REVOLT
I sat in my corner sipping tea. Being merely a man, middle-aged and
something of a misogynist into the bargain, I was aware that as an
active, useful force in this situation, I was a negligible quality.
But it is interesting to record my impressions of the engagement. It
began actively, I believe, when Marcia called Jerry from Una's group
and appeared to appropriate him. Jerry looked ill at ease and from the
glances he cast in the direction of Channing Lloyd, and the sullen way
in which he spoke to Marcia, I think that all was not well with this
ill-sorted pair.
I think that Channing Lloyd had for some time been a bone of
contention between them and it required little imagination on my part
to decide that his presence here today at Marcia's request had broken
some agreement between them. Mere surmise, of course, but interesting.
Marcia was stubborn and showed her defiance of Jerry's wishes by
retaliation at Una's expense. But by this time other people who had
come in from the fishing had joined Una's group by the window where
the intruder seemed to be oblivious of Marcia and quite in her
element. Indeed for the moment Marcia was out of it and her
conversation with Jerry having apparently reached an _impasse_, she
rose, leaving the tea-table to Christopher's ministrations and
advanced valiantly to the attack.
Una promptly made room for her on the window sill, a wise bit of
generalship which forced the enemy at once into polite subterfuge.
"It's _so_ nice to see you, Una dear. How did you manage to escape
from all your tiresome work at the Mission?"
"I could do it very nicely this week-end," said Una cheerfully. "Why
haven't you been to any of the committee meetings?"
"It has been _so_ warm. And of course while _you_ are in charge we all
know that everything _must_ be going right."
"It's kind of you to say so. You know, wonderful things have been
happening at the Mission. We're building a day nursery on the next
block to help the working women. Jerry has been awfully kind. Of
course you knew about it."
"Yes, of course," said Marcia, not turning a hair.
She lied. I knew that Jerry had kept the matter secret even from
Marcia. I figured that the revelation must have been something of a
shock to one of her intriguing nature, but she covered her grievance
skillfully.
"Jerry is very generous," she said sweetly. "Do tell me about it."
Here Jerry blundered in rather sheepishly. "Oh, I say, Una, that's a
secret, you know."
"Oh, is it?" said Una innocently. "I can't see why. Marcia knows.
Everybody ought to. It was such a splendid thing to do."
"Jerry is so modest," said Marcia.
"The plans are simply adorable," Una went on quickly. "You know,
Jerry, we simply had to have that open-air school on the roof. You
know, you didn't object--"
"N--no--of course," said Jerry, shifting his feet.
"And the ward for nursing babies--we _did_ put those windows in the
west wall. You know we were a little uncertain about that."
"So we were," echoed Jerry dismally.
This was merely the preliminary skirmish with Una's outposts holding
their positions close to the enemy's lines. But Marcia was not to be
daunted. She opened fire immediately.
"It's simply _dear_ of you, Una, to take so much interest in the work.
I'm sure Jerry must have frightful difficulties in managing to spend
his income. But to have his _oldest friend_ to help him must relieve
him of a tremendous burden of responsibility."
The outposts withdrew to the main line of skirmirshers and there
opened fire again, from cover.
"It isn't so much a matter of friendship as of real interest in the
needs of the community, you know. Anyone else would do quite as well
as I; for instance, you, Marcia."
"But you see," Marcia countered coolly, "I haven't known Jerry
_nearly_ so long as you have."
"Haven't you?"
"I don't think so. Have I, Jerry?"
Jerry evaded the issue with some skill.
"Friendships aren't reckoned in terms of time," he put in with a short
laugh. "If they were I'd be the most solitary person under the sun."
Marcia merely smiled, saying nothing, and when she joined the talk of
another group I saw Una's gaze following her curiously.
She seemed to be able to understand Marcia little better than I did.
But in a moment from my seat in the corner just beside them I saw Una
look about the room and give a little gasp of pleasure.
"This cabin! Do you remember, Jerry?" she said quietly. "You gave me a
cup of tea here and we decided just what you and I were going to do
with the wicked world?"
"Oh, don't I? And you told me all about the plague spots?"
"Yes." She gazed out of the window. "You were interesting that day,
Jerry."
"Was! I like that."
"So elephantine in your seriousness--"
"Elephantine! Oh, I say--"
"But you _were_ nice. I don't think I've ever liked you so much as
then. I think you're really much more interesting when you're
elephantine. It was quite glorious the way you were planning to go
galumphing over all vice and wickedness."
He shook his head soberly.
"I haven't made good, Una."
"Oh, there's still time. The jungle is still there, but it's an
awfully big jungle, Jerry, bigger than you thought."
"Yes--bigger and swampier," he said slowly.
"I think if I could see more of you, Una, I might be better."
"I don't know that I've ever denied you the house," she laughed.
"I--I'm coming soon. But I want you to see my place here--the house,
I mean. Couldn't you come with your mother and--and sisters and spend
a few days up here?"
"Perhaps it would be time enough for me to answer that question when
mother does. I--I _am_ busy, you know."
"Please! And we can have one of our good old chats."
"Yes," and then mischievously, "but you'd better ask Marcia first,
don't you think?"
His gaze fell and he reddened.
"I--I don't quite see what Marcia's got to do with it," he muttered.
"Oh, _don't_ you?"
"No."
She smiled and then with a really serious air:
"Well, I do. I'm sorry I intruded, Jerry. I wouldn't have come for the
world if I had known--"
"What nonsense you do talk. Promise me you'll come, Una."
"Ask Marcia first."
He laughed uneasily. "What a tease you are!"
"You ought to be very much flattered."
"How?"
"To be worth teasing."
Here they moved slightly away, turning their backs toward me and
unfortunately I could hear no more. And so I sat listening to the
group around Marcia, who was again enthroned at the tea-table.
I had not met the men, but they were of the usual man-about-town type,
"Marcia's ex-es" somebody, I think the mannish Carew girl, amusingly
called them. Among them Arthur Colton, married only a year, who
already boasted that he was living "the simple double life." Besides
the Laidlaws there were the Walsenberg woman, twice a grass widow and
still hopeful, and the Da Costa debutante who looked as though butter
wouldn't melt in her mouth, giggled constantly and said things which
she fondly hoped to be devilish, but which were only absurd. This was
the girl, I think, whom Jerry had described as having only five
adjectives, all of which she used every minute. Channing Lloyd, a
glass of champagne at his elbow, laughed gruffly and filled the room
with tobacco smoke. I listened. Small talk, banalities, bits of narrow
glimpses of narrow pursuits. I had to admit that Marcia quite
dominated this circle, and I understood why. Shallow as she was, she
was the only one with the possible exception of Phil Laidlaw who gave
any evidence of having done any thinking at all. I might have known as
I listened that her conversation had a purpose.
"I claim that obedience to the will of man," Marcia was saying, "has
robbed woman of all initiative, all incentive to achievement, all
creative faculty, and that only by renouncing man and all his works
will she ever be his equal."
"Why don't you renounce 'em then, Marcia?" roared Lloyd, amid
laughter.
"I know at least one that I could renounce,' said Marcia, smiling as
she lighted a cigarette.
"Me? You couldn't," he returned. "You've tried, you know, but you've
got to admit that I'm positively in'spensible to you."
"Do be quiet, Chan. You're idiotic. I'm quite serious."
"You're always serious, but you never mean what you say."
"Oh, don't I?"
"No," he grunted over his glass.
She glanced at him for a moment and their eyes met, hers falling
first. Then she turned away. I think that the man's attraction for her
was nothing less than his sheer bestiality.
"I believe in a splendid unconventional morality," she went on, musing
with half-closed eyes over the ash of her cigarette. "After awhile you
men will understand what it means."
"Not I," said Lloyd, who was drinking more than he needed. "If you say
that immorality is conventional I'll agree with you, my dear, but
morality--" and he drank some champagne, "morality! what rot!"
The others laughed, I'll admit, more at, than with him. But the
conversation was sickening enough. I saw Jerry and Una shake hands and
come forward and Marcia immediately turned toward them. The end of the
battle was not yet, for as Una nodded in the general direction of the
group in passing, Marcia spoke her name.
"Ah, Una dear. You're going?"
"I must," with a glance at her wrist watch. "It's getting late."
"What a pity. I wanted to talk to you--about the Mission."
"I'd like to, but--"
"We've just been discussing a theme that I know you're really vitally
interested in."
"I?" I could see by the sudden lift of her brows that Una was now on
her guard.
"Yes. You believe in women working, in woman's independence, in the
New-Thought idea of unconventional morality, don't you?"
"I'm not sure what you mean."
"Simply that women are or should be perfectly capable of looking out
for themselves, as much so as men?"
"That depends a great deal upon the woman, I should say," replied Una,
smiling tolerantly.
"I was just about to put a hypothetical question. Do you mind
listening? A young girl, for instance, pretty, romantic, a trifle
venturesome, weary of the banalities of existence, leaves all the
tiresome cares of the city and with the wanderlust upon her goes
faring forth in search of adventure. A purely hypothetical case, but a
typical one. As she wanders through the woods, she comes upon a high
stone wall, something like this one of Jerry's, and suddenly remembers
that within this wall there lives a young man, beautiful beyond the
dreams of the gods. I have said that she is romantic, also
venturesome--"
"Her address, please," muttered Lloyd quickly.
"Do be quiet, Chan--" Marcia went on. "Venturesome, modern, moral--"
"It can't be done," muttered the brute again.
"Chan, do be serious. Curiosity overwhelms the girl. Nobody is about.
So, putting her fears behind her, she climbs the wall and enters."
The daring impertinence of this recital had stricken Jerry suddenly
dumb, but the veins at his temples were swelling with the hot blood
that had risen to his face. Una, after a moment of uncertainty, became
strangely composed.
"It is a beautiful spot. No one is in sight," Marcia went on amusedly.
"The girl ventures further, and finds the beautiful young man catching
trout. She talks to him. I think he is amused at her temerity, also
perhaps a little flattered at her marks of confidence--"
"Marcia!" It was Jerry's voice, deep, booming, and I had hardly
recognized it. But there was a note in it that caused a hush to fall
over the room. The girl looked up as though puzzled.
"You interrupt, Jerry--"
"Neither Una nor I are interested in what you're saying," he cried
hoarsely, while the rest of the company stared at him.
"_I_ am, Jerry," said Una's voice very coolly. Except for Marcia,
perhaps, she was the least ruffled person in the room. "I want very
much to hear the rest of the story," she added. "It has
possibilities."
Marcia laughed.
"Possibilities, yes. There isn't much left to tell except that the
girl spent the afternoon and the evening in the cabin with the
beautiful young man and then went over the wall the way she came. Now
what I wanted to know, Una dear, is whether you think that morality,
conventional or unconventional, can stand a test like that."
Una was silent for a moment and then her words came slowly, rather
wistfully.
"Was she a friend of yours?" she asked.
"Oh, yes, a friend."
"And did you know her for any length of time to be honorable,
upright, decent?"
"Oh, yes, quite so."
Una paused another moment and when she spoke her voice was
crystal-clear.
"Then all I would like to say is that the mind that can conceive of
evil in such a piece of innocent imprudence is unclean, beyond words!
Is that all that you wanted to know?"
Marcia leaned back in her chair holding her breath for a moment and
then broke into a peal of laughter.
"There! You see. I knew you would agree with me."
The people in the room looked from one to the other, aware of a hidden
meaning in the situation. Channing Lloyd had paused in the act of
pouring out another glass of wine and stood blinking heavily. The only
sound was a nervous titter from the Da Costa girl. Una looked around
from face to face as though seeking those of her friends and then
spoke fearlessly.
"You may not know what this hypothetical question means or its
answer?" she said with a smile. "I will tell you. I was that girl.
Jerry Benham, the man. The place was here. I am accustomed to going
where and with whom I please." She tossed her small head proudly,
"Those who can see evil where evil doesn't exist are welcome to their
opinions. As for my friends--"
Here a chorus of protest went up, from the treble of the Da Costa girl
to Laidlaw's deep bass.
"Una--you silly child--of course no one thinks--"
"As for my friends," she repeated, her voice slightly raised, "I will
choose them by this token."
I had not misjudged her. Her scorn of Marcia was ineffable, and I
think the girl at the tea-urn had a sense of being at a disadvantage,
for the idea of Una's frank admission had never entered Marcia's
pretty intriguing head. She was hoist with her own petard and covered
her confusion by a light laugh which was most unconvincing.
"Of course, Una, I didn't mean--"
But the rest of her sentence was lost in the sudden disintegration of
the party into groups, some of which followed Una to the door. Jerry
had regained his senses and strode out after her."
"I'm going with you, Una," I heard him say.
"It isn't necessary. I can find the way. Good-by, everybody. No,
thanks, Phil."
But Jerry went on with her and I broke through the sympathetic crowd
at the doorway and followed. Like Jerry, I too had been stunned, but
unlike Jerry, in the reaction I was finding a secret delight in Una's
splendid mastery of the situation. The pair were already far in
advance of me, Una hurrying sedately, Jerry, his hands deep in his
pockets, striding like a furious young god beside her, earnestly
talking. It was not until they heard the sound of my hurrying
footsteps that they stopped and turned.
"I can't let you go, Miss Habberton," I said breathlessly, "without
letting you know how contrite I am at a slip of the tongue which--"
"It doesn't matter in the least, Mr. Canby. I have nothing to regret."
And then, with her crooked little smile, "But you might have omitted
the details."
"I--I--" I stammered.
"It was I--I who told--" Jerry blurted out. "I am to blame. Why
shouldn't I tell? Was there anything to be ashamed of? For you? For
me?"
"No, Jerry. The surest proof of it is that I'm not angry with
you--with either of you. But I must be going."
"I'm going with you," said Jerry quickly.
"No."
"Let him, Miss Habberton," I put in.
"I had better go alone."
"I forbid it," said Jerry. "The machine is at the upper gate. I'll
drive you. Come."
She hesitated. Our glances met. I think she must have seen the
eagerness in my face, the friendliness, the admiration. She read too
the revolt in Jerry's eyes, the dawning of something like reason and
of his grave sense of the injustice that had been done to her. He
pleaded almost piteously--as though her acquiescence were the only
sign he could have of her forgiveness.
"Very well," she said at last, "to the station, then."
"No," said Jerry firmly, "to town. I'm going to drive you to town.
We've got to have a talk. We've got to--to clear this thing up."
She hesitated again and I think she felt the need of companionship at
that moment.
"But your guests--"
"Oh, I'll be here," I said. "They'll be going soon. Jerry can be back
in time for the party."
"I'm not going to that party," Jerry muttered savagely.
He meant it. I bade them good-by--watched them until they passed out
of sight and hearing, and then sank on a nearby rock, and hugged my
knees in quiet ecstasy.