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by W. Somerset Maugham


  But he was gentler than he had ever been before. He seemed genuinely glad to see her and asked about her travels with interest. Susie led him to talk of himself, and he spoke willingly enough of his daily round. He was earning a good deal of money, and his professional reputation was making steady progress. He worked hard. Besides his duties at the two hospitals with which he was now connected, his teaching, and his private practice, he had read of late one or two papers before scientific bodies, and was editing a large work on surgery.

  "How on earth can you find time to do so much?" asked Susie.

  "I can do with less sleep than I used," he answered. "It almost doubles my working-day."

  He stopped abruptly and looked down. His remark had given accidentally some hint at the inner life which he was striving to conceal. Susie knew that her suspicion was well-founded. She thought of the long hours he lay awake, trying in vain to drive from his mind the agony that tortured him, and the short intervals of troubled sleep. She knew that he delayed as long as possible the fatal moment of going to bed, and welcomed the first light of day, which gave him an excuse for getting up. And because he knew that he had divulged the truth he was embarrassed. They sat in awkward silence. To Susie, the tragic figure in front of her was singularly impressive amid that lighthearted throng: all about them happy persons were enjoying the good things of life, talking, laughing, and making merry. She wondered what refinement of self-torture had driven him to choose that place to come to. He must hate it.

  When they finished luncheon, Susie took her courage in both hands.

  "Won't you come back to my rooms for half an hour? We can't talk here."

  He made an instinctive motion of withdrawal, as though he sought to escape. He did not answer immediately, and she insisted.

  "You have nothing to do for an hour, and there are many things I want to speak to you about."

  "The only way to be strong is never to surrender to one's weakness," he said, almost in a whisper, as though ashamed to talk so intimately.

  "Then you won't come?"

  THE MAGICIAN

  "No."

  It was not necessary to specify the matter which it was proposed to discuss. Arthur knew perfectly that Susie wished to talk of Margaret, and he was too straightforward to pretend otherwise. Susie paused for one moment.

  "I was never able to give Margaret your message. She did not write to me."

  A certain wildness came into his eyes, as if the effort he made was almost too much for him.

  "I saw her in Monte Carlo," said Susie. "I thought you might like to hear about her."

  "I don't see that it can do any good," he answered.

  Susie made a little hopeless gesture. She was beaten.

  "Shall we go?" she said.

  "You are not angry with me?" he asked. "I know you mean to be kind. I'm very grateful to you."

  "I shall never be angry with you," she smiled.

  Arthur paid the bill, and they threaded their way among the tables. At the door she held out her hand.

  "I think you do wrong in shutting yourself away from all human comradeship," she said, with that good-humoured smile of hers. "You must know that you will only grow absurdly morbid.

  "I go out a great deal," he answered patiently, as though he reasoned with a child. "I make a point of offering myself distractions from my work. I go to the opera two or three times a week."

  "I thought you didn't care for music."

  "I don't think I did," he answered. "But I find it rests me."

  He spoke with a weariness that was appalling. Susie had never beheld so plainly the torment of a soul in pain.

  "Won't you let me come to the opera with you one night?" she asked. "Or does it bore you to see me?"

  "I should like it above all things," he smiled, quite brightly. "You're like a wonderful tonic. They're giving Tristan on Thursday. Shall we go together?"

  "I should enjoy it enormously."

  She shook hands with him and jumped into a cab.

  "Oh, poor thing!" she murmured. "Poor thing! What can I do for him?"

  She clenched her hands when she thought of Margaret. It was monstrous that she should have caused such havoc in that good, strong man.

  "Oh, I hope she'll suffer for it," she whispered vindictively. "I hope she'll suffer all the agony that he has suffered."

  Susie dressed herself for Covent Garden as only she could do. Her gown pleased her exceedingly, not only because it was admirably made, but because it had cost far more than she could afford. To dress well was her only extravagance. It was of taffeta silk, in that exquisite green which the learned in such matters call Eau de Nil; and its beauty was enhanced by the old lace which had formed not the least treasured part of her inheritance. In her hair she wore an ornament of Spanish paste, of exquisite workmanship, and round her neck a chain which had once adorned that of a madonna in an Andalusian church. Her individuality made even her plainness attractive. She smiled at herself in the glass ruefully, because Arthur would never notice that she was perfectly dressed.

  When she tripped down the stairs and across the pavement to the cab with which he fetched her, Susie held up her skirt with a grace she flattered herself was quite Parisian. As they drove along, she flirted a little with her Spanish fan and stole a glance at herself in the glass. Her gloves were so long and so new and so expensive that she was really indifferent to Arthur's inattention.

  Her joyous temperament expanded like a spring flower when she found herself in the Opera House. She put up her glasses and examined the women as they came into the boxes of the Grand Tier. Arthur pointed out a number of persons whose names were familiar to her, but she felt the effort he was making to be amiable. The weariness of his mouth that evening was more noticeable because of the careless throng. But when the music began he seemed to forget that any eye was upon him; he relaxed the constant tension in which he held himself; and Susie, watching him surreptitiously, saw the emotions chase one another across his face. It was now very mobile. The passionate sounds ate into his soul, mingling with his own love and his own sorrow, till he was taken out of himself; and sometimes he panted strangely. Through the interval he remained absorbed in his emotion. He sat as quietly as before and did not speak a word. Susie understood why Arthur, notwithstanding his old indifference, now showed such eager appreciation of music; it eased the pain he suffered by transferring it to an ideal world, and his own grievous sorrow made the music so real that it gave him an enjoyment of extraordinary vehemence. When it was all over and Isolde had given her last wail of sorrow, Arthur was so exhausted that he could hardly stir.

  But they went out with the crowd, and while they were waiting in the vestibule for space to move in, a common friend came up to them. This was Arbuthnot, an eye-specialist, whom Susie had met on the Riviera and who, she presently discovered, was a colleague of Arthur's at St. Luke's. He was a prosperous bachelor with grey hair and a red, contented face, well-to-do, for his practice was large, and lavish with his money. He had taken Susie out to luncheon once or twice in Monte Carlo; for he liked women, pretty or plain, and she attracted him by her good-humour. He rushed up to them now and wrung their hands. He spoke in a jovial voice.

  "The very people I wanted to see! Why haven't you been to see me, you wicked woman? I'm sure your eyes are in a deplorable condition."

  "Do you think I would let a bold, bad man like you stare into them with an ophthalmoscope?" laughed Susie.

  "Now look here, I want you both to do me a great favour. I'm giving a supper party at the Savoy, and two of my people have suddenly failed me." The table is ordered for eight, and you must come and take their places."

  "I'm afraid I must get home," said Arthur. "I have a deuce of a lot of work to do."

  "Nonsense," answered Arbuthnot. "You work much too hard, and a little relaxation will do you good." He turned to Susie: "I know you like curiosities in human nature; I'm having a man and his wife who will positively thrill you, they're so queer, and a lovely
actress, and an awfully jolly American girl."

  "I should love to come," said Susie, with an appealing look at Arthur, "if only to show you how much more amusing I am than lovely actresses."

  Ardaur, forcing himself to smile, accepted the invitation. The specialist patted him cheerily on the back, and they agreed to meet at the Savoy.

  "It's awfully good of you to come," said Susie, as they drove along. "Do you know, I've never been there in my life,' and I'm palpitating with excitement."

  "What a selfish brute I was to refuse!" he answered.

  When Susie came out of the dressing-room, she found Arthur waiting for her. She was in the best of spirits.

  "Now you must say you like my frock. I've seen six women turn green with envy at the sight of it. They think I must be French, and they're sure I'm not respectable."

  "That is evidently a great compliment," he smiled.

  At that moment Arbuthnot came up to them in his eager way and seized their arms.

  "Come along. We're waiting for you. I'll just introduce you all round, and then we'll go in to supper."

  They walked down the steps into the foyer, and he led them to a group of people. They found themselves face to face with Oliver Haddo and Margaret.

  "Mr. Arthur Burdon—Mrs. Haddo. Mr. Burdon is a colleague of mine at St. Luke's; and he will cut out your appendix in a shorter time than any man alive."

  Arbuthnot rattled on. He did not notice that Arthur had grown ghastly pale and that Margaret was blank with consternation. Haddo, his heavy face wreathed with smiles, stepped forward heartily. He seemed thoroughly to enjoy the situation.

  "Mr. Burdon is an old friend of ours," he said. "In fact, it was he who introduced me to my wife. And Miss Boyd and I have discussed Art and the Immortality of the Soul with the gravity due to such topics."

  He held out his hand, and Susie took it. She had a horror of scenes, and, though this encounter was as unexpected as it was disagreeable, she felt it needful to behave naturally. She shook hands with Margaret.

  "How disappointing!" cried their host. "I was hoping to give Miss Boyd something quite new in the way of magicians, and behold! she knows all about him."

  "If she did, I'm quite sure she wouldn't speak to me," said Oliver, with a bantering smile.

  They went into the supper-room.

  "Now, how shall we sit?" said Arbuthnot, glancing round the table.

  Oliver looked at Arthur, and his eyes twinkled.

  "You must really let my wife and Mr. Burdon be together. They haven't seen one another for so long that I'm sure they have no end of things to talk about." He chuckled to himself. "And pray give me Miss Boyd, so that she can abuse me to her heart's content."

  This arrangement thoroughly suited the gay specialist, for he was able to put the beautiful actress on one side of him and the charming American on the other. He rubbed his hands.

  "I feel that we're going to have a delightful supper."

  Oliver laughed boisterously. He took, as was his habit, the whole conversation upon himself, and Susie was obliged to confess that he was at his best. There was a grotesque drollery about him that was very diverting, and it was almost impossible to resist him. He ate and drank with tremendous appetite. Susie thanked her stars at that moment that she was a woman who knew by long practice how to conceal her feelings, for Arthur, overcome with dismay at the meeting, sat in stony silence. But she talked gaily. She chaffed Oliver as though he were an old friend, and laughed vivaciously. She noticed meanwhile that Haddo, more extravagantly dressed than usual, had managed to get an odd fantasy into his evening clothes: he wore knee-breeches, which in itself was enough to excite attention; but his frilled shirt, his velvet collar, and oddly-cut satin waistcoat gave him the appearance of a comic Frenchman. Now that she was able to examine him more closely, she saw that in the last six months he was grown much balder; and the shiny whiteness of his naked crown contrasted oddly with the redness of his face. He was stouter, too, and the fat hung in heavy folds under his chin; his paunch was preposterous. The vivacity of his movements made his huge corpulence subtly alarming. He was growing indeed strangely terrible in appearance. His eyes had still that fixed, parallel look, but there was in them now at times a ferocious gleam. Margaret was as beautiful as ever, but Susie noticed that his influence was apparent in her dress; for there could be no doubt that it had crossed the line of individuality and had degenerated into the eccentric. Her gown was much too gorgeous. It told against the classical character of her beauty. Susie shuddered a little, for it reminded her of a courtesan's.

  Margaret talked and laughed as much as her husband, but Susie could not tell whether this animation was affected or due to an utter callousness. Her voice seemed natural enough, yet it was inconceivable that she should be so light-hearted. Perhaps she was trying to show that she was happy. The supper proceeded, and the lights, the surrounding gaiety, the champagne, made everyone more lively. Their host was in uproarious spirits. He told a story or two at which everyone laughed. Oliver Haddo had an amusing anecdote handy. It was a little risky, but it was so funnily narrated that everyone roared but Arthur, who remained in perfect silence. Margaret had been drinking glass after glass of wine, and no sooner had her husband finished than she capped his story with another. But whereas his was wittily immoral, hers was simply gross. At first the other women could not understand to what she was tending, but when they saw, they looked down awkwardly at their plates. Arbuthnot, Haddo, and the other man who was there laughed very heartily; but Arthur flushed to the roots of his hair. He felt horribly uncomfortable. He was ashamed. He dared not look at Margaret. It was inconceivable that from her exquisite mouth such indecency should issue. Margaret, apparently quite unconscious of the effect she had produced, went on talking and laughing.

  Soon the lights were put out, and Arthur's agony was ended. He wanted to rush away, to hide his face, to forget the sight of her and her gaiety, above all to forget that story. It was horrible, horrible.

  She shook hands with him quite lightly.

  "You must come and see us one day. We've got rooms at the Carlton."

  He bowed and did not answer. Susie had gone to the dressing-room to get her cloak. She stood at the door when Margaret came out.

  "Can we drop you anywhere?" said Margaret. "You must come and see us when you have nothing better to do."

  Susie threw back her head. Arthur was standing just in front of them, looking down at the ground in complete abstraction.

  "Do you see him?" she said, in a low voice quivering with indignation. "That is what you have made him."

  He looked up at that moment and turned upon them his sunken, tormented eyes. They saw his wan, pallid face with its look of hopeless woe.

  "Do you know that he's killing himself on your account? He can't sleep at night. He's suffered the tortures of the damned. Oh, I hope you'll suffer as he's suffered!"

  "I wonder that you blame me," said Margaret. "You ought to be rather grateful."

  "Why?"

  "You're not going to deny that you've loved him passionately from the first day you saw him? Do you think I didn't see that you cared for him in Paris? You care for him now more than ever."

  Susie felt suddenly sick at heart. She had never dreamt that her secret was discovered. Margaret gave a bitter little laugh and walked past her.

  XII

  ARTHUR BURDON spent two or three days in a state of utter uncertainty, but at last the idea he had in mind grew so compelling as to overcome all objections. He went to the Carlton and asked for Margaret. He had learnt from the porter that Haddo was gone out and so counted on finding her alone. A simple device enabled him to avoid sending up his name. When he was shown into her private room Margaret was sitting down. She neither read nor worked.

  "You told me I might call upon you," said Arthur.

  She stood up without answering, and turned deathly pale.

  "May I sit down?" he asked.

  She bowed her head. For a moment they lo
oked at one another in silence. Arthur suddenly forgot all he had prepared to say. His intrusion seemed intolerable.

  "Why have you come?" she said hoarsely.

  They both felt that it was useless to attempt the conventionality of society. It was impossible to deal with the polite commonplaces that ease an awkward situation.

  "I thought that I might be able to help you," he answered gravely.

  "I want no help. I'm perfectly happy. I have nothing to say to you."

  She spoke hurriedly, with a certain nervousness, and her eyes were fixed anxiously on the door as though she feared that someone would come in.

  "I feel that we have much to say to one another," he insisted. "If it is inconvenient for us to talk here, will you not come and see me?"

  "He'd know," she cried suddenly, as if the words were dragged out of her. "D'you think anything can be hidden from him?"

  Arthur glanced at her. He was horrified by the terror that was in her eyes. In the full light of day a change was plain in her expression. Her face was strangely drawn, and pinched, and there was in it a constant look as of a person cowed. Arthur turned away.

  "I want you to know that I do not blame you in the least for anything you did. No action of yours can ever lessen my affection for you."

  "Oh, why did you come here? Why do you torture me by saying such things?"

  She burst on a sudden into a flood of tears, and walked excitedly up and down the room.

  "Oh, if you wanted me to be punished for the pain I've caused you, you can triumph now. Susie said she hoped I'd suffer all the agony that I've made you suffer. If she only knew!"

  Margaret gave a hysterical laugh. She flung herself on her knees by Arthur's side and seized his hands.

 

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