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Helene Laughed Merrily. "You Are Quite Right, But There's No Harm In Her.
After All, Unless One Goes In For Charities (And I Can't, Price, Yet;
Besides The Charities Here Are Wonderfully Looked After), Plays Bridge,
Has Babies, Takes On Suffrage--What Is There To Do But Play? I Suppose
Once Life Was Serious For Young Women Of Our Class; But We Just Get Into
The Habit Of Doing Nothing Because There's Nothing To Do. Take To-Morrow
As An Example: I Suppose Polly And I Will Wander Down To The Louvre In
The Morning And Buy Something Or Look At The New Gowns M. Dupont Has Just
Brought From Paris.
"Then We'll Lunch Where There's Lots Of Life And Everybody Is Chatting
Gayly About Nothing.
"Then We'll Go To The Moving Pictures Unless There Is A Matinee, And Then
We'll Motor Out To The Boulevard, And Then Back And Have Tea Somewhere.
"Or, Perhaps, We'll Motor Down To The Club At Burlingame For Lunch And
Chatter Away The Day On The Veranda, Or Dance. This Afternoon We'll
Probably Ring Up A Few That Are Still In Town, And Dance In Polly's
Parlor At The Fairmont."
Helene's Lip Curled, Her Voice Had Risen. With, All Her Young Enjoyment
Of Wealth And Position, She Had Been Bred In A Class Where To Idle Is A
Crime. "Just Putting In Time--Time That Ought To Be As Precious As
Youth And High Spirits And Ease And Popularity! But What Is One To Do?
I Have No Talents, And I'd Lose Caste In My Set If I Had. I Don't
Wonder The Socialists Hate Us And Want To Put Us All To Work. No Doubt
We Should Be Much Happier. But Now--Even If You Retired From Business,
You'd Spend Most Of Your Time On The Links. We Poor Women Wouldn't Be
Much Better Off."
"It Does Seem An Abnormal State Of Affairs; I've Barely Given It A
Thought, It Has Always Been Such A Pleasure To Find You, After A Hard
Day's Work, Looking Invariably Dainty, And Pretty, And Eloquently
Suggestive Of Leisure And Repose. But--To The Student Of History--I
Suppose It Is A Condition That Cannot Last. There Must Be Some Sort Of
Upheaval Due. Well, I Hope It Will Give Me More Of Your Society."
They Smiled At Each Other Across The Little Table In Perfect Confidence.
They Were Lunching In The Court, And After She Had Blown Him A Kiss Over
Her Glass Of Red Wine, Her Eyes Happened To Travel In The Direction Of
The Large Dining-Room. She Gave A Little Exclamation Of Distaste.
"There Is Maman Lunching With That Hateful Old Mr. Lawton. He Was In Her
Sitting-Room When I Ran In To Call On Her Yesterday, And Nearly Snapped
My Head Off When I Asked Him If He Wouldn't Buy My Electric For Aileen.
He Said It Was Time She Began To Learn A Few Economies Instead Of More
Extravagances. Poor Darling Aileen. She Has To Stay In Town, Too, For He
Won't Open The House In Atherton Until He Is Ready To Go Down Himself
Every Night."
"Is He An Old Friend Of Your Mother's?"
"She And Papa Met Him When They Were Here, And Mrs. Lawton Was Very Kind
When I Was Born. It's Too Bad Mrs. Lawton's Dead. She'd Be A Nice Friend
For Maman."
"Perhaps Your Mother Is Asking Mr. Lawton's Advice About The Investment
Of Money."
He Had Been Observing His Wife Closely, But It Was More And More Apparent
That If Mr. Lawton Held The Key To Her Mother's Past She Had Not Been
Informed Of The Fact. She Answered Indifferently:
"Possibly. One Can Get Much Higher Interest Out Here Than In France, And
Maman Would Never Invest Money Without The Best Advice. She Loves Me, But
Money Next. Oh, La! La!"
"Has She Said Anything More About Going Back To Rouen?"
"I Didn't Have A Word With Her Alone Yesterday, But I'll Ask Her To-Day.
Poor Maman! I Fancy The Novelty Has Worn Off Here, And She Would Really
Be Happier With Her Own People And Customs. She Hates Traveling, Like All
The French; But Don't You Think That, After A Bit We Shall Be Able To Go
Over To Europe At Least Once A Year?"
"I Am Sure Of It. And While I Am Attending To Business In London You
Could Visit Your Mother In Rouen. Tell Her That One Way Or Another I'll
Manage It."
And This Seemed To Him An Ideal Arrangement!
Ii
When They Left The Table And Walked Through The More Luxurious Part Of
The Court, They Saw Madame Delano Alone And Enthroned As Usual In The
Largest But Most Upright Of The Armchairs. And As Ever She Watched Under
Her Fat Drooping Eyelids The Passing Throng Of Smartly Dressed Women,
Hurrying Men, Sauntering, Staring Tourists. Here And There Under The
Palms Sat Small Groups Of Men, Leaning Forward, Talking In Low Earnest
Tones, Their Faces, Whether Of The Keen, Narrow, Nervous, Or Of The
Fleshy, Heavy, Square-Jawed, Unimaginative, Aggressive, Ruthless Type,
Equally Expressing That Intense Concentration Of Mind Which Later Would
Make Their Luncheon A Living Torment.
Helene Threw Herself Into A Chair Beside Her Mother And Fondled Her Hand.
Ruyler Noted That After Madame Delano's Surprised Smile Of Welcome She
Darted A Keen Glance Of Apprehension From One To The Other, And Her Tight
Little Mouth Relaxed Uncontrollably In Its Supporting Walls Of Flesh. But
She Lowered Her Lids Immediately And Looked Approvingly At Her Daughter,
Who In Her New Gown Of Gray, With Gray Hat And Gloves And Shoes, Was A
Dainty And Refreshing Picture Of Spring. Then She Looked At Ruyler With
What He Fancied Was An Expression Of Relief.
"I Wonder You Do Not Do This Oftener," She Said.
"I Never Know Until The Last Moment When Or Where I Shall Be Able To Take
Lunch, And Then I Often Have To Meet Three Or Four Men. Such Is Life In
The City Of Your Adoption."
"There Is No City In The World Where Women Are So Abominably Idle And
Useless!" And At The Moment, Whatever Madame Delano May Have Been, Her
Voice And Mien Were Those Of A Virtuous And Outraged Bourgeoisie. "You
Are All Very Well, Ruyler, But If I Had Known What The Life Of A Rich
Young Woman Was In This Town, I'd Have Married Helene To A Serious Young
Man Of Her Own Class In Rouen; A Husband Who Would Have Given Her
Companionship In A Normal Civilized Life, Who Would Have Taken Care Of
Her As Every Young Wife Should Be Taken Care Of, And Who Would Have
Insisted Upon At Least Two Children As A Matter Of Course. With Us The
Family Is A Religion. Here It Is An Incident Where It Is Not An
Accident."
Ruyler, Who Was Still Standing, Looked Down At His Mother-In-Law With
Profound Interest. He Had Never Heard Her Express Herself At Such Length
Before. "Do You Think I Fail As A Husband?" He Asked Humbly. "God Knows
I'd Like To Give My Wife About Two-Thirds Of My Time, But At Least I Have
Perfect Confidence In Her. I Should Soon Cease To Care For A Wife I Was
Obliged To Watch."
"Young Things Are Young Things." Madame Delano Looked At Helene, Who Had
Turned Very White And Had Lowered Her Own Lids To Hide The Consternation
In Her Eyes. But As Her Mother Ceased Speaking She Raised Them In Swift
Appeal To Ruyler.
"Maman Says I Coquette Too Much," She Said Plaintively, And Price
Wondered If A Slight Movement Under The Hem Of Madame Delano's Long
Skirts Meant That The Toe Of A Little Gray Shoe Were Boring Into One Of
The Massive Plinths Of His Mother-In-Law. "But Tell Him, Maman, That You
Don't Really Mean It. I Can't Have Price Jealous. That Would Be Too
Humiliating. I'm Afraid I Do Flirt As Naturally As I Breathe, But Price
Knows I Haven't A Thought For A Man On Earth But Him." The Color Had
Crept Back Into Her Cheeks, But There Was Still Anxiety In Her Soft Black
Eyes, And Price Was Sure That The Little Pointed Toe Once More Made Its
Peremptory Appeal.
Madame Delano Looked Squarely At Her Son-In-Law.
"That's All Right--So Far," She Said Grimly. "Helene Is Devoted To
You. But So Have Many Other Young Wives Been To Busy American Husbands.
Now, Take My Advice, And Give Her More Of Your Companionship Before It
Is Too Late. _Watch Over Her_. There Always Comes A Time--A
Turning-Point--European Husbands Understand, But American Husbands Are
Fools. Woman's Loyalty, Fed On Hope Only, Turns To Resentment; And Then
Her Separate Life Begins. Now, I've Warned You. Go Back To Your Office,
Where, No Doubt, Your Clerks Are Hanging Out Of The Windows, Wondering If
You Are Dead And The Business Wrecked. I Want To Talk To Helene."
Iii
In Spite Of His Wise Old French Mother-In-Law's Insinuations, Ruyler Felt
Lighter Of Heart As He Left The Hotel And Walked Toward His Office Than
He Had Since Sunday. Of Two Things He Was Certain: There Was No Ugly
Understanding Between The Mother And Daughter Over That Unspeakable Past,
And Madame Delano's New Attitude Toward Her Daughter Was Merely The
Result Of An Over-Sophisticated Mother's Apprehensions: Those Of A Woman
Who Was Looking In Upon Smart Society For The First Time And Found It
Alarming, And--Unwelcome, But Inevitable Thought--Peculiarly Dangerous To
A Young And Beautiful Creature With Wild And Lawless Blood In Her Veins.
However, It Was Patent That So Far Her Apprehensions Were Merely The
Result Of A Rare Imaginative Flight, The Result, No Doubt, Of Her Own
Threatened Exposure. Once More He Admired Her Courage In Returning To San
Francisco, And As He Recalled The Covert Air Of Cynical Triumph, With
Which She Had Accepted His Offer For Her Daughter's Hand, He Made No
Doubt That One Object Had Been To Play A Sardonic Joke On The City She
Must Hate.
He Renewed His Determination To Keep What Guard He Could Over His Young
Wife, And Wondered If His Brother Harold, Who Also Had Elected To Enter
The Old Firm, Could Not Be Induced To Come Out And Take Over A Certain
Share Of The Responsibility. The Young Man Had Paid Him A Visit A Year
Ago And Been Enraptured With Life In California.
True, He Was Accustomed To Make Quick Decisions Without Consulting Any
One, And He Should Find A Partner Irksome, But He Was Beginning To
Realize Acutely That Business, Even To An American Brain, Packed With Its
Traditions And Energies, Was Not Even The Half Of Life, Should Be A Means
Not An End; He Set His Teeth As He Walked Rapidly Along Montgomery Street
And Vowed That He Would Keep His Domestic Happiness If He Had To Retire
On What Was Available Of His Own Fortune. He Even Wondered If It Would
Not Be Wise To Buy A Fruit Ranch, Where He And Helene Could Share Equally
In The Management, And Begin At Once To Raise A Family. They Both Loved
Outdoor Life, And This Life Of Complete Frivolity, In Which She Seemed To
Be Hopelessly Enmeshed, Might Before Long Corrode Her Nature And Blast
The Mental Aspirations That Still Survived In That Untended Soil. When
This Great Merging Deal Was Over He Should Be Free To Decide.
Chapter 8
I
He Arrived At Home On The Following Afternoon At Six And Was
Immediately Rung Up By Spaulding, Who Demanded An Interview. It Was Not
Worth While Going Down Town Again, As Helene Was Out And Would No Doubt
Return Only In Time To Dress For Dinner. They Were To Dine At Half-Past
Seven And Go To The Play Afterward. He Told Spaulding To Take A Taxi
And Come To The House.
Nothing Had Occurred Meanwhile To Cause Him Anxiety. He Had Taken Helene
Out To The Cliff House To Dinner The Night Before, And Afterward To See
The Road-Houses, Whose Dancing Is So Painfully Proper Early In The
Evening. Polly Roberts Had Come Into The Most Notorious Of Them At
Eleven, Chaperoning A Party, Which Included Aileen Lawton, A Girl As
Restless And Avid Of Excitement As Herself. Rex Roberts And Several Other
Young Men Had Been In
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