Although she had eaten nothing since breakfast that morning, a few
biscuits and the remainder of Mrs. Bell's brandy sufficed Maggy.
"Now I'll go," she said, getting up. "I was in a fearful state about
you, but now that everything has turned out so splendidly I feel quite
all right again. Bless your sweet face, Lexie. I'd like to kiss you
only I'm such a bad creature." Her lips trembled.
"Nonsense! Then I'll kiss you." Alexandra did so. "You're not going
to-night, Maggy. You've got to stay here with me. We'll tuck in
together. Here's a nightie."
"Tuck in--with you!" Maggy repeated. "But, Lexie--I'm not--like you."
"Nothing that's happened can make any difference between us, Maggy. Try
and forget you ever left me. Get undressed, dear."
Very soon they were lying together in the little bed in the darkness.
Alexandra did not talk. She wanted Maggy to get to sleep. It was so
evident that she needed it. Half-an-hour passed in silence. A whisper
from Maggy broke it.
"Asleep, Lexie?"
"No, dear."
"Have you enough room?"
"Heaps."
"May I have your hand to hold, Lexie? I feel so lonely."
"You poor pet!" Alexandra's hand sought hers.
"Lexie ... may I tell you things?"
"Yes, if it helps."
"I don't think anything ever will help. I'm done for, Lexie."
"You won't always feel like that," was the consoling rejoinder.
Maggy sat up in bed.
"I tried to kill myself to-day," she said abruptly. "But the stuff only
made me sick. That's why I wasn't at the theater. I should be dead by
now if it had worked properly."
"Maggy!"
"Yes, I did. How could I go on living? It's not worth it. Alone
again: a room like this without even you to make it bearable ... or men.
I won't do that. I went to the bad for love. I won't do it out of
habit."
"Don't be so despondent. You won't have to live alone, dear. You shall
leave the stage and be with me."
"Is it likely?" asked Maggy, with a touch of her old independence. "I
wouldn't tell anybody but you, but I gave Fred more than he gave me.
It's the meanness of it all that hurts so. There was the flat, I know,
and the car; but they were only mine so long as he wanted me. And I
paid for the meals I had in the place out of my salary. He gave me money
for dresses because he liked me showy, but I went to sales and bought
bargains, and what I saved that way I spent on him. And all the time I
gave love, love, love! Oceans of it! Let me go on. Then, just before
you went on tour I knew I was going to have a baby. Lexie, I longed for
it! I think I'm the sort of woman that's meant to have babies without
much pain or trouble, just for the sheer joy of mothering them and
kissing their dear, pink, crumply palms. But Fred was annoyed about it.
I told him he could put me in a laborer's cottage in the country and I'd
live on ten shillings a week if only he would let me be a mother. Mrs.
Lambert knew. I told her.... I had to go to a dreadful place in
Bayswater until--until it was over.... Fred arranged everything. He
seemed to know all about it. And I wasn't even a mother, Lexie. I
nearly died. I wish I had. And when I was back again with Fred,
instead of hating him it somehow made me feel more than ever bound up
with him in my heart, because of having gone through so much for him.
He was quite kind to me afterwards, almost tender for him. He used to
bring me flowers. I wonder why. He couldn't have loved me.... But now
it's all over...."
Alexandra put her arms round the shaking girl.
"Lie still," she said.
She held Maggy to her as she would have held a child, and kissed her and
cried over her in sheer pity, so stirred was she by the heartrending
story. Presently Maggy lay very still, breathing evenly, asleep in
Alexandra's arms. But Alexandra lay awake for a long time, trying to
find a reason for the discrepancies of life. Why, for her, should there
be provided a haven of safety, and for Maggy nothing but a desolate sea
with breakers ahead?
Mutely, she prayed to the Providence that had tided her over so many
storms to safeguard Maggy until she, too, made harbor in calm and
peaceful waters. Praying, she feel asleep and did not stir when, some
hours later, Maggy awoke and gently disengaged herself from the
encircling arm.
Maggy sat up. By the light of the street lamps she could just make out
Alexandra's peaceful face. She looked so happy and innocent. Maggy
watched her for a long time very fondly. It was the only way in which
she could bid her farewell, a long and final one. For Maggy intended
making no mistake this time. She had dreamt of what she meant to do.
The dream had been inspired by the noises in the street, and it still
obsessed her. The thunder of heavy wheels resounded in her ears.... She
was going to employ a monster crushing power to blot herself out.
Very quietly and silently she got out of bed and groped for her clothes.
Dressed, she hovered for a moment over Alexandra's sleeping form, bent
and touched her forehead with her lips ... and crept out in search of
her Juggernaut car.