Part 21 (1/2)
”And that enigma is the complex YOU I want to learn. Of course you're a specialized type, a product of artistic hothouse propagation. You're so exquisite in your fastidiousness that to be near you is a luxury.
Simplicity and you have not a bowing acquaintance. One looks to see your most casual act freighted with intentions not obvious.”
”The poor man thinks I invited him here to propose to him,” she told the fire gravely, stretching out her little slippered feet toward it.
He laughed. ”I'm not so presumptuous. You wouldn't aim at such small game. You would be quite capable of it if you wanted to, but you don't.
But I'm devoured with curiosity to know why you asked me, though of course I shan't find out.”
Her narrowed eyes swept him with amus.e.m.e.nt. ”If I knew myself! Alice says it was to make a fool of you. I don't think she is right. But if she is I'm in to score a failure. You're too coolheaded and--” She stopped, her eyes sparkling with the daring of her unvoiced suggestion.
”Say it,” he nodded.
”--and selfish to be anybody's fool. Perhaps I asked you just in the hope you might prove interesting.”
He got up and stood with his arm on the mantel. From his superior height he looked down on her dainty insolent perfection, answering not too seriously the challenge of her eyes. No matter what she meant--how much or how little she was wonderfully attractive. The provocation of the mocking little face lured mightily.
”I am going to prove interested at any rate. Let's hope it may be a preliminary to being interesting.”
”But it never does. Symptoms of too great interest bore one. I enjoy more the men who are impervious to me. Now there's my father. He comes nearer understanding me than anybody else, but he's quite adamantine to my wiles.”
”I shall order a suit of chain armor at once.”
”An unnecessary expense. Your emotions are quite under control,” she told him saucily.
”I wish I were as sure.”
”I thought you promised to be interesting,” she complained.
”Now you're afraid I'm going to make love to you. Let me relieve your mind. I'm not.”
”I knew you wouldn't be so stupid,” she a.s.sured him.
”No objection to my admiring your artistic effect at a distance, as a spectator in a gallery?”
”I shall expect that,” she rippled.
”Just as one does a picture too expensive to own.”
”I suppose I AM expensive.”
”Not a doubt of it. But if you don't mind I'll come occasionally to the gallery to study the masterpiece.”
”I'll mind if you don't.”
Voices were heard approaching along the hall. The portieres parted. The immediate effect on Farnum of the great figure that filled the doorway was one of masterful authority. A ma.s.sive head crested a figure of extraordinary power. Gray as a mediaeval castle, age had not yet touched his gnarled strength. The keen steady eyes, the close straight lips, the s.h.a.ggy eyebrows heavy and overhanging, gave accent to the rugged force of this grim freebooter who had reversed the law of nature which decrees that railroads shall follow civilization. Scorning the established rule of progress, he had spiked his rails through untrodden forests and unexplored canons to watch the pioneer come after by the road he had blazed. Chief among the makers of the Northwest, he yearly conceived and executed with amazing audacity enterprises that would have marked as monumental the life work of lesser men.
Farnum, rising from his seat unconsciously as a tribute of respect, acknowledged thus tacitly the presence of greatness in the person of Joe Powers.
The straight lips of the empire builder tightened as his eyes gleamed over the soft luxury of his daughter's boudoir. James would have been hard put to it to conceive any contrast greater than the one between this modern berserk and the pampered daughter of his wealth. A Hun or a Vandal gazing down with barbaric scorn on some decadent paramour of captured Rome was the most a.n.a.logous simile Farnum's brain could summon.
What freak of nature, he wondered, had been responsible for so alien an offspring to this ruthless builder? And what under heaven had the two in common except the blood that ran in both their veins?