The Sisters In Law Part 51
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I
One day at the Hotel Crillon she thought she had found him.
She had pa.s.sed the portals of that fortress with some delay, for the American Commission protected itself as if it dwelt under the shadow of imminent a.s.sa.s.sination and theft; whereas it was merely exclusive. The sentries at the door demanded her permit, and pa.s.sed her in with intense suspicion to the inner guard. This was composed of three polite but very young lieutenants in smart new uniforms with no blight of war on them, and flagrantly of the American aristocracy.
With these she had less trouble, for they recognized her social status and accepted her explanation that she had been invited for tea with one of the ladies of the Commission. Nevertheless, they knew their duty and Alexina was followed up to the door of her hostess' suite by another young guardian who watched her entrance through the sacred door as carefully as if he suspected her of carrying a bomb in her m.u.f.f.
II
The party numbered about thirty, and Alexina, after chatting with the few she knew, was standing apart by a small table drinking a cup of tea with three lumps of sugar in it and consuming cakes like a greedy boarding-school girl home for the holidays, when she caught sight of a man in the British khaki, a major by his insignia, a tall man, thin and straight, standing with his back to her at the opposite end of the room. He was talking to the host and a small group of men. She glimpsed something like half of his profile when he turned from the host for a moment. Like all men in khaki, when not p.r.o.nounced brunettes, his complexion and hair looked the same color as his uniform.
Nevertheless ... if she could only see his eyes ... he turned his full profile ... she had never glanced at Gathbroke's profile; he had given her no opportunity! ... Certainly she had not the faintest idea whether the man of the emba.s.sy had had a snub nose or the thin straight feature of this man who would have attracted her attention in any ease if only because he did not carry his shoulders with the disillusioning obliquity of the British Army ... why did he not turn round? Alexina felt an impulse to throw her cup straight across the room at the back of that well-shaped head.
Suddenly he shook hands with his host, nodded to the others and left the room.
III
Alexina set her cup and saucer down on the table, forebore to interrupt her hostess, who was known to talk steadily in order to avoid questions, and walked quickly and deliberately out after him. It is a primitive instinct in woman to chase the male; but civilization having initiated her into the art of permitting him to chase her, Alexina was merely bent upon giving this man his chance if the interest had been mutual and existed beyond the moment.
One lift was descending as she reached the outer corridor and the other was closed. She ran down the wide staircase as rapidly as a woman in fas.h.i.+onable skirts may. There was no British uniform in the hall below.
IV
She stood for a quarter of an hour under the arcade before the Crillon waiting for a taxi, staring out into the dreary mist of rain, at the round soft blurs of light in the Place de la Concorde, but in no wise depressed. What did it matter if she had not met him to-day? The conviction that she should meet him before long was as strong as if she were ever hopeful sixteen.... That was the real secret of her elation.
She felt very young and entirely carefree. She reflected that if she had met Gathbroke, or whoever he might be, during the last three years of the war she would have felt neither joy nor elation, however interested she might have been. To love and dream and enjoy when men were falling every minute, writhing in agony, gasping out their life, would have seemed to her grossly unaesthetic if nothing worse. It was not in the picture. The primal impulses she had experienced at the front to that harsh music of Death's orchestra were natural enough; but safe (comparatively!) in Paris, certainly quiet, the romance of love would have been as incongruous and heartless as to go out to the great hospital at Neuilly and tango through a ward of dying men.
But now! She had done her part. She could do no more. Men still must die, but in every comfort, with every consolation. And there would be no more recruits.
She was free. She was young, young, young again.
And at this moment her heart emptied itself of song and sank like lead in her breast. She pressed her m.u.f.f against her face to hide the sudden grimace she was sure contorted it; there had been few moments in her life when she had not been mistress of her features, but this was one of them.
Gora Dwight was walking rapidly toward her.
CHAPTER VI
I
Gora did not see her sister-in-law for a moment and Alexina had time to recover her poise and make sharp swift observations. She had not seen Gora for four years, nor exchanged a line with her. She had almost forgotten her. The changes were more striking than in herself, who had been always slight. Gora's superb bust had disappeared; her face was gaunt, throwing into prominence its width and the high cheek bones. Her eyes were enormous in her thin brown face; to Alexina's excited imagination they looked like polar seas under a gray sky brooding above innumerable dead. There were lines about her handsome mouth, closer and firmer than ever. How she must have worked, poor thing! What sights, what suffering, what despair ... four long years of it. But she had evidently had her discharge. She wore an extremely well-cut brown tailored suit, good furs, and a small turban with a red wing.
What was she in Paris for? ... What ... what ...
II
Gora saw her and almost ran forward, that brilliant inner light that had always been her chief attraction breaking through her cold face ...
sunlight sparkling on polar seas ... oh, yes, Gora had her charm!
"Alexina! It isn't possible! I was going to ask at the American Emba.s.sy for your address. I only arrived last night."
Alexina had lowered her m.u.f.f and her face expressed only the warmest surprise and welcome. "Gora! It's too wonderful! But I suppose you couldn't go home without seeing Paris?"
"Rather not! It's the first chance I've had, too. Where can we have a talk?"
"It's too late for tea. Come out to my pension and spend the night.
Janet and Alice have gone to Nice for a few days' rest. You'll be hideously uncomfortable--"
"Not any more than where I am--sharing a room with three others. Where can I telephone? In here?"
"Good heavens, no. Take a liberty with a duke, but with the American aristocracy, never. Come down to the Meurice. Perhaps we can find a cab there. This seems to be hopeless. Everybody comes to the Crillon in a private car or a military automobile. Taxis appear to avoid it."
III
It only took half an hour to get the telephone connection and another to seize by force a taxi, which, however, deposited them at the etoile.
The driver explained unamiably that he wanted his dinner; and a bribe, unless unthinkable, would have been useless. In these days taxi drivers made fifty francs a day in tips, and, as a Frenchman knows exactly what he wants and calculates to a nicety when he has enough, valuing rest and nutriment above even the delights of gouging foolish Americans, Alexina knew that it would be useless to argue and did not even waste energy in announcing her opinion of him for taking a fare under false pretenses. There was no other cab in sight and they walked the rest of the way. But both were inured to hards.h.i.+ps and took their mishap good-naturedly, trudging the long distance under their umbrellas.
IV
After a very bad dinner in an airless room as frugally lighted they made themselves comfortable in Alexina's room over the oil stove she had bought, and supplied through Olive's influence with the higher powers. She took off her street clothes and put on a thick dressing gown, giving her sister-in-law a quilted red wrapper of Janet's, which threw some warmth into Gora's pale cheeks. She looked comfortable, almost happy, as she smoked her cigarette in the arm-chair.
Alexina curled up on the bed.
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