Ladies Must Live Part 15

"And do you renew that request?" said Christine.

"I do."

Christine held out her hand with the gesture of a queen. "And I very gratefully accept your generous offer," she said.

"Well, heaven itself can't save a fool," said Mrs. Almar, and she went out of the room, and slammed the door after her.

As she went, Riatt actually flung the hand of his newly affianced wife from him. "May I ask," he said, "what you think you are doing?"

Christine had covered her face with her hands, and had sunk into a chair.

For an instant Riatt really thought that the strain of the situation had been too much for her; but on closer inspection he found that she was shaking with laughter.

"I can't be sure which was funnier," she gasped, "your face or Nancy's."

Riatt did not seem to feel mirthful. "Do you take in," he asked her sternly, "that you have just broken your word."

"I've just plighted it, haven't I?"

"You promised to refuse me."

She sprang up. "I did not. I never said a word like it. If a stenographer had been here, the record would bear me out. You inferred it, I dare say.

Besides, what could I do? Even Nancy herself told us no one would believe us unless I accepted you--at least for a time."

"For what time?"

"Oh, don't let us cross bridges until we get to them. We are hardly engaged yet--Max! I must practise calling you Max, mustn't I?" In attempting to repress an irrepressible smile she developed an unknown dimple in her left cheek. The sight of it made his tone particularly relentless as he answered:

"If by the fifteenth of this month you have not broken this engagement, I'll announce its termination myself."

"And you," she went on, as if he had not spoken, "must get into the habit of calling me Christine."

"Listen to me," he said, and he took her by the shoulders with a gesture that no one could have mistaken for a caress. "I do not intend to marry you."

"I see you feel no doubt of my wishes in the matter."

"I wonder where I got the idea."

"Be rea.s.sured," she said, finding herself released. "My intentions are honorable. I would not marry any really nice man absolutely against his will. Although I did say to myself the very first time I saw you, coming downstairs in that well-cut coat of yours--or is it the shoulders?--I did say: 'I could be happy with that man, happier, that is, than with Ned.'

You may think it isn't much of a compliment, but Ned has a very nice disposition, nicer than yours."

"And I should say it was the first requisite for your husband."

She became suddenly plaintive. "Of course I can see," she said, "why any one shouldn't want to be married, but I can't see why you object to being engaged to me for a few weeks."

"How can I be sure you will keep your word?"

"I'll give it to you in writing," she returned. "Write: This is to certify that I, Christine Fenimer, have enveigled the innocent and unsuspecting youth--"

"I won't," said Riatt.

"I will then," she answered, and sitting down she wrote:

"This is to certify that I, Christine Fenimer, have speciously, feloniously and dishonorably induced Mr. Max Riatt to make me an offer of marriage, which I knew at the time he had no wish to fulfil, and I hereby solemnly vow and swear to release him from same on or before the first day of March of this year of grace. (Signed) CHRISTINE FENIMER."

"There," she said, "put that in your pocketbook, and for goodness' sake don't let your pocket be picked between now and the first of March."

He took it and put it very carefully away, observing as he did so: "It's a long time to the first of March."

"It mayn't seem as long as you think."

"Are you by any chance supposing," he asked with a directness he had learnt from her own methods, "that by that time I may have fallen in love with you?"

She did not hesitate at all. "Well, I think it is a possibility."

"Oh, anything's possible, but I can tell you this: Even if I were in love with you, you are not the type of woman I should ever dream of marrying."

"What would you do?"

"If I saw the slightest chance of falling in love with you--which I don't--I should try all the harder to free myself."

"I don't see how you could try any harder than you have. You begin to make me suspicious."

"Miss Fenimer--"

"Christine, please."

"Christine, I am not the least bit in love with you."

"Quite sure that you're not whistling to keep your courage up?"

"Quite sure."

"Well," she said, "just to show my fair spirit, I'll tell you that I entirely believe you. Shall I add it to the contract: And I credit his repeated a.s.sertion that he is not and never will be in the least in love with me? No, I think I'll omit the 'and never will be' clause."

"And may I ask one other question," he continued, ignoring her last suggestion. "What did you mean when you told me that you had decided to marry Hickson?"

"So I have. Don't you see? He and I are really engaged, but he doesn't know it. You and I are not really engaged, and you _do_ know it."

"I wish I did," he returned gloomily.

"Oh, yes," she said, "you know it and I know it, but the dog--that's Nancy--she doesn't know it."

He seemed unimpressed by the humor of the situation. He walked away and put his hand on the k.n.o.b.

"One thing more," he said. "I would like to be sure that you understand this. The weapons are all in my hands. The only strength of your position lies in my good nature and willingness to keep up appearances. Neither one is a rock of defense. I'm not, as you said yourself, good-tempered, and I care very little for appearances. The risk you run, if you don't play absolutely fair, is of being publicly jilted."

"And I should hate that," she answered candidly.

"I'm sure you would," he answered. "And I don't particularly enjoy threatening you with such a possibility."