Life and Gabriella Part 39
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At the beginning of August Gabriella sent the children to the country with Miss Polly, and sailed, on a fast boat, for a brief visit to the great dress designers of Paris. Ever since Madame's age and infirmities had forced her to relinquish this annual trip, Gabriella had taken her place, and all through the year she looked forward to it as to the last of her youthful adventures. On her last visit, Billy and Patty had been in Switzerland; but this summer they met her at Cherbourg; and she spent several brilliant days with them before they flitted off again, and left her to the doubtful consideration of dressmakers and milliners. Patty, who appeared to grow younger and lovelier with each pa.s.sing year, came to her room the evening before they parted, and asked her in a whisper if she had heard of George or Florrie in the ten years since their elopement?
"Not a word--not a single word, darling. I haven't heard his name mentioned since I got my divorce."
"You didn't know, then, that Florrie left him six months after they ran away?"
"No, I didn't know. Does he ever write to you?"
"Not to me, but mother hears from him every now and then when he wants money badly. Of course she doesn't have much to send him, but she gives him every penny she can spare. A year ago she had a letter from some doctor in New Jersey telling her that he was treating George for the drink habit, and that he needed to be kept somewhere for treatment for several months. We sent her the money she needed, Billy and I, but in her next letter she said that George had escaped from the hospital and that she hadn't heard of him since. That must have been about six months ago."
"It's dreadful for his mother," observed Gabriella, with vague compa.s.sion, for she felt as if Patty were speaking of a stranger whose face she was incapable of visualizing in her memory. In the last ten years she had not only forgotten George, but she had forgotten as completely the Gabriella who had once loved him. Though it was still possible for her to revoke the hollow images of the past, she could not restore to these images even the remotest semblance of reality and pa.s.sion. It was as if some nerve--the sentimental nerve--had atrophied.
She could remember George as she remembered the house in Fifty-seventh Street or her wedding-gown which Miss Polly had made; she could say to herself, "I loved him when I married him," or, "It was in such a year that he left me"; but the empty phrases awoke no responsive echoes in her heart; and it would have been impossible to imagine a woman less crushed or permanently saddened by the wreck of her happiness. "I suppose it's hard work that keeps me from thinking about the past," she reflected while she watched Patty's beautiful face framed by the pale gold of her hair. "I suppose it's work that has driven everything else out of my thoughts."
"Have you any idea what became of Florrie?" she asked, moved by a pa.s.sing curiosity.
"She left George for a very rich man she met in London. I believe he had a wife already, but things like that never stood in Florrie's way."
"It's queer, isn't it, because she really has a kind heart."
"Yes, she is kind-hearted when you don't get in her way, but she was born without any morality just as some people are born without any sense of smell or hearing. I know several women over here who are like that--American women, too--and, do you know, they are all surprisingly successful. n.o.body seems to suspect their infirmity, least of all the men who become their victims."
"I sometimes think," observed Gabriella cynically, "that men like women to be without feeling. It saves them so much trouble."
The next day Patty fluttered off like a brilliant b.u.t.terfly, and Gabriella began to suffer acute homesickness for the house in Twenty-third Street and her children. Not once during her stay in Paris did the thought of O'Hara enter her mind; and so completely had she ceased to worry about his friends.h.i.+p for Archibald that it was almost a shock to her when, after landing one September afternoon, she drove up to the gate and found the man and the boy standing together beside a flouris.h.i.+ng border of red geraniums, which appeared almost to cover the yard.
"Oh, look, Ben, there's mother!" cried Archibald; and turning quickly, the two came to meet her.
"My darling, I thought you were still in the country," said Gabriella, kissing her son.
"We've been here almost a week.. The place closed, so we decided to come back to town. It's much nicer here," replied Archibald eagerly. He looked sunburned and vigorous, and it seemed to Gabriella that he had grown prodigiously in six weeks.
"Why, you look so much taller, Archibald!" she exclaimed, laughing with happiness, "or, perhaps, I've been thinking of you as a little boy."
Then, while her manner grew formal, she held out her hand to O'Hara.
"How do you do, Mr. O'Hara?"
He was standing bareheaded in the faint suns.h.i.+ne, and while her eyes rested on his dark red hair, still moist and burnished from brus.h.i.+ng, his tanned and glowing face, and on the tiny flecks of black in the clear gray of his eyes, she was startled by a sensation of strangeness and unreality as if she were looking into his face for the first time.
"Oh, we're well. I've been playing with Archibald. Did you have a good crossing?"
"It was smooth enough, but I got so impatient. I wanted to be with the children."
"Well, I went once, and I was jolly glad to get back again. There was nothing to do over there but loaf and lie around."
There would be nothing else for him, of course, she reflected; and she wondered vaguely if he had ever entered a picture gallery? What would Europe offer to a person possessing neither culture nor a pa.s.sion for clothes?
The driver had placed her bags inside the gate; and O'Hara took charge of them as if it were the most natural thing in the world to carry for a fellow tenant. Upstairs in the sitting-room he put his burden down, unfastened the straps, and commented upon the leather of a bag she had bought in Paris.
"I'd like to have a grip like that myself. Is there anything else I can help about?"
"No, thank you." She was embracing f.a.n.n.y, and she did not glance at him as she responded: "You are very kind, but my trunks are arranged for."
At this he went without a word, and Gabriella began a joyous account of her trip to the children.
"Year after next, if you work hard with your French, you may both go with me. Then you'll be big enough to look after each other while I am with the dressmakers."
"Oh, tell me about the dressmakers, mother. What did you bring me?"
urged f.a.n.n.y, prettily excited by the thought of her gifts. "I need dreadfully some dancing frocks. Carlie has a lovely one her mother has just bought for her."
"I have all your autumn dresses, darling; everything you can possibly need at Miss Bradfordine's."
f.a.n.n.y's eager face grew suddenly fretful. "Am I really to go away to school, mother?"
"Really, precious, both you and Archibald. Think of your poor lonely mother." Breaking off with a start she glanced inquiringly about the room, and turned a hurt look on Miss Polly. "Why, where is Archibald? I thought he was in the room."
"I reckon he must have gone down after Mr. O'Hara. They had just got back from a ball game, and I 'spose they felt like talking about it.
He'll be up again in a minute, because Mr. O'Hara goes out at six o'clock."
"But I've just come home." Her lip trembled. "I should think Archibald would rather be with me."
"Oh, he won't stay, and you'll have him all the evening. Archibald is just crazy about gettin' you back."
Taking off her hat, a jaunty twist of black velvet from Paris, Gabriella went into her bedroom and changed to a gown of clear blue c.r.a.pe, which she took out of the new bag. When she came out again, with her arms filled with f.a.n.n.y's gifts, there was a flush in her usually pale face, and her eyes were bright with determination.
"I put these in my bag, f.a.n.n.y, so you wouldn't have to wait for the trunks. Try on this little white silk."
"Oh, mother, you look so sweet in that blue gown!"
"I got it for almost nothing, dear, but the colour is lovely." Turning restlessly away, she walked to the window and stood looking over Miss Polly's window box down on the brilliant border of red geraniums.
"Has Archibald come upstairs yet, Miss Polly?"
"Not yet, but he'll be up directly. Don't you worry."
For an instant Gabriella hesitated; then crossing the room with a resolute step, she turned, with her hand on the k.n.o.b, and looked back at the startled face of the little seamstress, who was fastening f.a.n.n.y's white gown.
"Well, I'm going after him," she said sternly; "I am going straight downstairs to find him."
CHAPTER VII
READJUSTMENTS
For a minute Gabriella stood outside the door of what had once been the drawing-room of the house, while she listened attentively to the sound of animated voices within. Then suddenly Archibald's breezy laugh rang out into the hail, and raising her hand from the k.n.o.b, she knocked softly on the white-painted panel of the door.
"Come in!" called O'Hara's voice carelessly; and Gabriell entered and imperatively held out her hand to her son, who was standing by the window.
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