She shook her head violently, and yawned and spoke so eloquently of her fatigue that he slunk away to his own room.
The next day he set his secretary to work running down a berth on a steamer. Everything seemed to be gone. People whom the panicky times had reduced from wealth to anxiety were crossing the ocean to places where they could economize without ostentation. The final report was that the only suitable berth was the imperial suite on the new _Imperator_.
"Did you grab it?" said Willie. The secretary shook his head.
"Why the devil didn"t you?" Willie snapped.
"They ask five thousand dollars for it."
Even Willie winced at this. "I don"t want it for a year," he groaned.
"Just one voyage."
"It has a private deck, a drawing-room, two bath-rooms, two servants"
rooms--"
The "private deck" decided Willie; but when he told Persis he laid stress on the price he paid; not from any braggart motive, but as a pathetic sort of courtship.
Persis smiled a little. It was something. But when she found the private deck she took pains to invite other pa.s.sengers she knew to make it their own piazza. Among the pa.s.sengers were Mrs. Neff and Alice.
After Persis had thwarted Alice"s elopement with Stowe Webb the boy had been tempted to go to Mrs. Neff and plead with her to withdraw her ban, seeing that he was now a man of affairs with an a.s.sured income. But he imagined what she would say when she asked him the amount of that income; and he imagined her smile. She did not have to ridicule his fortune. The sum itself was so petty that it ridiculed itself.
He and Alice had met clandestinely a few times at the houses of friends, but both were young and both were timid, and their friends were cynical with discouragement. Alice wanted to go to watch him off at the dock, but had not dared, and only sent him a tear-blotted steamer letter. And while he was down in his state-room reading it she was locked in her pink-and-white virginal chamber crying her blue eyes crimson on her bed.
She never spoke of him to her mother, and Mrs. Neff did not know what had become of him.
So the two child-lovers pined away. New York became a deserted village to Alice, and Stowe found the ocean a congenial waste, for he felt in his breast an Atlantic loneliness. Nor was Paris less sad; its allurements were only thorns; he felt that he must be true to his little wife-to-be, and it seemed that even to indulge in the more innocent gaieties would belie his desolation.
Then Mrs. Neff grew just a trifle too shrewd. Noting that Alice never spoke of Stowe Webb, she made up her crafty old mind that the two young wretches were meeting secretly. Since nothing happened at all, she all too cleverly decided that something was about to happen, and resolved to nip the pa.s.sion-flower in the bud. She read Alice a long curtain-lecture on the perfection with which children obeyed their parents when she was young, then dilated on the advantages of European travel in broadening the mind, and drew such a glowing portrait of her own benevolence in offering Alice the opportunity of going abroad that the girl began to foresee what was coming, and what real motive was actuating her mother.
By the time Mrs. Neff arrived at the heartbreaking news that she was about to drag Alice off to Paris the simple child was able to dissemble her ecstasy and give a convincing portrayal of a daughter who would rather go anywhere on earth than to France. Like Br"er Rabbit, she pleaded not to be thrown into the briar-patch of all places. So she was thrown into the briar-patch. Alice was on her way to Paris.
She took Persis into her confidence, and Persis found a dreary pleasure in the joke. She even forbore to warn Alice against the folly of marrying into poverty. She was not so satisfied with her own triumph as to recommend her example to others.
There was, as there will always be, a certain joy in having the best and the most expensive things of every sort. But there was, as there will always be, a disappointment in getting by merely wishing or commanding; especially as the fairy gift of wishes has always carried a few amendments: "You may have anything you wish for except--" Whereupon the "excepts" become the only things sincerely wishable.
Persis found London at the height of its June festivity. The President of France was visiting the King of England, and there were state banquets and state b.a.l.l.s and state everything, mingled with private celebrations that rivaled them in pomp; and a horse-show, and horse-races, regimental polo tournaments; the annual hysterical wholesale celebration of nothing in particular.
Many of Persis" school-girl friends were d.u.c.h.esses, countesses, marchionesses, mere ladies. Lady Crainleigh, whom Persis had once beaten in a potato-race at a country horse-show in Westchester, gave a dance where seven hundred guests were present and where t.i.tles were as common as pebbles on a sh.o.r.e. Persis wore her "all-around" diamond crown, and danced with a Russian grand-duke and a prince or two.
The tango and the turkey-trot had spread overseas, and royalties trod on Persis" toes as they bungled the steps like yokels. It was fantastic to hear the trashy tunes of American music-halls resounding through the ballrooms of mansions and palatial hotels.
At the Royal Ascot the Queen sent a duke to fetch Persis to the royal box, and spoke amiably of her sister.
But, however Persis glittered abroad, when the inevitable time came to become mere woman and go to bed, she must always return to the nagging presence of Willie, infatuated the more by the inaccessible distances her soul kept from his.
With his harrowed face, his unwelcome caresses, his unanswerable prayers for a little love, he ceased to be tragic. He became a pest.
Persis was learning wherein wealth, as well as poverty, has its poverties, its nauseas, its petty annoyances, its daily denials, its hair-cloth shirts.
She began to feel that if she had married Forbes and made her own clothes she could not have grown wearier than she grew from putting on and taking off the complicated harnesses devised by intoxicated dressmakers.
Sometimes she declared that she would rather trim one bonnet and wear it the rest of her life than try on any more of the works of the mad hatters of Europe.
And what mockery her splendor was!--for the ulterior purpose of gorgeousness is love. Humanity has stretched its mating season throughout the whole year, but the meaning of bright plumage remains an invitation to courtship, a more or less disguised advertis.e.m.e.nt: "Behold, I am ready. I am desirable!"
Persis was dressing herself up for yesterday"s party. Men courted her still, slyly and disgustingly, but she felt herself insulted by the adventure, degraded by the implications. Whatever other faults she had, Persis was not promiscuous. There was nothing of the female rake in her nature. She was meant to be loved by many and to love one. Her heart had selected its one among the ones; but the hand had married elsewhere.
There was great danger for her soul if she did not meet that One. And greater danger if she did.
CHAPTER LIV
Paris and London were like two rival circuses bidding for the public, beating tom-toms, blowing horns, and sending out band-wagons and parades. While Persis was wearying of the English side-shows, Forbes was tiring of the French. The wounds Persis had inflicted on his heart and his pride were still fresh and bleeding. The fever had not left him. At the thought of her, or the sight of her name frequently in the daily papers, or her portrait in the ill.u.s.trated papers, the scarlet shame of his defeat still ran across his brow, still the hunger for her gripped him, regret sickened him.
Senator Tait had not enjoyed the progress of his conspiracy. For secretary he had taken Stowe Webb, who moved about like an immature Hamlet with a heart draped in black. For military attache he had brought Forbes, whose thoughts flew backward to the past instead of scouting ahead. For acting amba.s.sadress he had brought a daughter who, though torn away from her New York charities, found new miseries to engage her everywhere. Even on the ship she had sought distress--in the stokehold, in the steerage and the second cabin. Instead of holding hands in moonlit nooks and funnel-corners, she was taking up purses, sterilizing milk for sick babies, and selling tickets for a benefit concert.
Forbes admired Mildred profoundly, but he preferred his own sorrows to the woes she discovered in other people. Mildred liked Forbes immensely, in a motherly, elder-sisterly, trained-nursish way. But of love between them there was no visible trace.
Tait grew fonder and fonder of Forbes as a son, but he could not contrive him as a son-in-law. The mating of human hearts, he found, was a task beyond diplomacy or politics. He wondered if he would have more success in promoting affection between America and France, the two republics that made each other possible. He wished that he had never undertaken any of his tasks. He felt old, ill, tired. He had agreed to take over the Emba.s.sy on the fifth of July. Hardly more than a week remained of his freedom, and that week was the big week of the year--the _grande semaine_.
He did not know that other dangers lurked in ambush ahead of himself.
Mrs. Neff, ignorant of Stowe Webb"s office, had come straight to Paris from the _Imperator_, bound to expose Alice again to the Senator"s inspection. More dangerous yet was Winifred Mather. Tait had been warned of Mrs. Neff, but not of Winifred.
The heavy times in Wall Street had played havoc with Bob Fielding"s means and with his spirits. The gradual jolting down and down of values, and the buying public"s desertion of the market left the Stock Exchange like a neglected billiard parlor, where in the absence of customers the professionals played against one another--for points.
Bob Fielding was so big that when he was happy he was a Falstaff, but when he was unhappy he was a whale ash.o.r.e. Winifred liked him happy. She grew weary of her blue Behemoth and began to think again of Senator Tait. She reasoned that he really needed a wife; it was a handicap to the Emba.s.sy to have only an elder daughter to run its social branch, especially such a daughter as Mildred, with her exasperating to-morrow"s virtues and her last year"s clothes. Winifred felt it her patriotic duty to marry the Emba.s.sy over.
She had a widowed sister in Paris, Mrs. Mather Edgec.u.mbe. With her as complotter and under her aegis Winifred attacked Senator Tait in a campaign so skilfully arranged under so many disguises that Tait was left hardly a minute to himself. All his invitations included Forbes and Mildred and young Stowe Webb.
At one of them, a night fete in Mrs. Mather Edgec.u.mbe"s house in the Rue de Monceau, with musicians in Persian costume playing in the garden under the illuminated trees, Mrs. Neff and Alice were included unbeknown to Winifred. She was aghast at the tactical mistake, and she was curt enough when Alice, hastening as usual in one direction and looking in another, ran into her.
"Oh, it"s you Alice. How are you? I didn"t know you were in Paris.
Followed the Senator over, I suppose."
"I suppose so," said Alice. "Did you?"
"Where"s your mother?"
"She"s probably looking for me. I hope she doesn"t find me. Have you seen Stowe?"
"Somewhere," said Winifred, with a perceptible thaw. "Does your mother know he"s here?"
"If she did, should I be here?" Alice giggled, and laughter bubbled from Winifred, too. It continued with increase as Alice went on: "The Senator and I have come to a perfect understanding. He knows I don"t love him, and that I do love Stowe. He gave Stowe his job as a starter to get me with. Yes, he did! My awful mother, of course, is always conspiring to leave the Senator alone with me. Sends us driving and Louvre-ing together. Well, that angel man, the Senator, just waits till mama is safely out of sight, then he notifies Stowe and goes away about his business and leaves us together."
"Oh, then the Senator"s devotion for you is all for Stowe"s sweet sake?"
and there was a rapturous little break in Winifred"s voice.