Part 49 (1/2)
She did not speak. He exhaled noisily, and turned to the opening story.
”I met Lane Cullom this afternoon,” she began in a moment, her voice leveled and restrained.
”What did he have to say?”
”He told me about ... about your driving with that Richard woman yesterday afternoon.”
”Mmm.... Yes, she is a friend of Lane's. He introduced me, I believe.”
Her eyes fired. ”You said you were at strike headquarters.”
”So I was, until I took a little run out Hazelton way. Then I came back and finished up my work,” he lied recklessly.
”He saw you at Catawba. That's ten miles beyond Hazelton.... You didn't get back until midnight last night, Pelham.”
”Why, I was here for supper! Then I had to go down town....”
”You were with Miss Richard again.” She ventured a chance shot.
His jaw stiffened, the occasional look of childish petulance smoldering around his eyes. ”What if I was? Do you expect me to be locked in by a keeper every night?”
”You never mentioned her ... except meeting her.”
His mind squirmed. ”We have so much else to talk about.”
She pushed the disorder of letters backward with a gesture of irritation. ”It was a risk marrying you. Every one said so; you had been splendid with me, but before that--you told me yourself--you'd switched from this girl to that.... You had something up with 'Thea Meade, I never asked what.... And the girls while you were in college, Nellie Tolliver and the rest. I never minded them; that was before I knew you.
But this.... Do you think I have no shame, even if you haven't?”
”What a lot of side about nothing! Here I merely meet a young lady, take her riding, drop by to see her--what's wrong in that?”
Her low, tense indictment went on, partly to herself. ”I always promised myself that I wouldn't marry a ladies' man. It isn't so much what you've done in this case, as the tendency,” she continued illogically.
”If everything was above-board, why didn't you tell me that you were with her yesterday afternoon and night?”
”Because it was my business, and not yours.” His tones rose angrily.
”Must I render an account to you for every minute of my time? Can't I have some self-respect left? Do you expect to keep me tied to your ap.r.o.n-strings all my life?”
”You needn't tell me, Pelham Judson, that you took her riding to show her the scenery. I know you better--by now. She made a few large eyes at you; you thought at once that you saw your soul-mate. Told her you were misunderstood at home, of course--that she could understand you.” He failed completely to detect the scorn, intended to wither his defense.
”What if I did? It's true, isn't it? We get along finely on lots of things, Jane; but there are some things in which we can't agree.”
”We both agree, I suppose, that the marriage agreement doesn't call for you to make love to other girls, when you are married to me. Of course, you kissed her----”
”What if I did?” His retort slipped from his lips too quickly; he wished at once that he had held it back. ”There's surely no harm----”
”I won't dare hold up my head in her sight!”
”We're grown men and women, Jane. We're not old fogies. We realize, surely, that love can't be bought and sold, to be locked up forever in a marriage license. Love must be free; and when it comes----”
”You can have your 'love' as free as you wish, Pelham. Only, count me out of it.” She rose, the commotion stirred by her quick motion setting the loose sheets flying, drifting to the new carpet they had been so proud of a week ago. Furious, she stooped to pick them up, her ire mounting as the unexpected enormity of his conduct became apparent.
”You talk like a fool, Jane. I haven't done anything----”