Part 21 (1/2)
”I mean--what good am I to you--what's the use of me, if I can't make things easier for you?”
”The _use_ of you? Did you think I ever had any idea of using you?”
”But I want you to.”
”How?” she asked, still uneasily perplexed, her eyes fixed on him.
But he had no definite idea, no plan fixed, nothing further to say on a subject that had so suddenly taken shape within his mind.
She asked him again for an explanation, but, receiving none, settled back thoughtfully in her furs. Only once did he break the silence.
”You know,” he said indifferently, ”that row of houses, of which yours is one, belongs to me. I mean to me, personally.”
”No, I didn't know it.”
”Well it does. It's my own investment.... I've reduced rents--pending improvements.”
She looked up at him.
”The rent of your apartment has been reduced fifty per cent.,” he said carelessly; ”so your rent is now paid until the new term begins next October.”
”Clive! That is perfectly ridiculous!” she began, hotly; but he swung around, silencing her:
”Are you criticising my business methods?” he demanded.
”But that is too silly--”
”Will you mind your business!” he exclaimed, turning and taking her by both shoulders. She looked into his eyes, searching them in silence.
Then:
”You're such a dear,” she sighed; ”why do you want to do a thing like that when my sisters and I can afford to pay the present rent. You are always doing such things, Clive; you have simply covered my dressing-table with silver; my bureau is full of pretty things, all gifts from you; you've given me the loveliest furniture of my own, and books and desk-set and--and everything. And now you are asking me to live rent-free.... And what have I to offer you in return?”
”The happiness of being with you now and then.”
”Oh, Clive! You know that isn't very much to offer you. You know that our being together is far more to me than it is to you! I dare not even consider what I'd do without you, now. You mould me, alter my thoughts, make me such a delightfully different girl, take entire charge and possession of me.... I don't want you to give me anything more--do anything more for me.... When you first began to give me beautiful things I didn't want to take them. Do you remember how awkward and shy I was--how I blushed. But I always end by doing everything you wish.... And it seems to give us both so much pleasure--all you do for me.... But please _don't_ ask me to live without paying rent--”
The limousine drew up by the curb; Clive jumped out, aided Athalie to descend; and started for the grilled door where a light glimmered.
”This is not the house!” exclaimed Athalie, stopping short. ”Where are you taking me, Clive?”
”Come on,” he said, ”I merely want to show you how I've had the new apartment house built--”
”But--it's too late! What an odd idea, taking me to inspect a new apartment house at two in the morning! Are you really serious?”
He nodded and rang. A sleepy night porter opened, recognised Clive, and touched his hat.
”Take us to the top, Mike,” he said.
”Have you the keys, sorr?”