The Dominant Strain Part 33
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"For nine days, no; for the tenth, yes," Thayer said decidedly. "We both know that, some time or other, Lorimer is bound to go on another spree.
No; there's no use in being too hard on him. The time has pa.s.sed, if it ever existed, when he was as responsible as you would be, or I. It's in his blood, and he has lost all his nerve to fight it out. But, when that spree comes, if it comes while they are up there, Mrs. Lorimer must have someone to stand back of her. Who is there?"
Bobby shook his head.
"I don't know," he confessed. "I would go, if I could; but I can't."
There was a long silence between the two men. Thayer, sitting at his desk, was absently measuring his blotting pad with a letter, so many envelopes' length this way, so many that. The letter was from the impresario, reminding him that his decision was due, that night, and urging him to accept the offer. At length, Thayer turned around away from the desk, and faced Bobby.
"Is there a hotel near there?" he asked.
"Half a mile away."
"Open at this season?"
"Yes, there are always cranks and consumptives, you know."
Thayer faced back again and measured the blotter anew. Then he tossed the letter aside and, rising, walked across to the mantel.
"I think I'll go up there for a little while," he said briefly.
"Thayer! You can't."
"Why not?"
"Because you mustn't. It's impossible."
Thayer mistook his meaning.
"I can't see the impossibility, Dane. Lorimer was--is my friend. I knew him long before I ever heard of Mrs. Lorimer. I was their guest at Monomoy for a month, last summer, too. We both of us know that I can hold Lorimer, when n.o.body else can. I don't pretend to understand it, myself; but the fact remains. All in all, I think I am the best possible person to go."
His voice was quiet, yet its every accent was final and uncompromising.
Before its dignity, Bobby felt like a rebuked child. He hastened to justify himself.
"I wasn't thinking of that at all, Thayer. The idea would have been an insult both to you and to Beatrix. I know that Beatrix feels she can rely on you to manage Lorimer; but nevertheless it is absolutely out of the question for you to go."
"Why?"
"Your engagements for the winter."
"I have made no engagements yet."
"Is that a fact?"
"As a general rule, I tell the truth," Thayer answered dryly.
"Well, you are sure to make some."
"Perhaps. When I do, it will be time enough for me to keep them."
"But your reputation!" Bobby urged.
"What of it?"
"How is it going to stand your burying yourself in the wilderness, just when you have the city at your feet?"
"It will have to stand it. It will, if it is worth anything at all."
"Thayer, you sha'n't!" Bobby protested. "It's Quixotic and idiotic. You sha'n't spoil your own good life for the sake of Lorimer's bad one. He isn't worth it."
Thayer straightened his shoulders and threw back his head.
"What about Mrs. Lorimer?" he asked steadily.
The clock marked the pa.s.sing seconds until hundreds of them had gone away, never to return. Then Bobby crossed the room and laid his hand on Thayer's shoulder.
"Thayer," he said slowly; "you are a fool, an utterly asinine fool; but I can't help wis.h.i.+ng that there were a few more fools in the world just like you."
And in that instant, it flashed into Bobby Dane's mind that, ever since he had first come to know Cotton Mather Thayer, he had been expecting and awaiting just such a scene.
Late that same afternoon, Miss Gannion's card was brought to Beatrix.
All that day, she had denied herself to callers; not even Sally Van Osdel had been admitted. Ten minutes before Miss Gannion came, Beatrix would have said that she too must be sent away; but, as she read the name on the card, she felt a sudden impulsive longing to see her old-time friend.
Miss Gannion wasted no words on conventional greeting.
"You dear child!" she said quietly. "I know a little about what has happened; but it is all I need to know. Talk about it or not, just as you choose."
Urged or repressed, Beatrix would have held herself steady, reticent.
All day long, she had kept herself quiet, going through her usual domestic routine, answering notes of invitation and then methodically sorting out the clothing she would need during her absence from town.
She had refused her mother's help and she had sent away her maid; it was a relief to her to keep busy. Left to herself and idle, the future easily could have occupied her whole attention; but as yet she was not strong enough to face it. Strange to say, there had been no benumbing effect of her sorrow. From the first hour, she had been able to grasp with dreary clearness all its details, all its effect upon the present and upon the future which now to her was freighted with a double burden of anxiety and alarm.
All day long until late afternoon, she had forced this quiet upon herself; but it could not go on indefinitely. Already the tug and wrench upon her nerves was slackening, and Miss Gannion's words brought the swift revulsion. The older woman shrank before the storm of pa.s.sionate sorrow. Then she braced herself to bear it, for she realized that it was the flood which must inevitably follow the breaking down of the d.y.k.es that for months had pent in the seas of a daily and hourly agony such as a weaker soul than that of Beatrix could never know.
It was long before Beatrix dared trust her voice to speak, and then Miss Gannion was startled at the utter dreariness of her tone.
"It has all been a horrible mistake," she said slowly. "I thought I was stronger. I did believe that I could hold him, Miss Gannion. I didn't rush into it carelessly, as most girls do. I knew all the danger. I thought about it, and measured it against my strength and against the strength of his love. I truly thought I could hold him."
"I know, dear," Miss Gannion said gently. "I thought so, too."
"But I couldn't. I did try, try my best. But it was no use. And yet, he did love me, just as I did love him."
"Did love?" Miss Gannion questioned, for Beatrix had paused, as if challenging her.
"Yes, did love. My love is dead, Miss Gannion."
"But it may come back."
"Never. It never can. He has killed it utterly. I am sorry. I don't know why I am telling you, for no one else must know it, not even Sidney himself. He doesn't suspect it at all now, and I mean that he never shall. If I made the mistake in the first place, I ought to be the one to suffer for it, not he."
"But he loves you now," Miss Gannion said unsteadily.
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