Part 24 (1/2)

She took his card from him and deliberately tore it to small bits which she blew from the palm of her gloved hand. He protested in real dismay, but she looked him challengingly, recklessly, in the eye, until he laughed, too.

All this was, of course, well noticed. Keith, again characteristically, had not taken into consideration the great public. Nan might have remained comparatively indifferent to Keith's philandering about for an evening with the Morrell creature--she had by now a dim but growing understanding of ”celebrations”--but that he should deliberately neglect and insult her in the face of all San Francisco was too much.

Her high, young enjoyment of the evening fell to ashes. She was furiously angry, but she was a thoroughbred. Only a heightened colour and a sparkling eye might have betrayed her to an astute woman.

Observing her, Ben Sansome took heart. It was evident to him that the Keiths had long since reached an absolute indifference in their relations, that they lived the conventional, tolerant, separate lives of the majority of married couples in Ben Sansome's smart acquaintance.

He ventured to apply himself more a.s.siduously, and was by no means badly received.

Keith remembered the next dance with his wife. He could not find her, although, a trifle conscience stricken, he searched everywhere. After the music had finished, she emerged from the dressing-room; the next time she could not be found at all. Evidently she was avoiding him with intention.

Mrs. Sherwood, after each dance, returned invariably to the same chair near the middle of one wall. There, owing to the fact that the ”respectables” withdrew from the chairs on either side, withdrew gradually and without open rudeness, she held centre of a little court of her own. This made of it a sort of post of observation from which she could review all that was going on. She had no lack of partners, for she danced wonderfully, and in looks was quite the most distinguished woman there. Keith's dance with her came and went, but no Keith appeared to claim it. Mrs. Sherwood smiled a little grimly, and her glance strayed down the wall opposite until it rested on Nan. She examined the girl speculatively. Nan was apparently completely absorbed in Ben Sansome; but there was in her manner something feverish, hectic, a mere nothing, which did not escape Mrs. Sherwood's keen eye.

About midnight Sherwood appeared, and at once made his way to his wife's side. He was punctiliously dressed in the mode: a ”swallowtail,”

bright, soft silk tie of ample proportions, frilled linen, and sparkling studs. He bent with an old-world formality over his wife's hand. She swept away her skirts from the chair at her side, her eyes sparkling softly with pleasure.

”You won't mind,” she said carelessly to the young men surrounding her, ”I want to talk to Jack for a minute.”

They arose, laughing a little.

”That is your one fault, Mrs. Sherwood,” said one, ”you are altogether too fond of your husband.”

”Well, how are things going?” asked Sherwood, as they moved away.

”I'm having a good time. But you're very late, Jack,”

”I know--I wanted to come earlier. Everything all right?”

At the question a little frown sketched itself on her clear brow.

”In general, yes,” she said. ”But they've got that Lewis boy out in the bar filling him up on champagne.”

”That's a pity.”

”It's a burning shame!” said she, ”And I'd like to shake young Keith.

He's dangled after the Morrell woman from start to finish in a manner scandalous to behold.”

Sherwood laughed.

”The 'Morrell woman' will do his education good,” he remarked.

”Well, she isn't doing that poor little Mrs. Keith's education any good,” returned Mrs. Sherwood rather tartly.

Sherwood surveyed Nan and Ben Sansome leisurely.

”I must say she doesn't look crushed,” he said, after a moment.

”Do you expect her to weep violently?” asked Mrs. Sherwood.

He accepted good naturedly the customary feminine scorn for the customary masculine obtuseness.

”Well, I don't know that we can help it,” said he, philosophically.