Mildred Pierce - James M. Cain [103]
"Not a word."
"Ah!"
Mrs. Forrester was excited now, obviously aware of her advantage in being able to give Mildred her own version of this situation, whatever it was, first. She stripped off her gloves and shot appraising glances at Mildred for some time before proceeding. Then: "Shall I begin at the beginning, Mrs. Pierce?"
"Please."
"They met—well it seems only yesterday, actually it was several weeks ago, at my house. My husband, no doubt you've heard of him—he's a director, and he was considering Veda for a part. And as he so often does with these kids, when we have a little party going on, he asked her over—Veda and her little friend Elaine, another lovely child, Mrs. Pierce. My husband has known her for years, and—"
"Yes, I've met her."
"So it was at my own house, Mrs. Pierce, that Veda and Sam met. And it was simply love at first sight. It must have been, because that boy of mine, Mrs. Pierce, is so sincere, so—,'
"You mean they're engaged?"
"I was coming to that. No, I wouldn't say they were engaged. In fact I know that Sammy had no such thing in mind. But Veda has somehow got the idea that—well, I understand it, of course. Any girl wants to get married, but Sam had no such thing in mind. I want that made clear."
Mrs. Lenhardt's voice was becoming a little high, a little strident, and she waggled a stiff forefinger at Mildred as she went on. "And I'm quite sure you'll agree with me, Mrs. Pierce, that any discussion of marriage between them would be most undesirable."
"Why?"
So far as Mildred was concerned, marriage for Veda would have been a major calamity, but at Mrs. Lenhardt's manner she bristled with hot partisanship. Mrs. Lerthardt snapped: "Because they're nothing but children! Veda can't be over nineteen—"
"She's seventeen."
"And my boy is twenty. That's too young. Mrs. Pierce, it's entirely too young. Furthermore, they move in two different worlds—"
"What different worlds?"
Mildred's eyes blazed, and Mrs. Lenhardt hastily backed off. "That isn't quite what I mean, Mrs. Pierce, of course. Let us say different communities. They have different backgrounds, different ideals, different friends. And of course, Sam has always been used to a great deal of money—"
"Do you think Veda hasn't?"
"I'm sure she has everything you can give her—"
"You may find she's been used to just as much as your boy has, and more. I'm not exactly on relief, I can tell you."
"But you didn't let me finish, Mrs. Pierce. If Veda's accustomed to wealth and position, so much the more reason that this thing should not for a second be considered. I want to make this clear: If Sammy gets married, he'll be completely on his own, and it will certainly be hard for two young people, both born with silver spoons in their mouths, to live on what he can earn."
Having made this clear, Mrs. Lenhardt tried to calm down, and Mildred tried to calm down. She said this was the first she had heard of it, and she would have to talk to Veda before she could say what she thought. But as Mrs. Lenhardt politely agreed that this was an excellent idea, Mildred began to have a suspicion that the whole truth had not been told. Suddenly and sharply she asked: "Why should Veda feel this way about it, and your boy not?"
"Mrs. Pierce, I'm not a mind reader."
Mrs. Lenhardt spoke angrily, the color appearing in her cheeks. Then she added: "But let me tell you one thing. If you, or that girl, or anybody, employ any more tricks, trying to blackmail my boy into—"
"Trying to—what?"
Mildred's voice cracked like a whip, and for a few moments Mrs. Lenhardt didn't speak. Apparently she knew she had said too much, and was trying to be discreet. Her effort was unsuccessful. When her nostrils had dilated and closed several times, she exploded: "You may as well understand here and now, Mrs. Pierce, that I shall prevent this marriage. I shall prevent it in any way that I can,