Sally Bishop Part 44
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"And you persisted in trying to prove her guilty?" said Miss Standish-Roe, in amazement. "When you thought her innocent?"
"Why not?" he retorted. "Society wants to be purged of that sort of woman, and it's full of 'em."
Mrs. Durlacher deftly changed the subject.
"I've got a box to-morrow night, Jack, at some theatre or other,"
she said casually. "Harold's going out to dinner, will you dine with us and drag us along there?"
"Who's us?"
"Miss Standish-Roe and myself. We shall be all alone if you don't."
Sally's face rose in Traill's mind. If he went, this would be the first evening, except for those engagements which his profession demanded, on which he would have left her to dine at a restaurant by herself. But was he bound? Not in the least! The consideration that it might even seem to an outsider, decided him.
"Yes, I'll come," he said. "What time dinner?"
Again there was exultation in the heart of Mrs. Durlacher.
"Better be seven-thirty," she said.
He agreed. It never suggested itself to him that he wanted to go.
He hated to seem bound. That was his reason. So he took it with an open mind, questioning nothing.
When he had gone, Mrs. Durlacher turned to her friend.
"You can come--can't you?" she asked.
Miss Standish-Roe nodded her head.
CHAPTER V
That evening, Traill removed the first pillar in the structure which Sally had built--the Temple of her security. Notwithstanding all Janet's advice, heedless, utterly, of Janet's point of view which had been held before her eyes on almost every occasion on which they had met during the last three years, she persisted in believing more surely in the mooring of her life to Traill's, so long as no mention of settlement was ever suggested.
There was full reason on her side for this. Unable to accept conditions as Janet would have had her take them--the abandoning of one master for the service of another--she knew that so long as Traill kept her by his side without a word of agreement, his honour as the gentleman she always knew him to be would remain as binding as any sanction of the Church.
On this evening, then, when he returned from his visit in Sloane Street, they went together to the little restaurant in Soho where they had taken their first dinner together.
There was Berthe and Marie--there was Madame--there was Alexandre--all still working together with the precious regularity of the Dutch clock.
"Bon soir, monsieur--bon soir, madame." Not an inflection was changed, not a note was altered. The firm hand of necessity had wound them up day after day, all those three years, and they had ticked together and tocked together to the swing of the pendulum of fortune ever since.
"I shall always love this place," said Sally cheerfully, as they sat down at the same table--_sous l'escalier_.
"Why?"
"Because you first brought me here." She stretched her hand across the table and lovingly touched his fingers. She was happy, then.
"You're not sorry that I did?" he asked seriously.
"Sorry--no! How could I be?" Trouble came too quickly into her eyes.
It left them slower than it came.
"Do you remember what you said to me"--he reminded her--"just before we went on to my rooms?"
"I said so many things."
"No--oh, you didn't. You said so few; but you said one that struck in--deep--straight home."
"What was that?"
"You said I was a gentleman."
"So I believed then, when I first saw you. So I know now, after these three years and more."
"You know it--do you?"
"Yes."
"Yet I've never said anything to you about what I intend to give you for yourself, in your own right."
Pain struck into Sally's eyes. Her lips parted in fear and antic.i.p.ation.
"Have you taken all that on trust?" he continued. "If I were to die, suppose--death is a great deed that even the smallest of us are able to accomplish--Berthe!" He turned to the attendant who was waiting--"Consomme--Omelette aux fines herbes--et poulet roti aux cressons."
"Oui, monsieur--Consomme--pour deux, monsieur?"
"The whole lot pour deux."
Berthe laughed with her little cooing sound in the throat.
"Omelette aux fines herbes, et poulet roti aux cresson--oui, monsieur."
She departed and they listened to the repet.i.tion of it all--
"Deux consommes--deux--" as she shouted it through the little doorway to the kitchen.
"Supposing I were to die," Traill repeated. He leant his elbows on the table and gazed steadily into her eyes.
"Why should you talk like that?" she pleaded, and all the while through her brain scampered the questions--"Does he mean if he were to die? Doesn't he mean if he were to leave me?" They danced a mad dance behind her eyes. Had he looked deep enough, he might have seen their capers.
"Because that sort of thing has to be talked," he said gently. "You haven't the faintest idea whether I've made any provision for you or not. I've often wondered would you ask, but you've never said a word. Aren't you rather foolish? Do you think you take enough care for yourself? Do you think you look far enough into the future? Don't you think you treat life too much in the same way as you did my offer of the umbrella on the top of the Hammersmith 'bus?"
Many another woman would have had it out then; flung the questions at him, preferring knowledge rather than torture of mind. To Sally this was impossible. Again she showed those same characteristics of her father. She hoped against almost all absence of promise; she had faith in the face of the blackest doubt. He had said--if he died--perhaps he meant that. Yet the kissing of his sister lifted like the shadow in a dream before her eyes. She knew he had been with Mrs. Durlacher that afternoon. Could she have won him still further?
Sally knew her own impotence--bowed under it, recognized fully how powerless she was to hold him if once the links in the chain of their caring began to lose their grip. And now, he was offering to make provision for her. Inevitably that seemed to be the beginning of the end. Before, she was his, with that emotional phrase in her mind--as G.o.d had made them. Now she was to become his, because he had bought her, paid for her. There lay in that the difference between two worlds in her mind; and she fought against it with what strength she knew.
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