Edgec.u.mbe was "so sorry. There would be hardly any Americans there, then, except the old faithful Amba.s.sador and Captain Forbes."
Persis" heart warmed instantly, but she said she was afraid that she had some other engagement booked; in any case, they might drop in for a minute. She shivered with exultance and blamed it on the chill.
When five o"clock came round Persis carelessly remembered the half-promise to Mrs. Mather Edgec.u.mbe. Willie was out of humor. Persis angelically urged him to stay in his room and nurse his cold. Her unusual thought for his welfare startled him. It delighted him. He decided to stay by her and get more of the tenderness she was lavishing to-day. She could not shake him loose.
The _the dansant_ was a failure in Mrs. Mather Edgec.u.mbe"s mind, and in her sister Winifred"s heart, for the storm kept most of the Parisians away, and the Amba.s.sador sent word by Forbes that he would be tardy if he came at all. He pleaded motives of state. But he sent Forbes with his apologies.
Forbes, having been on a visit in his official capacity, was again in uniform. His eyes and cheeks were aglow from the cold, and Persis watched him with adoration as he came nearer and nearer.
He did not see her, even when he paused to talk to Mrs. Edgec.u.mbe, so close to Persis that she could have touched him. And when she could not endure the delay any longer, she thrust her hand beneath his eyes, and murmured: "Captain Forbes doesn"t remember me, but I met him in New York ages ago."
Her voice, suddenly leaping out of the grave of memory, terrified him.
He whirled so quickly that his sword caught in her gown. He knelt to disengage it, and there was laughter over the confusion, and then Mrs.
Edgec.u.mbe was called away by a new-comer, and they were left together.
Persis beamed upon the complete disarray of all his faculties, and spoke with affected raillery, though her own mind was in a seethe.
"At last we meet again! And how magnificent we are in our gorgeous uniform! It"s only the second time I"ve seen you in it. And I believe we are no longer plain Mr. Forbes--but Captain! Captain Harvey Forbes, U.
S. A.! And they say we are rich now. What a pity I didn"t wait a little!"
Forbes was hurt at her flippancy. He smiled dismally, and she purred on: "I a.s.sure you your t.i.tle and your wealth are vastly becoming; almost as becoming as all these b.u.t.tons and epaulettes and things." She walked around him, looking him over like an inspecting officer. "Um-m! How very nice! Magnificent!"
"Oh, I beg of you--" Forbes protested, tortured with chagrin.
But she went on, "And a sword, too!" She ventured even to pull the blade a little way from its scabbard. He would have killed a man for doing that, and he almost wanted to kill Persis as she tantalized him with a strange mixture of ridicule and idolatry. "I"ve no doubt the boulevards are strewn with the broken hearts of Frenchwomen. Who could resist you?
I"m sure my own heart isn"t anywhere near healed. It was very cruel of you, Harvey, to throw me over and run away after you had stolen my poor young affections."
Forbes was distraught; he groaned, "I see you"ve not forgotten how to make fun of me."
But Persis went on in mock petulance: "It wasn"t at all nice of you to cast me off just because I married Willie."
This gave Forbes a chance to return her ridicule and he asked, "By the way, how is your excellent husband?"
"You can see for yourself. There he is, still unable to learn the tango and trying to teach it to a fat Marquise."
Forbes attempted that most uncivil of tones to a woman, the ironical: "I hear that you and Mr. Enslee are the most devoted of couples."
"Oh, it"s a silly custom that married people should pretend to be congenial during their honeymoon," Persis said. "Thank heaven, my initiation is almost over."
Forbes was genuinely horrified at such dealing with a subject so sacred as marriage; he forsook irony for his usual forthright utterance:
"Surely your--your husband doesn"t neglect you?"
There was a touch of quick anxiety in Forbes" tone that showed how deeply he still cherished her.
"Neglect me?" Persis quoted. "If he only would! Willie does tag after me even more than I could wish; but he is growing restless. I can usually escape him by staying at home. He"s doing the music-halls very thoroughly. If I can only suggest some very shocking _revue_ I am a.s.sured of an evening alone. He is going to one over on Montmartre to-morrow night. I shall be quite deserted. We are stopping at the Hotel Meurice."
There was so dire a meaning in her hint and so much danger in playing again with the fire whose scar he still bore that Forbes ceased fencing and slashed: "Why do you torment me? You refused my love once."
"Never your love, my dear boy," said Persis, with abrupt seriousness.
"I never refused your love--only your hand. I always encouraged your love."
"But I was poor," Forbes sneered.
"Yes, you were poor," Persis said, taking his own word and turning it against him, "and I knew less than I do now." She walked away to a niche beside a statue where they could talk without being overheard, but, being visible, were chaperoned by the crowd. She sank upon a settle of gold and old rose and motioned him to her side. Then, while her face and her fan proclaimed that their conversation was of the idlest, her voice was deep with elegy:
"Harvey, try to be just. If you had been rich--oh! if you had been rich!--then, as you are now, Harvey, then I could have believed that such a thing as a love-match is feasible."
"But I was poor!" Forbes reiterated, with a knell-like persistence.
"That was Fate"s fault, not mine," said Persis, in all solemnity. "But haven"t I been honest with you? You declared that you loved me; I confessed that I loved you."
"Was it honest, then, not to give me your heart?"
"My whole heart has always been yours for the asking--and still is."
Forbes recoiled with a sudden: "What are you saying? You have a husband now!"
"What does that prove?" was Persis" grim reply. "I don"t owe him anything in the inside of my heart. He didn"t buy that, thank G.o.d!
Before the world, I owe him everything, and I should be the first to abhor any open indiscretion, for my ten commandments are condensed to two: "Don"t be indiscreet!" and "Beware of what people will say!" What more could a husband ask?"
Forbes tossed his hands in despair. He gave her up. She and her creed were beyond his understanding. "A fine code, that!"
"It is the morality of half the world, Harvey, rich or poor, city or country," Persis declared. "The crime consists in being found out."
"Do you realize what you are saying?" Forbes demanded, eager to shield her from her own blasphemies. But she ran on unheedingly.
"Even I have a heart; and why should I play the hypocrite before you of all men? Before Willie Enslee? Yes; he is my husband. Before the gossipy world? Yes; it is the one duty I feel I owe that man. Ours was no marriage for love."
"But it was a marriage," Forbes urged, stoutly, and rose to escape.
"Yes, but after all, what is a marriage?" Persis demanded, like a Pilate asking, "What is truth?" She rose to her feet, but paused as ardor swept her headlong. "Do you think it possible for any woman to live her life out without a lover? She may cherish the memory of a dead man or a faithless man; or throw her affection away on a fool or a rake; she may keep it a secret almost from herself, but never, never, never believe that any woman can exist without some man to pay worship to."
Forbes could only attempt a weak sarcasm, "Is it impossible that a woman should love her husband?"
In a daze he fell back to his seat, forgetful that he left her standing; but she was too much engrossed with her great problem to heed this; she went on, earnestly:
"Any woman may love her husband for a little while; or in rare case for a lifetime, especially if he beats her or is a drunkard." Then her unwonted oratory on abstract subjects palled on her. She came back to the concrete instance with an abrupt, "But Harvey, Harvey, why should we be wasting time talking about love?" She bent over him, but he did not even look up at her. He shook his head helplessly.
"I wasn"t bred in your world. I can"t understand a thing you have said."
His aloofness of manner gave Persis a sense of loneliness, and she wailed to him as from afar, though she sank down close to him. "But can"t you understand how fate has made a fool of me? I married for wealth and to cut a wide swath. Well, I have the wealth. I can cut the swath. But I"ve found that my ambition isn"t enough, any more than your soldier ambitions were enough. Harvey, I"m lonely, terribly lonely. My heart is empty; it is like an old deserted house, and a ghost haunts it, and the ghost is--I don"t have to tell you who the ghost is?"
"And you know," Forbes echoed, "what ghost haunts me."
Persis was melted by his kinship with her suffering. She leaned so close to him that her very perfume appealed to him as the perfume wherewith one flower calls to another in the noontime of desire. And she said: "Harvey, I"m going to tell you a terrible secret that I"ve hardly dared to tell myself: I--I crossed the ocean to find you!"
He was suffocated with longing for her, and horror of her. He gasped, "My G.o.d! on your honeymoon!"