The Fashionable Adventures of Joshua Craig: A Novel

by David Graham Phillips

  CHAPTER X

  A BELATED PROPOSAL

  Her mood--outraged against Craig, sullenly determined to marry him,angry with her relatives, her mother no less than her grandmother,because they were driving her to these desperate measures--this moodpersisted, became intenser, more imperious in its demand for a sacrificeas the afternoon wore on. When Grant Arkwright came, toward six o'clock,she welcomed him, the first-comer bringing her the longed-for chance todischarge the vials of her wrath. And she noted with pleasure that he,too, was in a black humor. Before she could begin he burst forth:

  "What's this that Josh Craig has been telling me? He seems to have gonestark mad!"

  Margaret eyed him with icy disdain. "If there is any quality that can becalled the most repulsive," said she, "it is treachery. You've falleninto a way of talking of your friend Craig behind his back that'sunworthy--perhaps not of you, but certainly of the person you pose asbeing."

  "Did you propose to him this afternoon?" demanded Grant.

  Margaret grew cold from head to foot. "Does he say I did?" she succeededin articulating.

  "He does. He was so excited that he jumped off a car and held me an hourtelling me, though he was late for one of those important conferenceshe's always talking about."

  Margaret had chosen her course. "Did he ask you to run and tell me hehad told you?" inquired she, with the vicious gleam of a vicious temperin her fine hazel eyes.

  "No," admitted Grant. "I suppose I've no right to tell you. But it wassuch an INFERNAL lie."

  "Did you tell him so?"

  Arkwright grew red.

  "I see you did not," said Margaret. "I knew you did not. Now, let metell you, I don't believe Craig said anything of the kind. A man who'dbetray a friend is quite capable of lying about him."

  "Margaret! Rita Severence!" Grant started up, set down his teacup, stoodlooking down at her, his face white to the lips. "Your tone is not jest;it is insult."

  "It was so intended." Margaret's eyes were upon him, her grandmother'sown favorite expression in them. Now that she was no longer amatrimonial offering she felt profoundly indifferent to eligible men,rejoiced in her freedom to act toward them as she wished. "I do notpermit any one to lie to me about the man I have engaged to marry."

  "What!" shouted Grant. "It was TRUE?"

  "Go out into the garden and try to calm yourself, Grant," said the girlhaughtily. "And if you can't, why--take yourself off home. And don'tcome back until you are ready to apologize."

  "Rita, why didn't you give me a hint? I'd have married you myself. I'mwilling to do it.... Rita, will you marry me?"

  Margaret leaned back upon the sofa and laughed until his blood began torun alternately hot and cold.

  "I beg your pardon," he stammered. "I did not realize how it sounded.Only--you know how things are with our sort of people. And, as men go, Ican't help knowing I'm what's called a catch, and that you're lookingfor a suitable husband.... As it's apparently a question of him or me,and as you've admitted you got him by practically proposing--...Damnit all, Rita, I want you, and I'm not going to let such a man as he ishave you. I never dreamed you'd bother with him seriously or I'd nothave been so slow."

  Margaret was leaning back, looking up at him. "I've sunk even lower thanI thought," she said, bringing to an end the painful silence whichfollowed this speech.

  "What do you mean, Rita?"

  She laughed cynically, shrugged her shoulders. First, Craig's impudentassumption that she loved him, and his rude violation of her lips; now,this frank insolence of insult, the more savage that it wasunconscious--and from the oldest and closest of her men friends. If onedid not die under such outrages, but continued to live and let live, onecould save the situation only by laughing. So, Margaret laughed--andArkwright shivered.

  "For God's sake, Rita!" he cried. "I'd not have believed that lips soyoung and fresh as yours could utter such a cynical sound."

  She looked at him with disdainful, derisive eyes. "It's fortunate for methat I have a sense of humor," said she. "And for you," she added.

  "But I am in earnest, I mean it--every word I said."

  "That's just it," replied she. "You meant it--every word."

  "You will marry me?"

  "I will not."

  "Why?"

  "For several reasons. For instance, I happen to be engaged to anotherman."

  "That is--nothing." He snapped his fingers.

  She elevated her brows. "Nothing?"

  "He'd not keep his promise to you if--In fact, he was debating with mewhether or not he'd back down."

  "Either what you say is false," said she evenly, "or you are betrayingthe confidence of a friend who trusted in your honor."

  "Oh, he said it, all right. You know how he is about confidences."

  "No matter."

  Margaret rose slowly, a gradual lifting of her long, supple figure.Grant watching, wondered why he had never before realized that thesensuous charm of her beauty was irresistible. "Where were my eyes?" heasked himself. "She's beyond any of the women I've wasted so much timeon."

  She was saying with quiet deliberateness: "A few days ago, Grant, I'dhave jumped at your offer--to be perfectly frank. Why shouldn't I befrank! I'm sick of cowardly pretenses and lies. I purpose henceforth tobe myself--almost." A look within and a slightly derisive smile."Almost. I shall hesitate and trifle no longer. I shall marry yourfriend Craig."

  "You'll do nothing of the kind," raged Arkwright. "If you make itnecessary I'll tell him why you're marrying him."

  "You may do as you like about that," replied she. "He'll probablyunderstand why you are trying to break off our engagement."

  "You're very confident of your power over him," taunted he.

  She saw again Craig's face as he was kissing her. "Very," replied she.

  "You'll see. It's a mere physical attraction."

  She smiled tantalizingly, her long body displayed against thewindow-casing, her long, round arms bare below the elbows, her hazeleyes and sensuous lips alluring. "You, yourself, never thought ofproposing to me until I had made myself physically attractive to you,"said she. "Now--have I power over you, or not?"

  She laughed as his color mounted, and the look she had seen in Craig'seyes blazed out in his.

  "How little physical charm you have for me," she went on. "Beside Craigyou're like an electric fan in competition with a storm-wind. Now,Craig--" She closed her eyes and drew a long breath.

  Arkwright gnawed his lip. "What a--a DEVIL you ARE!" he exclaimed.

  "I wonder why it is a woman never becomes desirable to some men untilthey find she's desired elsewhere," she went on reflectively. "What alack of initiative. What timidity. What an absence of originality. If Ihad nothing else against you, Grant, I'd never forgive you for havingbeen so long blind to my charms--you and these other men of our setwho'll doubtless be clamorous now."

  "If you'd been less anxious to please," suggested he bitterly, "and morecourageous about being your own real self, you'd not have got yourselfinto this mess."

  "Ah--but that wasn't my fault," replied she absently. "It was the faultof my training. Ever since I can remember I've been taught to be on myguard, lest the men shouldn't like me." In her new freedom she lookedback tranquilly upon the struggle she was at last emancipated from, andphilosophized about it. "What a mistake mothers make in putting worryabout getting a husband into their daughters' heads. Believe me, Grant,that dread makes wretched what ought to be the happiest time of a girl'slife."

  "Rita," he pleaded, "stop this nonsense, and say you'll marry me."

  "No, thanks," said she. "I've chosen. And I'm well content."

  She gave him a last tantalizing look and went out on the veranda, to goalong it to the outdoor stairway. Arkwright gazed after her through afierce conflict of emotions. Was she really in earnest? Could it bepossible that Josh Craig had somehow got a hold over her? "Or, is itthat she doesn't trust me, thinks I'd back down if she were to throw himover and rely on me?" No, there was something posit
ively for Craig inher tone and expression. She was really intending to marry him. Grantshuddered. "If she only realized what marrying a man of that sortmeans!" he exclaimed, half aloud. "But she doesn't. Only a woman who hasbeen married can appreciate what sort of a hell for sensitive nerves andrefined tastes marriage can be made."

  "Ah--Mr. Arkwright!"

  At this interruption in a woman's voice--the voice he disliked anddreaded above all others--he startled and turned to face old MadamBowker in rustling black silk, with haughty casque of gray-white hairand ebon staff carried firmly, well forward. Grant bowed. "How d'ye do,Mrs. Bowker?" said he with respectful deference. What he would havethought was the impossible had come to pass. He was glad to see her."She'll put an end to this nonsense--this nightmare," said he tohimself.

  Madam Bowker had Williams, the butler, and a maid-servant in her train.She halted, gazed round the room; she pointed with the staff to thefloor a few feet from the window and a little back. "Place my chairthere," commanded she.

  The butler and the maid hastened to move a large carved and gilded chairto the indicated spot. Madam Bowker seated herself with much ceremony.

  "Now!" said she. "We will rearrange the room. Bring that sofa from thefar corner to the other side of this window, and put the tea-table infront of it. Put two chairs where the sofa was; arrange the otherchairs--" And she indicated the places with her staff.

  While the room was still in confusion Mrs. Severence entered. "What isit, Mamma?" she asked.

  "Simply trying to make this frightful room a little less frightful."

  "Don't you think the pictures should be rehung to suit the newarrangement, ma'am?" suggested Arkwright.

  Madam Bowker, suspicious of jest, looked sharply at him. He seemedserious. "You are right," said she.

  "But people will be coming in a few minutes," pleaded Roxana.

  "Then to-morrow," said Madam Bowker reluctantly. "That will do,Williams--that will do, Betty. And, Betty, you must go at once and makeyourself neat. You've had on that cap two days."

  "No, indeed, ma'am!" protested Betty.

  "Then it was badly done up. Roxana, how can you bear to live in such aslovenly way?"

  "Will you have tea now, Mamma?" was Roxana's diplomatic reply.

  "Yes," answered the old lady.

  "Tea, Mr. Arkwright?"

  "Thanks, no, Mrs. Severence. I'm just going. I merely looked in to--tocongratulate Rita."

  Madam Bowker clutched her staff. "To congratulate my granddaughter? Uponwhat, pray?"

  Arkwright simulated a look of surprise. "Upon her engagement."

  "Her WHAT?" demanded the old lady, while Roxana sat holding a lump ofsugar suspended between bowl and cup.

  "Her engagement to Josh Craig."

  "No such thing!" declared the old lady instantly. "Really, sir, it isdisgraceful that MY granddaughter's name should be associated in ANYconnection with such a person."

  Here Margaret entered the room by the French windows by which she hadleft. She advanced slowly and gracefully, amid a profound silence. Justas she reached the tea-table her grandmother said in a terrible voice:"Margaret!"

  "Yes, Grandmother," responded Margaret smoothly, without looking at her.

  "Mr. Arkwright here has brought in a scandalous story about your beingengaged to that--that Josh person--the clerk in one of the departments.Do you know him?"

  "Yes, Grandma. But not very well."

  Madam Bowker glanced triumphantly at Arkwright; he was gazing amazedlyat Margaret.

  "You see, Grant," said Roxana, with her foolish, pleasant laugh, "thereis nothing in it."

  "In what?" asked Margaret innocently, emptying the hot water from hercup.

  "In the story of your engagement, dear," said her mother.

  "Oh, yes, there is," replied Margaret with a smiling lift of her brows."It's quite true." Then, suddenly drawing herself up, she wheeled onGrant with a frown as terrible as her grandmother's own. "Be off!" shesaid imperiously.

  Arkwright literally shrank from the room. As he reached the door he sawher shiver and heard her mutter, "Reptile!"