and delicacies, his perpetual desire that he and she should be attuned to the same key, had always vaguely bored her; whereas in Van Degen’s manner she felt a hint of the masterful way that had once subdued her in Elmer Moffatt. But she drew back, releasing herself.
“Tonight? I can’t—I’m engaged.”
“I know you are: engaged to ME! You promised last Sunday you’d dine with me out of town tonight.”
“How can I remember what I promised last Sunday? Besides, after what you’ve said, I see I oughtn’t to.”
“What do you mean by what I’ve said?”
“Why, that I’m imprudent; that people are talking—”
He stood up with an angry laugh. “I suppose you’re dining with Chelles. Is that it?”
“Is that the way you cross-examine Clare?”
“I don’t care a hang what Clare does—I never have.”
“That must—in some ways—be rather convenient for her!”
“Glad you think so. ARE you dining with him?”
She slowly turned the wedding-ring upon her finger. “You know I’m NOT married to you—yet!”
He took a random turn through the room; then he came back and planted himself wrathfully before her. “Can’t you see the man’s doing his best to make a fool of you?”
She kept her amused gaze on him. “Does it strike you that it’s such an awfully easy thing to do?”
The edges of his ears were purple. “I sometimes think it’s easier for these damned little dancing-masters than for one of us.”
Undine was still smiling up at him; but suddenly her grew grave. “What does it matter what I do or don’t do, when Ralph has ordered me home next week?”
“Ordered you home?” His face changed. “Well, you’re not going, are you?”
“What’s the use of saying such things?” She gave a disenchanted laugh. “I’m a poor man’s wife, and can’t do the things my friends do. It’s not because Ralph loves me that he wants me back—it’s simply because he can’t afford to let me stay!”
Van Degen’s perturbation was increasing. “But you mustn’t go—it’s preposterous! Why should a woman like you be sacrificed when a lot of dreary frumps have everything they want? Besides, you can’t chuck me like this! Why, we’re all to motor down to Aix next week, and perhaps take a dip into Italy—”
“OH, ITALY—” she murmured on a note of yearning.
He was closer now, and had her hands. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? As far as Venice, anyhow; and then in August there’s Trouville—you’ve never tried Trouville? There’s an awfully jolly crowd there—and the motoring’s ripping in Normandy. If you say so I’ll take a villa there instead of going back to Newport. And I’ll put the Sorceress in commission, and you can make up parties and run off whenever you like, to Scotland or Norway—” He hung above her. “Don’t dine with Chelles tonight! Come with me, and we’ll talk things over; and next week we’ll run down to Trouville to choose the villa.”
Undine’s heart was beating fast, but she felt within her a strange lucid force of resistance. Because of that sense of security she left her hands in Van Degen’s. So Mr. Spragg might have felt at the tensest hour of the Pure Water move. She leaned forward, holding her suitor off by the pressure of her bent-back palms.
“Kiss me goodbye, Peter; I sail on Wednesday,” she said.
It was the first time she had permitted him a kiss, and as his face darkened down on her she felt a moment’s recoil. But her physical reactions were never very acute: she always vaguely wondered why people made “such a fuss,” were so violently for or against such demonstrations. A cool spirit within her seemed to watch over and regulate her sensations, and leave her capable of measuring the intensity of those she provoked.
She turned to look at the clock. “You must go now—I shall be hours late for dinner.”
“Go—after that?” He held her fast. “Kiss me again,” he commanded.
It was wonderful how cool she felt—how easily she could slip out of his grasp! Any man could be managed like a child if he were really in love with one….
“Don’t be a goose, Peter; do you suppose I’d have kissed you if—”
“If what—what—what?” he mimicked her ecstatically, not listening.
She saw that if she wished to make him hear her she must put more distance between them, and she rose and moved across the room. From the fireplace she turned to add—“if we hadn’t been saying goodbye?”
“Goodbye—now? What’s the use of talking like that?” He jumped up and followed her. “Look here, Undine—I’ll do anything on earth you want; only don’t talk of going! If you’ll only stay I’ll make it all as straight and square as you please. I’ll get Bertha Shallum to stop over with you for the summer; I’ll take a house at Trouville and make my wife come out there. Hang it, she SHALL, if you say so! Only be a little good to me!”
Still she stood before him without speaking, aware that her implacable brows and narrowed lips would hold him off as long as she chose.
“What’s the matter. Undine? Why don’t you answer? You know you can’t go back to that deadly dry-rot!”
She swept about on him with indignant eyes. “I can’t go on with my present life either. It’s hateful—as hateful as the other. If I don’t go home I’ve got to decide on something different.”
“What do you mean by ‘something different’?” She was silent, and he insisted: “Are you really thinking of marrying Chelles?”
She started as if he had surprised a secret. “I’ll never forgive you if you speak of it—”
“Good Lord! Good Lord!” he groaned.
She remained motionless, with lowered lids, and he went up to her and pulled her about so that she faced him. “Undine, honour bright—do you think he’ll marry you?”
She looked at him with a sudden hardness in her eyes. “I really can’t discuss such things with you.”
“Oh, for the Lord’s sake don’t take that tone! I don’t half know what I’m saying…but you mustn’t throw yourself away a second time. I’ll do anything you want—I swear I will!”
A knock on the door sent them apart, and a servant entered with a telegram.
Undine turned away to the window with the narrow blue slip. She was glad of the interruption: the sense of what she had at stake made her want to pause a moment and to draw breath.
The message was a long cable signed with Laura Fairford’s name. It told her that Ralph had been taken suddenly ill with pneumonia, that his condition was serious and that the doctors advised his wife’s immediate return.
Undine
