“Hello, Doctor Diver.”
“What’s this?”
“You realize the people in the centre of the floor can’t hear what I say, but you can?”
“A waiter told us about it,” said Miss Warren.
“Corner to corner— it’s like wireless.”
It was exciting up on the mountain, like a ship at sea.
Presently Marmora’s parents joined them.
They treated the Warrens with respect—Dick gathered that their fortunes had something to do with a bank in Milan that had something to do with the Warren fortunes.
But Baby Warren wanted to talk to Dick, wanted to talk to him with the impetus that sent her out vagrantly toward all new men, as though she were on an inelastic tether and considered that she might as well get to the end of it as soon as possible.
She crossed and recrossed her knees frequently in the manner of tall restless virgins.
“—Nicole told me that you took part care of her, and had a lot to do with her getting well.
What I can’t understand is what WE’RE supposed to do—they were so indefinite at the sanitarium; they only told me she ought to be natural and gay.
I knew the Marmoras were up here so I asked Tino to meet us at the funicular.
And you see what happens—the very first thing Nicole has him crawling over the sides of the car as if they were both insane—”
“That was absolutely normal,” Dick laughed.
“I’d call it a good sign. They were showing off for each other.”
“But how can I tell?
Before I knew it, almost in front of my eyes, she had her hair cut off, in Zurich, because of a picture in ‘Vanity Fair.’”
“That’s all right.
She’s a schizoid—a permanent eccentric.
You can’t change that.”
“What is it?”
“Just what I said—an eccentric.”
“Well, how can any one tell what’s eccentric and what’s crazy?”
“Nothing is going to be crazy—Nicole is all fresh and happy, you needn’t be afraid.”
Baby shifted her knees about—she was a compendium of all the discontented women who had loved Byron a hundred years before, yet, in spite of the tragic affair with the guards’ officer there was something wooden and onanistic about her.
“I don’t mind the responsibility,” she declared, “but I’m in the air.
We’ve never had anything like this in the family before—we know Nicole had some shock and my opinion is it was about a boy, but we don’t really know.
Father says he would have shot him if he could have found out.”
The orchestra was playing
“Poor Butterfly”; young Marmora was dancing with his mother.
It was a tune new enough to them all.
Listening, and watching Nicole’s shoulders as she chattered to the elder Marmora, whose hair was dashed with white like a piano keyboard, Dick thought of the shoulders of a violin, and then he thought of the dishonor, the secret.
Oh, butterfly—the moments pass into hours—
“Actually I have a plan,” Baby continued with apologetic hardness.
“It may seem absolutely impractical to you but they say Nicole will need to be looked after for a few years.
I don’t know whether you know Chicago or not—”
“I don’t.”
“Well, there’s a North Side and a South Side and they’re very much separated.
The North Side is chic and all that, and we’ve always lived over there, at least for many years, but lots of old families, old Chicago families, if you know what I mean, still live on the South Side.
The University is there. I mean it’s stuffy to some people, but anyhow it’s different from the North Side.
I don’t know whether you understand.”
He nodded.
With some concentration he had been able to follow her.
“Now of course we have lots of connections there—Father controls certain chairs and fellowships and so forth at the University, and I thought if we took Nicole home and threw her with that crowd—you see she’s quite musical and speaks all these languages—what could be better in her condition than if she fell in love with some good doctor—”
A burst of hilarity surged up in Dick, the Warrens were going to buy Nicole a doctor—You got a nice doctor you can let us use?
There was no use worrying about Nicole when they were in the position of being able to buy her a nice young doctor, the paint scarcely dry on him.
“But how about the doctor?” he said automatically.
“There must be many who’d jump at the chance.”
The dancers were back, but Baby whispered quickly: