Black Oxen Part 37
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XLII
She was not sorry to forego the doubtful luxury of meditation on the sadness of life. When Miss Trevor's card was brought to her she told the servant to show her up and bring tea immediately. She was not interested in Agnes Trevor, a younger sister of Polly Vane, but at all events she would talk about her settlement work and give a comfortably commonplace atmosphere to the room in which tragic clouds were rising.
As it had happened, Mary, during these past weeks, had seen little of New York women between the relics of her old set and their lively Society-loving daughters. The women between forty and fifty, whether devoted to fas.h.i.+on, politics, husbands, children, or good works, had so far escaped her, and Agnes Trevor, who lived with Mrs. Vane, was practically the only representative of the intermediate age with whom she had exchanged a dozen words. But the admirable spinster had taken up the cause of the Vienna children with enthusiasm and raised a good deal of money, besides contributing liberally herself. She was forty-two, and, although she was said to have been a beautiful girl, was now merely patrician in appearance, very tall and thin and spinsterish, with a clean but faded complexion, and hair-colored hair beginning to turn gray. She had left Society in her early twenties and devoted herself to moralizing the East Side.
She came in with a light step and an air of subdued bright energy, very smartly but plainly dressed in dark blue tweed, with a large black hat in which a wing had been accurately placed by the best milliner in New York. Her clothes were so well-worn, and her grooming was so meticulous, her accent so clean and crisp, her manner so devoid of patronage, yet subtly remote, her controlled heart so kind that she perennially fascinated the buxom, rather sloppy, preternaturally acute, and wholly unaristocratic young ladies of the East Side.
Mary, who had a dangerous habit of characterizing people in her Day Book, had written when she met Agnes Trevor: "She radiates intelligence, good will, cheeriness, innate superiority and uncompromising virginity."
"Dear Mary!" she exclaimed in her crisp bright tones as she kissed her amiable hostess. "How delightful to find you alone. I was afraid you would be surrounded as usual."
"Oh, my novelty is wearing off," said Mary drily. "But I will tell them to admit no one else today. I find I enjoy one person at a time.
One gets rather tired in New York of the unfinished sentence."
"Oh, do." Mary's quick eye took note of a certain repressed excitement in the fine eyes of her guest, who had taken an upright chair.
Lounging did not accord with that spare ascetic figure. "And you are quite right. It is seldom one has anything like real conversation.
One has to go for that to those of our older women who have given up Society to cultivate the intellects G.o.d gave them."
"Are there any?" murmured Mary.
"Oh, my dear, yes. But, of course, you've had no time to meet them in your mad whirl. Now that things have slowed down a bit you _must_ meet them."
"I'm afraid it's too late. I sail in a fortnight."
"Oh!" Miss Trevor's voice shook oddly, and the slow color crept up her cheeks. But at that moment the tea was brought in.
"Will you pour it out?" asked Mary. "I'm feeling rather lazy."
"Of course." Miss Trevor was brightly acquiescent. She seated herself before the table. The man retired with instructions that Madame was not at home to other callers.
Mary watched her closely as she stirred the tea with a little business-like air, warmed the cups, distributed the lemon and then poured out the clear brown fluid.
"Formosa Oolong," she said, sniffing daintily. "The only tea. I hate people who drink scented teas, don't you? I'm going to have a very strong cup, so I'll wait a minute or two. I'm--rather tired."
"You? You look as if you never relaxed in your sleep. How do you keep it up?"
"Oh, think of the life the younger women lead. Mine is a quiet amble along a country road by comparison... . But ... monotonous!"
The last word came out with the effect of a tiny explosion. It evidently surprised Miss Trevor herself, for she frowned, poured out a cup of tea that was almost black, and began sipping it with a somewhat elaborate concentration for one so simple and direct of method.
"I'm afraid good works are apt to grow monotonous. A sad commentary on the triumphs of civilization over undiluted nature." Mary continued to watch the torch bearer of the East Side. "Don't you sometimes hate it?"
She asked the question idly, interested for the moment in probing under another sh.e.l.l hardened in the mould of time, and half-hoping that Agnes would be natural and human for once, cease to be the bright well-oiled machine. She was by no means prepared for what she got.
Miss Trevor gulped down the scalding tea in an almost unladylike manner, and put the cup down with a shaking hand.
"That's what I've come to see you about," she said in a low intense voice, and her teeth set for a moment as if she had taken a bit between them. "Mary, you've upset my life."
"I? What next!"
"I suppose you have troubles of your own, dear, and I hate to bother you with mine----"
"Oh, mine amount to nothing at present. And if I can help you----"
She felt no enthusiasm at the prospect, but she saw that the woman was laboring under excitement of some sort, and if she could not give her sympathy at least she might help her with sound practical advice.
Moreover, she was in for it. "Better tell me all about it."
"It is terribly hard. I'm so humiliated--and--and I suppose no more reticent woman ever lived."
"Oh, reticence! Why not emulate the younger generation? I'm not sure--although I prefer the happy medium myself--that they are not wiser than their grandmothers and their maiden aunts. On the principle that confession is good for the soul, I don't believe that women will be so obsessed by--well, let us say, s.e.x, in the future."
Miss Trevor flushed darkly. "It is possible... . That's what I am--a maiden aunt. Just that and nothing more."
"Nothing more? I thought you were accounted one of the most useful women in serious New York. A sort of mother to the East Side."
"Mother? How could I be a mother? I'm only a maiden aunt even down there. Not that I want to be a mother----"
"I was going to ask you why you did not marry even now. It is not too late to have children of your own----"
"Oh, yes, it is. That's all over--or nearly. But I can't say that I ever did long for children of my own, although I get on beautifully with them."
"Well?" asked Mary patiently, "what is it you do want?"
"A husband!" This time there was no doubt about the explosion.
Mary felt a faint sensation of distaste, and wondered if she were reverting to type as a result of this recent a.s.sociation with the generation that still clung to the distastes and the disclaimers of the nineteenth century. "Why didn't you marry when you were a girl? I am told that you were quite lovely."
"I hated the thought. I was in love twice; but I had a sort of cold purity that I was proud of. The bare idea of--of _that_ nauseated me."
"Pity you hadn't done settlement work first. That must have knocked prudishness out of you, I should think."
"It horrified me so that for several years I hardly could go on with it, and I have always refused to mix the s.e.xes in my house down there, but, of course, I could not help hearing things--seeing things--and after a while I did get hardened--and ceased to be revolted. I learned to look upon all that sort of thing as a matter of course. But it was too late then. I had lost what little looks I had ever possessed. I grew to look like an old maid long before I was thirty. Why is nature so cruel, Mary?"
"I fancy a good many American women develop very slowly s.e.xually. You were merely one of them. I wonder you had the climacteric so early.
But nature is very fond of taking her little revenges. You defied her and she smote you."
"Oh, yes, she smote me! But I never fully realized it until you came."
"I hardly follow you."
"Oh, don't you see? You have shown us that women can begin life over again, undo their awful mistakes. And yet I don't dare--don't dare----"
"Why not, pray? Better come with me to Vienna if you haven't the courage to face the music here."
"Oh, I haven't the courage. I couldn't carry things off with such a high hand as you do. You were always high and mighty, they say, and have done as you pleased all your life. You don't care a pin whether we approve of what you've done or not. It's the way you're made. But I--couldn't stand it. The admission of vanity, of--of--after the life I've led. The young women would say, in their nasty slang, that I was probably man-crazy."
"And aren't you?" asked Mary coolly. "Isn't that just what is the matter? The s.e.x-imagination often outlives the withering of the s.e.x-glands. Come now, admit it. Forget that you are a pastel-tinted remnant of the old order and call a spade a spade."
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