The Age Of Desire: A Novel Part 13
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"I don't hear a thing. I'm in Paris and they're over there," Teddy says ruefully.
"You and I will have to motor out to Villemer then," Harry says in his easy way. "A fellow's raising some beauties out that way. I'm thinking of s.n.a.t.c.hing a few up for my farm."
Champagne is poured, and, feeling certain that Harry's got Teddy distracted, Edith relaxes into a conversation with Andre about French politics. Then her heart lurches. Across the restaurant she sees a golden sight: Morton in his crisp suit, a garnet waistcoat, his top hat in hand, crossing the gla.s.sed room toward their table. When he spots her, his smile flows like light into a room after a cloud uncovers the sun.
Eliot leans toward her and, making sure his voice is too low for Teddy to hear, whispers, "Put your tongue back in your mouth, my dear." She glances at him sharply. But even his tart comment can't take away the pleasure she feels in Morton's sweet presence.
"Monsieur Chevrillon, Mr. Wharton. Eliot . . . Mrs. Wharton." He takes each of their hands with a gallantry that would be comic if it were not so graceful. "And sir, I don't think we've met."
"This is my brother," Edith says.
"Well, what an unexpected honor!" Morton declares, then chooses the empty seat beside Edith.
"Dearest," he whispers to her. She looks to make sure neither Eliot nor Harry is watching before she lifts her face and throws beams of kindness on him.
"I had no idea you were going to be here," she says.
"Eliot invited me."
"Eliot?" Edith feels a moment's panic. Is this some sort of trap that Eliot's concocted? Eliot was the one who told her to "be circ.u.mspect," who said Fullerton was not to be trusted. He also said if she was drawn in by him, he would be only too happy to watch the spectacle. She s.h.i.+vers.
"Pigs?" she overhears Eliot saying to Teddy. "Eating them is the only thing I ever plan to do with pigs. Hideous, filthy creatures." Edith sees that Teddy's face is growing red.
He booms. "Not hideous. A great deal more sensitive than a jacka.s.s like you. And likely more intelligent."
"Teddy!" Edith cautions. Why, oh, why did she bring him? She is furious at Anna for suggesting it.
"Now don't get all het up, Ted," Harry says. "Most people don't realize that pigs . . . are not what they seem."
Morton leans past Edith so he can be heard by Teddy and Eliot. "It's ironic you should be speaking about swine. We ran an article in the Times just last week about how researchers have discovered that pigs are some of the most intelligent creatures on the planet." Edith notices how Morton's blue eyes sparkle like aquamarines. "They say they have the apt.i.tude of dogs. They may even be smarter."
"That's right, Mr. Fullerton. That's just right," Teddy says. Edith flashes Morton a grateful smile. And when she does, she feels his smooth warm fingers interlocking with hers under the tablecloth. The sensation overtakes her, almost stings in its intensity. But at the same time, Eliot is leaning toward her with an aside.
"Your Mr. Fullerton could charm the peel off a banana," he hisses to Edith with a snort. "And has, I've heard."
"Hush," Edith says, elbowing him. She's aware of how ironic it is to be elbowing Eliot, the man who warned her away from Morton, while at the same time holding hands with the man in question.
She looks over at Harry, who is observing her wryly. He smiles. "This is a lovely place for a meal!" he says. Ah, the cla.s.sic Jones attempt at distracting from a set-to. Surely he learned it from their father, who was often called on to defuse uncomfortable situations created by their mother but rarely did it gracefully.
"Well, why don't we order our luncheon," Eliot proclaims, opening his menu. "I hear the sole meuniere is divine."
"When will we have another day together?" Morton whispers to Edith.
"I might just have the boeuf," she says. Then, shaking her head sadly, she gestures toward Teddy with her eyes." I wish I knew," she says so softly she can hardly hear her own voice.
The longing, the pa.s.sion in his eyes jabs her. Perhaps their time apart since his visit to the Rue de Varenne has quickened his interest.
"Senlis," Morton says to her.
"Pardon?"
"We could go to Senlis. It's everything they say it is. And not so very far by motor."
"Yes, Senlis is a lovely place," Eliot says too loudly, proving it hasn't taken much to hear their conversation. "If you're fond of the medieval, that is. And you are, aren't you, Edith?" Edith lets go of Morton's hand. "You're our own little Eleanor of Aquitaine. . . ."
"Perhaps you could come with us," Morton says, taking the bait.
"Oh no. I'm sure you two wouldn't appreciate extra company."
"Your company, Eliot, is always appreciated," Morton says with too flowery a spin. Eliot glares at him. Edith gets up.
"I'm going to go have a cigarette before the sky opens up. It's getting dark out there." She can't get away from the table fast enough, desperate for the outside air, however cold it may be.
Out in the courtyard, she draws a cigarette from her purse and lights it. Her hands are shaking. It has indeed grown chillier, and that dark cloud lumbering toward them looks like snow. She leans against the pergola and closes her eyes. Come summer, this courtyard will be aflutter with flowering vines. The outdoor tables will be adorned with candles and pink napkins and zinnias, and the chairs which are now tilted forward on their front legs and resting against the tables will cradle colorful cus.h.i.+ons to comfort lovers who've come for a meal away from town and a breath of cool air. How nice if she and Morton could steal away in her motor and spend a few hours in the dazzling summer sun together. But the thought evokes pain rather than joy, because come summer, they will be an ocean apart: Edith, imprisoned with Teddy at The Mount, Morton slaving for the Times. They have a mere three months together until they must part. How she aches thinking of it!
She finishes the cigarette and is wondering if she should smoke another when she sees Harry crossing the courtyard with a concerned expression.
"I think you'd better come back, Edith. Teddy's making a bit of a ruckus."
Following quickly on Harry's heels, Edith discovers Teddy standing over Eliot Gregory, bellowing. He's raising a b.u.t.ter knife in his hand as though it is dangerous. The entire restaurant is watching. His face is as red as a side of beef. His other hand is gripped into a fist. Morton is standing beside him, attempting to settle him down. But Teddy is focused on Eliot.
"How dare you say that about my wife! I tell you, a man can only take so much. You rotter! G.o.d, my head is bursting. And you bait me. You taunt me."
"Now, Ted. I hardly said a thing. . . ." Eliot looks like a scared child. "I can't imagine what I did to set you off."
"Teddy!" Edith comes up to him and gently wrests the knife from his hand. "Come on, dear. I'm sure Cook would be all too happy to take us home." Her voice is as smooth and even as she can make it. "After all, you're not feeling well. It was selfish of me to take you out, feeling as you do. . . ."
Edith sees that Morton is watching Teddy with raised eyebrows, and then his gaze moves to Edith's face with distress.
"Look, Edith, don't trouble yourself," Harry says with unexpected cheerfulness. "I'll motor Ted back. You stay here and have luncheon with your friends."
"Harry, I . . ."
"No, do as I say." And then he leans toward her. "You could use a rest. Besides, Ted and I can have a nice chat. And my dyspepsia knocks out my appet.i.te these days anyway. What do you say, Ted? You wouldn't mind returning to Paris with an old friend, would you?"
Teddy shakes his head.
"Oh, Harry, that's kind," Edith says. "Really kind."
"Nonsense. I want to talk to my brother-in-law. What better opportunity! Catch up on horse talk. Come on, old boy. I want to show you my new motor. It's a stunner."
Edith is relieved to see Teddy following her brother meekly. When they have left the restaurant, everyone settles back in their seats with a heaviness, and relief. For a moment, there is total silence, a group of four people gazing at their plates. And then, suddenly, like children after a playground skirmish, they simultaneously begin to giggle.
"Is he often like this?" Eliot asks. "Good G.o.d, Edith. It's rather frightening. I'd have him committed if I were you."
"Easy," Morton says sternly.
"What did you do to set him off, Eliot?" Edith asks.
"Don't blame me. Absolutely nothing. A little teasing about how successful you are. And how's he going to have to be quite the man to hold on to a famous lady like yourself. He's always been up for a bit of ribbing before."
Edith gnashes her teeth. "To say that that was unwise in his present condition is an understatement."
"Well, how was I to know he had a condition?"
Edith shakes her head, narrows her eyes. "I knew you liked your mischief, but I didn't think you could be so cruel."
"Let us set aside our differences and get down to the business of eating," Andre says. "All this drama gives me an appet.i.te. Like being at the theatre. Garcon!"
By the time they've completed their lunch, fat flakes of snow have covered the gla.s.s roof and coated the drive.
"How did you get here?" Edith asks Morton as they stand on the threshold of the restaurant, Edith ruing that she didn't wear her boots.
"The omnibus."
"The omnibus? Not even a cab?"
"I am not a rich man," he says plainly.
"Well then, drive back with me. We'll have a nice chat." She says this right in front of Eliot, turning defiantly to catch his eye. She kisses Andre good-bye but nods coolly at Eliot. He squints at her sheepishly.
"I had no idea he'd go off like that, Edith. Honest. . . ." He holds up both hands like a bystander at a bank robbery.
"Well, perhaps you ought to have," she says sharply, knowing full well that making Eliot Gregory an enemy is a surefire way to find oneself caricatured in his column.
Cook pulls up with the Panhard, and Edith and Morton climb in. Once the doors have closed, the snow-coated light inside is soft and gray and comforting, as though a quilt has been thrown over the entire motorcar. Through the shrouded window, she can see only the faintest outline of Eliot skulking off to his motor. She stamps the skin of snow off her shoes and it sparkles as it melts on the floor of the Panhard.
"Well then, this is much better than you waiting for an omnibus in this weather."
Morton smiles with relief. "Far better," he says. "Thank you, patroness." He takes her hand, examining it for a moment then sliding his thumb over each of her fingers, twisting her rings straight. "I'm awfully worried about you," he says, when the road noise has created enough of a buzz that Cook is unlikely to hear them. "I had no idea Teddy's condition was so precarious. Is he always like this?"
"This is as bad as I've ever seen him."
"You must feel cursed, trapped. I can't even imagine. . . . My poor dear."
"I'm glad you know now. That you've seen it firsthand and don't just a.s.sume I'm simply carping about my husband. I feel guilty complaining about him. He's the one who's suffering."
"It's frightening to see someone change, isn't it?" Morton gets a faraway look in his eye, as though he is drawing on a memory of his own.
"Last time he was ill like this, he was melancholy. It's more than that now. Now he's obstreperous, unpredictable."
He takes her hand and kisses it. Then he leans over and kisses her nose and, with a finger, tenderly smoothes the lock on her forehead. She knows she should be worried that Cook might be watching, but this kindness is so necessary to her right now, so exquisitely what she wants. To get just what one wants when one wants it: has it ever happened to her before? How rare, how deeply satisfying it feels. And the richest part of his ministrations is that she feels so utterly understood.
"It's heaven to be with you," he whispers.
"When I saw you in the restaurant today, I felt as though I were dreaming. I was so happy. And to think it was Eliot who invited you. . . ."
"I had no idea he had designs in asking me to come."
"It was as though he were trying to spin a drama. . . ."
"I wish we could steal away from everyone," Morton says. "And just go where no one cares who we are. . . ."
"I've never felt so in need of escape. But Teddy . . . I hardly feel I can leave him. Anna helps. Anna always helps."
"She doesn't like me."
"Oh, nonsense. Anna doesn't have an opinion about people."
"I'm quite sure you're wrong about that." The solemnity of his voice carries a warning.
Edith shrugs. "It's always seemed to me if I like someone, she does as well."
"She's protective of you. She doesn't trust me yet. But if she's willing, maybe we can employ Anna to babysit Mr. Wharton, and we'll go off for a nice drive somewhere. Next Sat.u.r.day perhaps, when I'm free for a full day. I need to be alone with you. I need to be with you."
"A full day. Just those words! Could a day ever feel so full as to spend it with you? An entire day without the whole world needing our attention. Oh, Morton. Can we really make it happen?" She hears herself, and knows she sounds young, overexcited. Foolish, even. And yet the idea of having so much time with the one person who pleases her most is irresistible.
"But do you understand what I'm saying, Edith?"
She looks up at his face. "I think I do." Does she? Is he saying he wants the sort of intimacy she is uncertain to be able to give him?
But Morton hasn't dropped the thread of Teddy's distressing behavior. "You don't think Teddy would ever become . . . truly violent. . . ."
Edith is quiet for a moment. "He's always been a kind man. He's bl.u.s.tery more than dangerous."
"The way he held that knife to Gregory . . ."
"It was a b.u.t.ter knife."
"But if he ever found out you and I . . . had feelings for each other . . . what would he do?"
Edith can't help but smile at hearing that Morton has feelings for her, however obliquely. "He won't find out," she says.
Morton shakes his head. He doesn't appear soothed by her words.
"Teddy wouldn't do anything that might hurt me. He loves me."
"It's because he loves you that I worry."
"You know he and I have been nothing to each other for years but two yoked oxen. I'm sure there have been other women. . . . I've accepted that."
"That's different."
"Is it? Why?"
"Women are more forgiving about such things."
"Are they indeed?"
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