Part 44 (1/2)
”No, no. I'm all right now,” he returned, briskly enough.
”No,” she insisted. ”You must tell me. Are you sick?”
He hesitated a moment. Then:
”Sick?” he queried. ”No, indeed. But--I'll tell you. Since a few days I've had,” he put his fingers to his forehead between his eyes, ”I've had a queer sensation right there. It comes and goes.”
”A headache?”
”N-no. It's hard to describe. A sort of numbness. Sometimes it's as though there was a heavy iron cap--a helmet on my head. And sometimes it--I don't know it seems as if there were fog, or something or other, inside. I'll take a good long rest this summer, as soon as we can get away. Another month or six weeks, and I'll have things s.h.i.+p-shape and so as I can leave them. Then we'll go up to Geneva, and, by Jingo, I'll loaf.” He was silent for a moment, frowning, pa.s.sing his hand across his forehead and winking his eyes. Then, with a return of his usual alertness, he looked at his watch.
”Hi!” he exclaimed. ”I must be off. I won't be home to dinner to-night.
But you can expect me by eight o'clock, sure. I promise I'll be here on the minute.”
But, as he kissed his wife good-by, Laura put her arms about his neck.
”Oh, I don't want you to leave me at all, ever, ever! Curtis, love me, love me always, dear. And be thoughtful of me and kind to me. And remember that you are all I have in the world; you are father and mother to me, and my dear husband as well. I know you do love me; but there are times--Oh,” she cried, suddenly ”if I thought you did not love me--love me better than anything, anything--I could not love you; Curtis, I could not, I could not. No, no,” she cried, ”don't interrupt.
Hear me out. Maybe it is wrong of me to feel that way, but I'm only a woman, dear. I love you but I love Love too. Women are like that; right or wrong, weak or strong, they must be--must be loved above everything else in the world. Now go, go to your business; you mustn't be late.
Hark, there is Jarvis with the team. Go now. Good-by, good-by, and I'll expect you at eight.”
True to his word, Jadwin reached his home that evening promptly at the promised hour. As he came into the house, however, the door-man met him in the hall, and, as he took his master's hat and stick, explained that Mrs. Jadwin was in the art gallery, and that she had said he was to come there at once.
Laura had planned a little surprise. The art gallery was darkened. Here and there behind the dull-blue shades a light burned low. But one of the movable reflectors that were used to throw a light upon the pictures in the topmost rows was burning brilliantly. It was turned from Jadwin as he entered, and its broad cone of intense white light was thrown full upon Laura, who stood over against the organ in the full costume of ”Theodora.”
For an instant Jadwin was taken all aback.
”What the devil!” he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, stopping short in the doorway.
Laura ran forward to him, the chains, ornaments, and swinging pendants chiming furiously as she moved.
”I did surprise you, I did surprise you,” she laughed. ”Isn't it gorgeous?” She turned about before him, her arms raised. ”Isn't it superb? Do you remember Bernhardt--and that scene in the Emperor Justinian's box at the amphitheatre? Say now that your wife isn't beautiful. I am, am I not?” she exclaimed defiantly, her head raised.
”Say it, say it.”
”Well, what for a girl!” gasped Jadwin, ”to get herself up--”
”Say that I am beautiful,” commanded Laura.
”Well, I just about guess you are,” he cried.
”The most beautiful woman you have ever known?” she insisted. Then on the instant added: ”Oh, I may be really as plain as a kitchen-maid, but you must believe that I am not. I would rather be ugly and have you think me beautiful, than to be the most beautiful woman in the world and have you think me plain. Tell me--am I not the most beautiful woman you ever saw?”
”The most beautiful I ever saw,” he repeated, fervently. ”But--Lord, what will you do next? Whatever put it into your head to get into this rig?”
”Oh, I don't know. I just took the notion. You've seen me in every one of my gowns. I sent down for this, this morning, just after you left.
Curtis, if you hadn't made me love you enough to be your wife, Laura Dearborn would have been a great actress. I feel it in my finger tips.
Ah!” she cried, suddenly flinging up her head till the pendants of the crown clashed again. ”I could have been magnificent. You don't believe it. Listen. This is Athalia--the queen in the Old Testament, you remember.”
”Hold on,” he protested. ”I thought you were this Theodora person.”