第24章

THE intoxication of that wedding held on long enough and strongly enough to soften and blunt the disillusionments of the first few days of the honeymoon.In the prospect that period had seemed, even to Mildred's rather unsophisticated imagination, appalling beyond her power to endure.In the fact--thanks in large part to that intoxication--it was certainly not unendurable.A human being, even an innocent young girl, can usually bear up under any experience to which a human being can be subjected.The general in pajamas--of the finest silk and of pigeon's-egg blue with a vast gorgeous monogram on the pocket--was more grotesque, rather than more repellent, than the general in morning or evening attire.Also he--that is, his expert staff of providers of luxury--had arranged for the bride a series of the most ravishing sensations in whisking her, like the heroine of an Arabian Night's tale, from straitened circumstances to the very paradise of luxury.

The general's ideas on the subject of woman were old fashioned, of the hard-shell variety.Woman was made for luxury, and luxury was made for woman.His woman must be the most divinely easeful of the luxurious.

At all times she must be fit and ready for any and every sybaritic idea that might enter her husband's head--and other purpose she had none.When she was not directly engaged in ministering to his joy she must be busy preparing herself for his next call upon her.A woman was a luxury, was the luxury of luxuries, must have and must use to their uttermost all capacities for gratifying his senses and his vanity.

Alone with him, she must make him constantly feel how rich and rare and expensive a prize he had captured.

When others were about, she must be constantly making them envy and admire him for having exclusive rights in such wonderful preserves.All this with an inflexible devotion to the loftiest ideals of chastity.

But the first realizations of her husband's notions as to women were altogether pleasant.As she entered the automobile in which they went to the private car in the special train that took them to New York and the steamer--as she entered that new and prodigally luxurious automobile, she had a first, keen sense of her changed position.Then there was the superb private car--her car, since she was his wife--and there was the beautiful suite in the magnificent steamer.And at every instant menials thrusting attentions upon her, addressing her as if she were a queen, revealing in their nervous tones and anxious eyes their eagerness to please, their fear of displeasing.And on the steamer, from New York to Cherbourg, she was never permitted to lose sight of the material splendors that were now hers.

All the servants, all the passengers, reminded her by their looks, their tones.At Paris, in the hotel, in the restaurants, in the shops--especially in the shops--those snobbish instincts that are latent in the sanest and the wisest of us were fed and fattened and pampered until her head was quite turned.And the general began to buy jewels for her.Such jewels--ropes of diamonds and pearls and emeralds, rings such as she had never dreamed existed! Those shopping excursions of theirs in the Rue de la Paix would make such a tale as your ordinary simple citizen, ignorant of the world's resources in luxury and therefore incredulous about them, would read with a laugh at the extravagance of the teller.

Before the intoxication of the wedding had worn away it was re-enforced by the intoxication of the honey-moon--not an intoxication of love's providing, but one exceeding potent in its influence upon our weak human brains and hearts, one from which the strongest of us, instead of sneering at poor Mildred, would better be praying to be delivered.

At her marriage she had a few hundred dollars left of her patrimony--three hundred and fifty and odd, to be more exact.She spent a little money of her own here and there--in tips, in buying presents for her mother, in picking up trifles for her own toilet.The day came when she looked in her purse and found two one-franc pieces, a fifty-franc note, and a few coppers.

And suddenly she sat back and stared, her mouth open like her almost empty gold bag, which the general had bought her on their first day in the Rue de la Paix.

About ten dollars in all the world, and the general had forgotten to speak--or to make any arrangement, at least any arrangement of which she was aware--about a further supply of money.

They had been married nearly a month.He knew that she was poor.Why hadn't he said something or, better still, DONE something? Doubtless he had simply forgotten.But since he had forgotten for a month, might he not continue to forget? True, he had himself been poor at one time in his life, very poor, and that for a long time.But it had been so many years ago that he had probably lost all sense of the meaning of poverty.She frowned at this evidence of his lack of the finer sensibilities--by no means the first time that lack had been disagreeably thrust upon her.Soon she would be without money--and she must have money --not much, as all the serious expenses were looked after by the general, but still a little money.How could she get it? How could she remind him of his neglect without seeming to be indelicate? It was a difficult problem.She worked at it more and more continuously, and irritably, and nervously, as the days went by and her fifty-two francs dwindled to five.

She lay awake, planning long and elaborate conversations that would imperceptibly lead him up to where he must see what she needed without seeing that he had been led.She carried out these ingenious conversations.

She led him along, he docilely and unsuspectingly following.She brought him up to where it seemed to her impossible for any human being endowed with the ordinary faculties to fail to see what was so plainly in view.All in vain.General William Siddall gazed placidly--and saw nothing.