Then, leaving infinitesimal sections of Wurtemburgers, Prussian Guards, Chasseurs Alpins[125], Manchester mill hands and old Etonians[126] to pursue their eternal dissolution under the warm rain, they took the train for Paris. They ate sandwiches of mortadel sausage and bel paese cheese[127] made up in the station restaurant, and drank Beaujolais[128].
Nicole was abstracted, biting her lip restlessly and reading over the guide-books to the battlefield that Dick had brought along indeed, he had made a quick study of the whole affair, simplifying it always until it bore a faint resemblance to one of his own parties.
XIV
When they reached Paris Nicole was too tired to go on to the grand illumination at the Decorative Art Exposition as they had planned. They left her at the Hotel Roi George[129], and as she disappeared between the intersecting planes made by lobby lights of the glass doors, Rosemarys oppression lifted. Nicole was a force not necessarily well disposed or predictable like her mother an incalculable force. Rosemary was somewhat afraid of her.
At eleven she sat with Dick and the Norths at a houseboat café just opened on the Seine. The river shimmered with lights from the bridges and cradled many cold moons. On Sundays sometimes when Rosemary and her mother had lived in Paris they had taken the little steamer up to Suresnes and talked about plans for the future. They had little money but Mrs. Speers was so sure of Rosemarys beauty and had implanted in her so much ambition, that she was willing to gamble the money on advantages; Rosemary in turn was to repay her mother when she got her start
Since reaching Paris Abe North had had a thin vinous fur over him; his eyes were bloodshot from sun and wine. Rosemary realized for the first time that he was always stopping in places to get a drink, and she wondered how Mary North liked it. Mary was quiet, so quiet save for her frequent laughter that Rosemary had learned little about her. She liked the straight dark hair brushed back until it met some sort of natural cascade that took care of it from time to time it eased with a jaunty slant over the corner of her temple, until it was almost in her eye when she tossed her head and caused it to fall sleek into place once more.
Well turn in early to-night[130], Abe, after this drink. Marys voice was light but it held a little flicker of anxiety. You dont want to be poured on the boat.
Its pretty late now, Dick said. Wed all better go.
The noble dignity of Abes face took on a certain stubbornness, and he remarked with determination:
Oh, no. He paused gravely. Oh, no, not yet. Well have another bottle of champagne.
No more for me, said Dick.
Its Rosemary Im thinking of. Shes a natural alcoholic keeps a bottle of gin in the bathroom and all that her mother told me.
He emptied what was left of the first bottle into Rosemarys glass. She had made herself quite sick the first day in Paris with quarts of lemonade; after that she had taken nothing with them, but now she raised the champagne and drank at it.
But whats this? exclaimed Dick. You told me you didnt drink.
I didnt say I was never going to.
What about your mother?
Im just going to drink this one glass. She felt some necessity for it. Dick drank, not too much, but he drank, and perhaps it would bring her closer to him, be a part of the equipment for what she had to do. She drank it quickly, choked and then said, Besides, yesterday was my birthday I was eighteen.
Why didnt you tell us? they said indignantly.
I knew youd make a fuss over it and go to a lot of trouble. She finished the champagne. So this is the celebration.
It most certainly is not, Dick assured her. The dinner to-morrow night is your birthday party and dont forget it. Eighteen why thats a terribly important age.
I used to think until youre eighteen nothing matters, said Mary.
Thats right, Abe agreed. And afterward its the same way.
Abe feels that nothing matters till he gets on the boat, said Mary. This time he really has got everything planned out when he gets to New York. She spoke as though she were tired of saying things that no longer had a meaning for her, as if in reality the course that she and her husband followed, or failed to follow, had become merely an intention.
Hell be writing music in America and Ill be working at singing in Munich, so when we get together again therell be nothing we cant do.
Thats wonderful, agreed Rosemary, feeling the champagne.
Meanwhile, another touch of champagne for Rosemary. Then shell be more able to rationalize the acts of her lymphatic glands. They only begin to function at eighteen.
Dick laughed indulgently at Abe, whom he loved, and in whom he had long lost hope: Thats medically incorrect and were going. Catching the faint patronage Abe said lightly:
Something tells me Ill have a new score on Broadway long before youve finished your scientific treatise.
I hope so, said Dick evenly. I hope so. I may even abandon what you call my scientific treatise.
Oh, Dick! Marys voice was startled, was shocked. Rosemary had never before seen Dicks face utterly expressionless; she felt that this announcement was something momentous and she was inclined to exclaim with Mary Oh, Dick!
But suddenly Dick laughed again, added to his remark abandon it for another one, and got up from the table.
But Dick, sit down. I want to know
Ill tell you some time. Good night, Abe. Good night, Mary.
Good night, dear Dick. Mary smiled as if she were going to be perfectly happy sitting there on the almost deserted boat. She was a brave, hopeful woman and she was following her husband somewhere, changing herself to this kind of person or that, without being able to lead him a step out of his path, and sometimes realizing with discouragement how deep in him the guarded secret of her direction lay. And yet an air of luck clung about her, as if she were a sort of token
XV
What is it you are giving up? demanded Rosemary, facing Dick earnestly in the taxi.
Nothing of importance.
Are you a scientist?
Im a doctor of medicine.
Oh-h! she smiled delightedly. My father was a doctor too. Then why dont you she stopped.
Theres no mystery. I didnt disgrace myself at the height of my career, and hide away on the Riviera. Im just not practising. You cant tell, Ill probably practise again some day.
Rosemary put up her face quietly to be kissed. He looked at her for a moment as if he didnt understand. Then holding her in the hollow of his arm he rubbed his cheek against her cheeks softness, and then looked down at her for another long moment.
Such a lovely child, he said gravely.
She smiled up at him; her hands playing conventionally with the lapels of his coat. Im in love with you and Nicole. Actually thats my secret I cant even talk about you to anybody because I dont want any more people to know how wonderful you are. Honestly I love you and Nicole I do.
So many times he had heard this even the formula was the same.