“I hope so,” said Dick evenly.
“I hope so.
I may even abandon what you call my ‘scientific treatise.’”
“Oh, Dick!”
Mary’s voice was startled, was shocked.
Rosemary had never before seen Dick’s 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—”
“I’ll 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?”
“I’m a doctor of medicine.”
“Oh-h!” she smiled delightedly.
“My father was a doctor too.
Then why don’t you—” she stopped.
“There’s no mystery.
I didn’t disgrace myself at the height of my career, and hide away on the Riviera.
I’m just not practising.
You can’t tell, I’ll probably practise again some day.”
Rosemary put up her face quietly to be kissed.
He looked at her for a moment as if he didn’t understand.
Then holding her in the hollow of his arm he rubbed his cheek against her cheek’s 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.
“I’m in love with you and Nicole.
Actually that’s my secret—I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t 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.
Suddenly she came toward him, her youth vanishing as she passed inside the focus of his eyes and he had kissed her breathlessly as if she were any age at all.
Then she lay back against his arm and sighed.
“I’ve decided to give you up,” she said.
Dick started—had he said anything to imply that she possessed any part of him?
“But that’s very mean,” he managed to say lightly, “just when I was getting interested.”
“I’ve loved you so—” As if it had been for years.
She was weeping a little now.
“I’ve loved you so-o-o.”
Then he should have laughed, but he heard himself saying,
“Not only are you beautiful but you are somehow on the grand scale.
Everything you do, like pretending to be in love or pretending to be shy gets across.”
In the dark cave of the taxi, fragrant with the perfume Rosemary had bought with Nicole, she came close again, clinging to him.