set of muscles."
"Almost makes a bachelor wish he wasn"t a bachelor!"
"Just the same I think they are a model of what married people ought to be. Since I got to know them pretty well, I"ve entirely changed my notions of the inst.i.tution."
"I always thought it was a bully good inst.i.tution,"" said Evelyn.
Through two gla.s.s tubes water, raised almost to the boiling point by an alcohol flame, began to mount from one retort into another containing pulverized coffee.
"But," she went on with an affectation of melancholy, "I"ve never found the right man, or he"s never found me."
"Have you looked," I asked, "diligently and with patience?"
She lifted her fine sea-blue eyes to mine. "Not so diligently, I hope, as to be conspicuous," she said. "But no girl fails to examine the possibility of every man she meets--married or single--and the girl you think the most matter-of-fact is the one who most often slips out of bed, sits by her window, and looks at the moon."
"Do _you_ want to get married?"
"There, you"re not merely surprised, you"re shocked at the idea. Of _course_ I do. Look now the coffee"s running down into the bottom thing. What do we do next?"
"It"s too pale," I said. "Put the lamp back and send it through again.
And pray that it don"t explode. But listen--for the sake of argument--I want to get married, too."
"_You_! A nice husband _you"d_ make!"
"That"s what I wanted to know. So even I have had my matrimonial possibilities examined into by matter-of-fact ladies, who sit at windows in their nightgowns, and look at the moon! I didn"t like to ask more directly. Now tell me what"s wrong with me?"
Her eyebrows rose mirthfully. "Are we playing truths, or shall I let you down easily?"
"I want the truth."
"Well, if your father lost his money, or disinherited you, you couldn"t support a wife."
"Decision deferred," I said.
"You would begin married life with the highest and most generous resolutions; your subsequent fall would be all the harder for your wife to bear. You have a certain something about you that few really good men have, that attracts women. How long could you let that power rest without experimenting to see if you still had it? Not very long. You are the kind of man whose wife doesn"t dare to have a good-looking maid."
"There," I said somewhat nettled, "you do me an injustice."
"You are a faithful friend," she said, "but you wouldn"t be a faithful lover. Change and excitement and risk are bread and meat to you."
"Look here," I said, laughing, "you"ve not only considered me, you"ve considered me more than once, and seriously!"
"You have always," she said, "charmed me far more than was good for me."
I answered her mocking look with one as mocking.
"I should like," I said, "nothing better than to disprove all the things you think about me."
"You never will."
"Do you know what I think about myself? I think that I shall astonish the world with one of those grand pa.s.sions which make history worth reading. The girl who gets me will be very lucky!"
"If you ever do have a grand pa.s.sion," said Evelyn thoughtfully, "and it"s just barely possible, it won"t be for a girl. It won"t be the kind that brings any good to anybody."
As they appeared in the door of the living-room, Fulton"s hand dropped from his wife"s waist. She was very rosy and lovely. They looked as if they had loitered on their way back from the nursery.
"Mrs. Fulton," I said, "I don"t like your coffee-machine because I think it"s going to explode, and we don"t know how to get the coffee out. And I don"t like your friend. She _has_ exploded and scalded me cruelly."
"Oh," said Lucy, with the look of a knowing child, "I know, you"ve been playing truths, and Evelyn"s got a New England conscience."
"If she wasn"t so good-looking," I said, "I don"t believe people would have her around, after a few experiences."
"You must try not to let her get on your nerves," said Fulton, "for I"m counting on you to keep an eye on this household while I"m away, and to see that those who inhabit it behave themselves."
"I don"t want any more talk about going away," said Mrs. Fulton; "the fact is bad enough. I"m not a bit ashamed to have people know that I"ll be miserable and cross all the time you are gone."
But she wasn"t.
I saw her the next day just after his train had pulled out. She had taken Jock and Hurry to see him off. And all three, I was told by an eye-witness, had wept openly and without shame. My informant, Mrs.