The Price She Paid [87]
the drawing-room. He dropped into an easy chair, crossed his legs, leaned his head back indolently--a favorite attitude of his.
``How long have you known?'' said she. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement.
``Oh, a good many years,'' replied he. ``It was one of those accidental bits of information a man runs across in knocking about. As soon as Baird told me about you, I had the thing looked up, quietly. I was going up to see him to-morrow--about the negroes and Mrs. Baird's suit.''
``Does Stanley know?'' inquired she.
``No,'' said Keith. ``Not necessary. Never will be. If you like, you can have the marriage annulled without notoriety. But that's not necessary, either.''
After a long silence, she said: ``What does this make out of me?''
``You mean, what would be thought of you, if it were known?'' inquired he. ``Well, it probably wouldn't improve your social position.''
``I am disgraced,'' said she, curiously rather than emotionally.
``Would be, if it were known,'' corrected he, ``and if you are nothing but a woman without money looking for a husband. If you happened to be a singer or an actress, it would add to your reputation--make you more talked about.''
``But I am not an actress or a singer.''
``On the other hand, I should say you didn't amount to much socially. Except in Hanging Rock, of course --if there is still a Hanging Rock. Don't worry about your reputation. Fussing and fretting about your social position doesn't help toward a career.''
``Naturally, you take it coolly. But you can hardly expect me to,'' cried she.
``You are taking it coolly,'' said he. ``Then why try to work yourself up into a fit of hysterics? The thing is of no importance--except that you're free now--will never be bothered by Siddall again. You ought to thank me, and forget it. Don't be one of the little people who are forever agitating about trifles.''
Trifles! To speak of such things as trifles! And yet-- Well, what did they actually amount to in her life? ``Yes, I AM free,'' she said thoughtfully. ``I've got what I wanted--got it in the easiest way possible.''
``That's better,'' said he approvingly.
``And I've burnt my bridges behind me,'' pursued she. ``There's nothing for me now but to go ahead.''
``Which road?'' inquired he carelessly.
``The career,'' cried she. ``There's no other for me. Of course I COULD marry Stanley, when he's free, as he would be before very long, if I suggested it. Yes, I could marry him.''
``Could you?'' observed he.
``Doesn't he love me?''
``Undoubtedly.''
``Then why do you say he would not marry me?'' demanded she.
``Did I say that?''
``You insinuated it. You suggested that there was a doubt.''
``Then, there is no doubt?''
``Yes, there is,'' she cried angrily. ``You won't let me enjoy the least bit of a delusion. He might marry me if I were famous. But as I am now-- He's an inbred snob. He can't help it. He simply couldn't marry a woman in my position. But you're overlooking one thing--that _I_ would not marry HIM.''
``That's unimportant, if true,'' said Keith.
``You don't believe it?''
``I don't care anything about it, my dear lady,'' said Keith. ``Have you got time to waste in thinking about how much I am in love with you? What a womanly woman you are, to be sure. Your true woman, you know, never thinks of anything but love--not how much she loves, but how much she is loved.''
``Be careful!'' she warned. ``Some day you'll go too far in saying outrageous things to me.''
``And then?'' said he smilingly.
``You care nothing for our friendship?''
``The experiment is the only interest I have in you,'' replied he.
``That is not true,'' said she. ``You have always liked me. That's why you looked up my hus-- General Siddal{sic} and got ready for him. That's why you saved me to-day. You are a very tender-hearted and generous man--and you hide it as you do everything else about yourself.''
He was looking off into space from the depths of the easy chair, a mocking smile on
``How long have you known?'' said she. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement.
``Oh, a good many years,'' replied he. ``It was one of those accidental bits of information a man runs across in knocking about. As soon as Baird told me about you, I had the thing looked up, quietly. I was going up to see him to-morrow--about the negroes and Mrs. Baird's suit.''
``Does Stanley know?'' inquired she.
``No,'' said Keith. ``Not necessary. Never will be. If you like, you can have the marriage annulled without notoriety. But that's not necessary, either.''
After a long silence, she said: ``What does this make out of me?''
``You mean, what would be thought of you, if it were known?'' inquired he. ``Well, it probably wouldn't improve your social position.''
``I am disgraced,'' said she, curiously rather than emotionally.
``Would be, if it were known,'' corrected he, ``and if you are nothing but a woman without money looking for a husband. If you happened to be a singer or an actress, it would add to your reputation--make you more talked about.''
``But I am not an actress or a singer.''
``On the other hand, I should say you didn't amount to much socially. Except in Hanging Rock, of course --if there is still a Hanging Rock. Don't worry about your reputation. Fussing and fretting about your social position doesn't help toward a career.''
``Naturally, you take it coolly. But you can hardly expect me to,'' cried she.
``You are taking it coolly,'' said he. ``Then why try to work yourself up into a fit of hysterics? The thing is of no importance--except that you're free now--will never be bothered by Siddall again. You ought to thank me, and forget it. Don't be one of the little people who are forever agitating about trifles.''
Trifles! To speak of such things as trifles! And yet-- Well, what did they actually amount to in her life? ``Yes, I AM free,'' she said thoughtfully. ``I've got what I wanted--got it in the easiest way possible.''
``That's better,'' said he approvingly.
``And I've burnt my bridges behind me,'' pursued she. ``There's nothing for me now but to go ahead.''
``Which road?'' inquired he carelessly.
``The career,'' cried she. ``There's no other for me. Of course I COULD marry Stanley, when he's free, as he would be before very long, if I suggested it. Yes, I could marry him.''
``Could you?'' observed he.
``Doesn't he love me?''
``Undoubtedly.''
``Then why do you say he would not marry me?'' demanded she.
``Did I say that?''
``You insinuated it. You suggested that there was a doubt.''
``Then, there is no doubt?''
``Yes, there is,'' she cried angrily. ``You won't let me enjoy the least bit of a delusion. He might marry me if I were famous. But as I am now-- He's an inbred snob. He can't help it. He simply couldn't marry a woman in my position. But you're overlooking one thing--that _I_ would not marry HIM.''
``That's unimportant, if true,'' said Keith.
``You don't believe it?''
``I don't care anything about it, my dear lady,'' said Keith. ``Have you got time to waste in thinking about how much I am in love with you? What a womanly woman you are, to be sure. Your true woman, you know, never thinks of anything but love--not how much she loves, but how much she is loved.''
``Be careful!'' she warned. ``Some day you'll go too far in saying outrageous things to me.''
``And then?'' said he smilingly.
``You care nothing for our friendship?''
``The experiment is the only interest I have in you,'' replied he.
``That is not true,'' said she. ``You have always liked me. That's why you looked up my hus-- General Siddal{sic} and got ready for him. That's why you saved me to-day. You are a very tender-hearted and generous man--and you hide it as you do everything else about yourself.''
He was looking off into space from the depths of the easy chair, a mocking smile on