It was one of those veiled and stealthy reminders of obligation habitually indulged in by delicate people seeking repayment of the debt, but shunning the coarseness of direct demand.Mildred saw her opportunity.
Said she quietly:
``You mean you want me to give myself to you in payment, or part payment, for the money you've loaned me?''
He released her hands and sprang up.He had meant just that, but he had not had the courage, or the meanness, or both, to admit boldly his own secret wish.
She had calculated on this--had calculated well.
``Mildred!'' he cried in a shocked voice.``YOU so lacking in delicacy as to say such a thing!''
``If you didn't mean that, Stanley, what DID you mean?''
``I was appealing to our friendship--our--our love for each other.''
``Then you should have waited until I was free.''
``Good God!'' he cried, ``don't you see that's hopeless? Mildred, be sensible--be merciful.''
``I shall never marry a man when he could justly suspect I did it to live off him.''
``What an idea! It's a man's place to support a woman!''
``I was speaking only of myself._I_ can't do it.
And it's absurd for you and me to be talking about love and marriage when anyone can see I'd be marrying you only because I was afraid to face poverty and a struggle.''
Her manner calmed him somewhat.``Of course it's obvious that you've got to have money,'' said he, ``and that the only way you can get it is by marriage.But there's something else, too, and in my opinion it's the principal thing--we care for each other.Why not be sensible, Mildred? Why not thank God that as long as you have to marry, you can marry someone you care for.''
``Could you feel that I cared for you, if I married you now?'' inquired she.
``Why not? I'm not so entirely lacking in self-esteem.I feel that I must count for something.''
Mildred sat silently wondering at this phenomenon so astounding, yet a commonplace of masculine egotism.
She had no conception of this vanity which causes the man, at whom the street woman smiles, to feel flattered, though he knows full well what she is and her dire ne-cessity.She could not doubt that he was speaking the truth, yet she could not believe that conceit could so befog common sense in a man who, for all his slowness and shallowness, was more than ordinarily shrewd.
``Even if I thought I loved you,'' said she, ``Icouldn't be sure in these circumstances that I wasn't after your money.''
``Don't worry about that,'' replied he.``Iunderstand you better than you understand yourself.''
``Let's stop talking about it,'' said she impatiently.
``I want to explain to you the business side of this.''
She took her purse from the table.``Here are the papers.'' She handed him a check and a note.``Imade them out at the bank this morning.The note is for what I owe you--and draws interest at four per cent.The check is for all the money I have left except about four hundred dollars.I've some bills I must pay, and also I didn't dare quite strip myself.The note may not be worth the paper it's written on, but I hope--''
Before she could prevent him he took the two papers, and, holding them out of her reach, tore them to bits.
Her eyes gleamed angrily.``I see you despise me --as much as I've invited.But, I'll make them out again and mail them to you.''
``You're a silly child,'' said he gruffly.``We're going to be married.''
She eyed him with amused exasperation.``It's too absurd!'' she cried.``And if I yielded, you'd be trying to get out of it.'' She hesitated whether to tell him frankly just how she felt toward him.She decided against it, not through consideration--for a woman feels no consideration for a man she does not love, if he has irritated her--but through being ashamed to say harsh things to one whom she owed so much.``It's useless for you to pretend and to plead,'' she went on.``Ishall not yield.You'll have to wait until I'm free and independent.''
``You'll marry me then?''
``No,'' replied she, laughing.``But I'll be able to refuse you in such a way that you'll believe.''
``But you've got to marry, Mildred, and right away.''
A suspicion entered his mind and instantly gleamed in his eyes.``Are you in love with someone else?''
She smiled mockingly.
``It looks as if you were,'' he went on, arguing with himself aloud.``For if you weren't you'd marry me, even though you didn't like me.A woman in your fix simply couldn't keep herself from it.Is THAT why you're so calm?''
``I'm not marrying anybody,'' said she.
``Then what are you going to do?''
``You'll see.''
Once more the passionate side of his nature showed --not merely grotesque, unattractive, repellent, as in the mood of longing, but hideous.Among men Stanley Baird passed for a man of rather arrogant and violent temper, but that man who had seen him at his most violent would have been amazed.The temper men show toward men bears small resemblance either in kind or in degree to the temper of jealous passion they show toward the woman who baffles them or arouses their suspicions; and no man would recognize his most intimate man friend--or himself--when in that paroxysm.
Mildred had seen this mood, gleaming at her through a mask, in General Siddall.It had made her sick with fear and repulsion.In Stanley Baird it first astounded her, then filled her with hate.
``Stanley!'' she gasped.
``WHO is it?'' he ground out between his teeth.
And he seized her savagely.
``If you don't release me at once,'' said she calmly, ``I shall call Mrs.Brindley, and have you put out of the house.No matter if I do owe you all that money.''
``Stop!'' he cried, releasing her.``You're very clever, aren't you?--turning that against me and making me powerless.''
``But for that, would you dare presume to touch me, to question me?'' said she.
He lowered his gaze, stood panting with the effort to subdue his fury.
She went back to her own room.A few hours later came a letter of apology from him.She answered it friendlily, said she would let him know when she could see him again, and enclosed a note and a check.
