What Will People Say? A Novel 52 – Hughes · Verses Across
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What Will People Say? A Novel 52Chapter 52
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Literature · Romance
What Will People Say? A Novel 52
Chapter 52
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Persis was sorry for her husband, but just a trifle sorrier for Persis. She solaced herself with the thought that it was partly for Willie's own sake that she consented to go back, since if she stayed out in that solitude with him any longer she would go mad and jump overboard. And he would not like that in the least. A bride in town would be worth two in the ocean. Besides, a suicide on a honeymoon would be sure to cause a fearful scandal. She could imagine the head-lines.
Willie was a darling to yield so easily. It showed her how much he loved her--also how meekly he obeyed her. That is always an important question to settle. Perhaps it is what honeymoons are for--training-stations in which husbands are broken to harness and taught to answer a mere chirrup; it saves the whip.
But the comfort Persis took in finding that her husband was her messenger-boy ended as they came up the bay again. She suddenly realized that for Willie and her to be seen at the polo games, when they had so ostentatiously set out on their honeymoon only two days before, would provoke a landslide of gossip. Everybody on earth would be at the polo games, and she and Willie could not hope to escape attention. They would be ridiculed to death behind their backs and to their faces. Therefore they must not go.
She explained this to Willie, and he shook his head and broke out, peevishly:
"Why the bally hell didn't you think of all this in the first place?"
"In the first place, Willie," said Persis, "you are the man of the family, and supposed to do the thinking. In the second place, I won't be sworn at."
"I wasn't swearing at you, my love. I was just swearing. Well, if you don't want to go to the polo games, where in--where do you want to go--up to the country place?"
Here was a problem. She was sure that she did not want to be alone in a country house with Willie. That would be worse than the yacht. Since she could not endure either to be alone with him or to go among crowds with him, the dilemma was perfect. Already there was another incompatibility established.
She was mad for diversion, and, being herself a polo player of no small prowess, she was frantic to see the effort of the British team to wrest back the trophy. But a stronger passion still was the determination to evade gossip.
She and Willie, therefore, sneaked from their yacht to their house in town. They astounded the servants, and there was much scurrying and whisking.
They dined together alone, though Persis was eager to be in a restaurant where there was music. She was like a child kept in after school. She flattened her nose against a window-pane and stared out at life. After dinner the prospect of an evening with Willie rendered her desperate. They could at least go to the theater somewhere. Nobody was in town; they would be quite unnoticed. But when nobody is in town the theaters close up. There was nothing they had not seen or had not been warned against. Willie proposed a roof-garden--Hammerstein's.
They went, and beheld a chimpanzee that rode various bicycles, smoked a cigar expertly, and spat with amazing fidelity to the technique of the super-ape; also a British peeress who danced in less clothes than the chimpanzee wore.
Ten Eyck was there. He tried to hide from Persis and Willie, not because he was ashamed to be seen by them, but because he was afraid that Persis and Willie would not want to be seen by him. He had cherished no illusions for the success of the match on its sentimental side, but he had expected them to see the honeymoon through. He kept out of their sight, but they stumbled on him during the intermission, when the audience crowded into a space at the back of the roof where a patient cow was milked by electricity at an uncowly hour, and where couples rowed boats up and down an almost microscopic lake.
Ten Eyck had not expected Persis and Willie to join this hot and foolish mob. But he felt a hand seize his arm. He turned and looked into Persis' eyes. She welcomed him as a rescuer, but it was Willie that urged him to sit with them. Ten Eyck's hesitation was misconstrued by Persis. She said:
"Perhaps he is--er--not alone."
"Oh yes, I am," Ten Eyck hastened to say. "I'll join you." And he went with them to an upper box. Even Ten Eyck felt a little shy.
Persis and Willie knew what he was thinking, and they were like a pair of youngsters caught spooning. Only their misdemeanor was that they had been caught not spooning. Ten Eyck ventured to speak.
"So the penance is over already? I thought you two doves were still on the ark."
"We are, officially," said Persis.
Ten Eyck wanted to help them out, so he said:
"What's the matter? Did the yacht puncture a tire or lose a shoe or--"
Willie attempted to carry along the idea by saying:
"It was trouble with the sparker." And he did not understand why Persis blushed and Ten Eyck blurted.
They were rescued from this personal confusion by what would have thrown any audience into a panic ten years before and now was greeted almost with apathy: the appearance of the British peeress in a costume that was hardly more than Eve wore after the eviction. A gauzy shift was all she had on, with a few wisps of chiffon as opaque as cigarette-smoke. Shoulders, arms, and all of both legs were as bare as her face.
No policeman interfered, and not a sermon had been preached against her. Nudity had lost its novelty, and her posturings and curvetings were regarded with as academic a calm as if she were a trick pony or an acrobat. There was much laughter later when a male comedian burlesqued her, with a bosom composed of two toy balloons, one of which escaped, and one of which exploded when he fell on it.
"I think this age will go down in history as the return to nature," Ten Eyck said, struggling for some impersonal topic. "Women in and out of vaudeville have left off more and more of their concealments, till the only way a woman can arouse suspicion now is by keeping something on. And I can't see that we are any worse--or any better. An onion is an onion, no matter how many skins it has on or off. We'll see bathing-suits on Fifth Avenue next season."
He did not know that the next season was to bring a sudden revolution and divert women from disclosure to the covering of their bodies with chaotic fabrics till they resembled dry-goods counters in disarray.
Philosophizing did not interest Willie. He came always back to the individual. By and by he wrestled with silence, and asked:
"Er--whatever became of that--er--soldier you brought up to the farm? Stupid solemn fella--Ward--or Lord--or something?"
"Forbes, you mean?" said Ten Eyck, taking pains not to look at Persis. But he could feel her eager attention in the sudden check of her fan.
"That's it--Forbes. Still at Ellis Island--or is it Ward's?"
"Governor's," said Ten Eyck. "He's been made military attache at the French Embassy. Sailed for Paris the other day with Senator Tait--and--and Mildred."
Persis' whole body seemed to clench itself like a hand. But Willie, everlastingly oblivious to significant things, driveled on:
"Paris, eh? Racing season's on over there now. How'd you like to run across for the Grand Prix, Persis?"
"Paris is a nice place," said Persis, with a mystic veil about her voice.
And now Ten Eyck looked at her. Their eyes met. His were angry, and hers fell before their prophetic ire. She stammered a little as she said:
"I like London better. We could make the Royal Cup at Ascot if we hurried. My sister could take care of us in the country."
But Ten Eyck slapped his knees impatiently, glared at her, and growled:
"Bluffer! Good night!"
And he was gone without shaking hands.
"What did he mean by bluffer?" said Enslee. "Doesn't he like your sister?"
"Apparently not," said Persis. "And he used to be crazy about her. She threw him overboard for 'Kelly.'"
