"It's nothing to you that we have a brother who's a bigamist?"
"But it's me--it's me."
"You! You're completely out of it. Just let it rest as it is and it'll
drop."
"I want the people to know the truth," Lulu said.
"But it's nobody's business but our business! I take it you don't intend
to sue Ninian?"
"Sue him? Oh no!"
"Then, for all our sakes, let's drop the matter."
Lulu had fallen in one of her old attitudes, tense, awkward, her hands
awkwardly placed, her feet twisted. She kept putting a lock back of her
ear, she kept swallowing.
"Tell you, Lulu," said Dwight. "Here are three of us. Our interests are
the same in this thing--only Ninian is our relative and he's nothing to
you now. Is he?"
"Why, no," said Lulu in surprise.
"Very well. Let's have a vote. Your snap judgment is to tell this
disgraceful fact broadcast. Mine is, least said, soonest mended. What do
you say, Ina--considering Di and all?"
"Oh, goodness," said Ina, "if we get mixed up with bigamy, we'll never
get away from it. Why, I wouldn't have it told for worlds."
Still in that twisted position, Lulu looked up at her. Her straying
hair, her parted lips, her lifted eyes were singularly pathetic.
"My poor, poor sister!" Ina said. She struck together her little plump
hands. "Oh, Dwight--when I think of it: What have I done--what have _we_
done that I should have a good, kind, loving husband--be so protected,
so loved, when other women.... Darling!" she sobbed, and drew near to
Lulu. "You _know_ how sorry I am--we all are...."
Lulu stood up. The white shawl slipped to the floor. Her hands were
stiffly joined.
"Then," she said, "give me the only thing I've got--that's my pride. My
pride--that he didn't want to get rid of me."
They stared at her. "What about _my_ pride?" Dwight called to her, as
across great distances. "Do you think I want everybody to know my
brother did a thing like that?"
"You can't help that," said Lulu.
"But I want you to help it. I want you to promise me that you won't
shame us like this before all our friends."
"You want me to promise what?"
"I want you--I ask you," Dwight said with an effort, "to promise me that
you will keep this, with us--a family secret."
"No!" Lulu cried. "No. I won't do it! I won't do it! I won't do it!"
It was like some crude chant, knowing only two tones. She threw out her
hands, her wrists long and dark on her blue skirt. "Can't you
understand anything?" she asked. "I've lived here all my life--on your
money. I've not been strong enough to work, they say--well, but I've
been strong enough to be a hired girl in your house--and I've been glad
to pay for my keep.... But there wasn't anything about it I liked.
Nothing about being here that I liked.... Well, then I got a little
something, same as other folks. I thought I was married and I went off
on the train and he bought me things and I saw the different towns. And
then it was all a mistake. I didn't have any of it. I came back here and
went into your kitchen again--I don't know why I came back. I s'pose
because I'm most thirty-four and new things ain't so easy any more--but
what have I got or what'll I ever have? And now you want to put on to me
having folks look at me and think he run off and left me, and having 'em
all wonder.... I can't stand it. I can't stand it. I can't...."
"You'd rather they'd know he fooled you, when he had another wife?"
Dwight sneered.
"Yes! Because he wanted me. How do I know--maybe he wanted me only just
because he was lonesome, the way I was. I don't care why! And I won't
have folks think he went and left me."
"That," said Dwight, "is a wicked vanity."
"That's the truth. Well, why can't they know the truth?"
"And bring disgrace on us all."
"It's me--it's me----" Lulu's individualism strove against that terrible
tribal sense, was shattered by it.
"It's all of us!" Dwight boomed. "It's Di."
"_Di?_" He had Lulu's eyes now.
"Why, it's chiefly on Di's account that I'm talking," said Dwight.
"How would it hurt Di?"
"To have a thing like that in the family? Well, can't you see how it'd
hurt her?"
"Would it, Ina? Would it hurt Di?"
"Why, it would shame her--embarrass her--make people wonder what kind of
stock she came from--oh," Ina sobbed, "my pure little girl!"
"Hurt her prospects, of course," said Dwight. "Anybody could see that."
"I s'pose it would," said Lulu.
She clasped her arms tightly, awkwardly, and stepped about the floor,
her broken shoes showing beneath her cotton skirt.
"When a family once gets talked about for any reason----" said Ina and
shuddered.
"I'm talked about now!"
"But nothing that you could help. If he got tired of you, you couldn't
help that." This misstep was Dwight's.
"No," Lulu said, "I couldn't help that. And I couldn't help his other
wife, either."
"Bigamy," said Dwight, "that's a crime."
"I've done no crime," said Lulu.
"Bigamy," said Dwight, "disgraces everybody it touches."
"Even Di," Lulu said.
"Lulu," said Dwight, "on Di's account will you promise us to let this
thing rest with us three?"
"I s'pose so," said Lulu quietly.
"You will?"
"I s'pose so."