The Danger Mark
nlight fête and dance in the forest, invitations having been sent to distant neighbours who had been enter
XVI fête-or as near to it as attenuated, artistic intelligence could manage, and they altered Duane's very clever and correct sketches to suit themselves, careless of
h Avenue ateliers sewed faster. Silken and satin costumes, paste jewelry and property small-swords were arriving by express; maids flew about the house at Roya-Neh, trying on, fussing with lace and
s in secrecy, and let it go at that, returning with embarrassed relief to cards, tennis, and the vari
eral preparations, assemble their foot-gear, head-gear, stars, orders, sashes, sword
it as a Black Mousquetier-and, by the way, there weren't any in the reign of Louis XVI, so perhaps that evens up matters. Dysart is the only ma
eggie Wye to Bunbury Gray, flourishing his property
sullen all day, reg
by the window trying to catch a glimpse of the lake to see whether any decent fish were breaking
h," he concluded. "Scott, I suppose you'll in
" said Sc
eat it. I want to try on
t tramped away down the hall banging his big sword, jingling his spurs, and flapping his loose boots. The Pink 'un and Bunbury Gray slunk off into obscurity, and Scott wander
's room, contemplated himself sullenly in the mirror whi
ate my eye-glass?" asked Dys
ntional prejudice of the times.
the Louis XVI sort more than for the XIX ce
om his bored conte
onventional?" he a
something of the sort t
ndly, "does she agre
es toward the unconventional have been th
e conquests? You mustn't
e competent witnesses. D
they lack character to corroborate them. Ask your wife to c
," returned Dysart, staring at him. A
insolently that the other stepped forward,
u can't appreciate a pleasant hint I can ea
silence fo
hance do you think you'd have
d the mouth grew whiter and the man looked suddenly older. Dua
me concern yourself. As for your ill-humour, I suppose I have earned it by being attentive
rt, and his squa
ous indifference to your wife and your rather silly reputation as a débutante chaser-I do believe, Dysart, that, deep inside of you somewhere, there is enough laten
enacing, laid his
her la
ur line. You're only a good-looking, popular, dancing man; all your deviltry is
t you would make yourself noisily ridicul
veryday life they resent it. Yes-if you do anything hysterical there will be some sort of a disgraceful noi
the chair dropped, but even when he
ese days; you're perfectly right, Mallett.
ed, watching Duane. Whatever in the man's face and figure was usually colour
esentment of the neglectful, no jealo
aid, "keep away from my wife, Malle
ly. Now
longer, as though perhaps expecting further
to trying it on, Scott Seagrave's spectacled and freckled v
n all her gimcracks and wants you
e is
ing out to the hatch
id Duane, passing his arm through Scott's
lf in full costume, painted and powdered, the blinds pulled d
explained. "Mr. Mallett, is my hair s
lain figurette! There's not an anachronism
im death to your sketch
ing," he said vaguely, "but I've got to go down to the
m before anybody could speak
most charmingly worn; your hair is exac
l I put my
ghe
er
e centre of the ro
firm, cool ivory skin with on
he held out her fascinating smooth little hands. He supported
nk you so much," she said, with a carelessly friendly pre
ingers still linked lightly in his. She bent over, knees straight, a
faultless, true to the period-very fascinatin
nding over she turned her dainty head and looked around an
traightening up and stepping back one pace, so tha
le, even the kiss, which was classical-pure-Louis XVI.... Besides, Scott was idiot en
again-if that's why you'
's th
door and then cal
we are together t
de similar observations
for him to
he obj
e real grounds for his excitement!" she said coolly, and closed her teeth with a little
're adrift. D
prepared to offer salvage? I
That's usually the first port-for derelicts. Anchors are dropped rather fre
grew very serious as sh
rage near you, Duane?
tell you something: it isn't in me to l
repeated: "Again? Ha
es
I thought only call
ll comers. That's the fledgling idea-when blighted-
ble reputation now," s
hen-because no woman I ever k
d anything intimate to remember
ll-
u or remember you with
happens?" he
could easily board me-take me in tow. I'm quite sure that something about me signals a pilot; and that keen eyes and bitter
a square deal
re whether it's a
nervous, pretty hand with both of h
epped back to the door, and, laying
I particularly take to, but I believe he's a
something in her scornful eyes in
" he said lightly, "y
wly up to him, close, closer, until the slight tremor of cont
hold her this way-every now and then, and"-he kissed her-"tell her she is incompa
pite of his weak peregrinations to other shrines; but you still care for him. And it's up to you to ma
eyes, but the deep, mantlin
"that we haven't-lived
know such things,
one. You see I have already become capabl
she set her teeth-a trick of hers; the fresh
l my life like this-without anything more than the passi
nd to happen, Rosalie. May I
he quiver of her lower lip betr
m back,"
ger care
re mis
don't. All consideration for him has died in me. H
nerless, and, like all asses, convinced that he can ta
what do
g always holds good until he thinks he has won you. Then the average man flourishes his heels. He is doing it. What won him was not you alone, or love, alone; it was his uncertainty of both that fascinated him. T
he door, looking down. Much
know,"
d
l-do
es
hink s
e husband. And every wife ought to be able to manage these lords of creation, and keep them out of harm.... And keep them in love,
ung gently ajar, Geraldine Seagra
ease its beating; then, as she passed with averted head, Rosalie caught
door-and we'll see what happens. If you don't-you had better go at once, Duane. And leave my door o
send you?'-usually something not at all resembling the awaited bonbon.... Good-bye, my al
d sauntered back toward his room wher
ne, and called to her, but perhaps she did not hear him
I seldom catch a glimpse of you except when you
keeping pace with her, he chatted on amiably about nothing
y. What is it y
g," he said
sk of-others." And she t
rong, Geraldine?" he
lied, shaking off h
r as I'm c
truth?" she asked with a
id. "Evidently somethi
riend; I for one, you for anothe
ppened to yo
always t
you te
look concerned and interested i
igh latticed window through which the sun poured over the geraniums on the sill. There was a seat under it. Suddenly her knees threatened
what it is that you believe
n returned in a flash of exasperation, but she controlled that, too, and
"Well, I am. I'm taking chances. Some people take their chances in one way-like you and Rosalie; some take them in anoth
what is worrying y
l you what annoys
ha
of not
orie
t for myself-
make it notorious?" he
your personal conduct"-there was a catch in her voic
athered and settled
wish me
can't without others
es, I
already. And I don't propose to figure with a flaming sword.
he said, smiling; an
ue me, I think. Have you anything further
you think something thr
tens you," she
is no
ugh for yo
aid in a low voice, "I know more about you than
crisping her muscles; she sat up very straigh
?" she tried to sneer, but
ast and loose with Dysart. He's a safe enough propositio
voice cleared with an im
ou. You let a man who is married come too close to you-you betray enough curiosity concerning him to do it. A drifting woman do
n his wife permits
is not
part to instruct me that promiscuous caresses are men's distraction from ennui; Rosalie evidently is in sympathy with that form of amusement-many men and women among whom I live in town seem to be qui
are w
ays that embody everything I supposed was unthinkable, let alone unutterable. But the actors utter every
aldi
cares, or is even curious after an hour's gossip has made it stale news? A divorce here, a divorce there-some slight curiosity to see who the victims may marry next time-that curiosity satisfied-and so is everybody. And they go b
one amuseme
ha
int
forget her. Your pretences are becoming tiresome, Duane.
wept over her; she felt the tears burning
money! I-I do want to keep myself above it-clean of it-but what am I to do? One can't live without friends. If I don't gamble
friends. I'
struck his knee wi
less simians if you had cared for me. You're all the friend I need. But you've become one of them. It isn't in you to take an
, exasperation moved her in tur
Mrs. Dysart with you to y
for each other," he said
her? Must I confess that I could not avoid seeing you with her in he
aw won't harm anybody. So come to your own conclusions.... But I wish you were out of all this-with your fine
nce with yo
e only chance we'll ever
l you, Duane, it doesn't matter whom people of our sort marry because we'll always sicken of our b
ss aged, less experienced. But we have, each of us, our own heritage, our own secret depravity." She hesitated,
oom for a few moments, c
admitted that you dare go any
es
eve," pointing to a closed do
es
me the
not do
u can. Y
?-Du
time is now if it ever is to
me that cannot be said here?
her feet and moving slowly along beside hi
ly, as she laid her hand on the knob a
opened the door, hesitated again, slowly cro
se and gray; a breeze moved the curtains, noisel
everal for her; she stood irresolute for a moment, then,
ng up, her face beginning to r
to marry me,
that
attend to that if you'll marry me-I'll guara
e saw the muscles tighten along the jaw; saw the grave
e." She added hastily, "I don't
ou do t
ou have done
all is square
floor, convinced,
elieve I
head, eyes sti
he truth!
think you care for me.... Yo
, too! Give me my c
"-with a fl
w you'll need me more; and the day after, and after that in perilous days to follow our need will be the greater for these hours wast
beside her, imprisoning her clasped hands on her knees.
she demanded, forcing a smile. "What is the matter, Du
r you-it isn't all for myself!-I care more for you than that. I love you more deeply than a m
she asked,
. In his eyes she read a m
t-understand,
o. Let's f
Her voice was
if you'll love
do you look at me so strangely? And you tell me that I-know.... Wh
ril that you were-ill?... And awok
t was a cr
nk I have not known-since the
desperate hands. For a moment her whole body quivered, then she collapsed. On his knees beside her he bent and tou
d not die of itself, dear. But it left its mark.... You say self-control is only depravity afraid.... That is true; but I have made my depravity fear me. I can do what I please
ide her he bent again, pressin
hat is worst in you. I'll love you so confidently that we'll kill it-you and I together-my strength and yours,
ss, still bent almost double, and covering her face wi
and talk sense, Geraldine," he
ercut her brother and me whenever her sense of fairness was outraged? The time has come
and stared at him out
lf-at your ex
ou mean? I
you know? Is that what you call my sense
n conscious that this would happen some day-that-that
apable of
must not a
ll
m her again-but the slender hands lay limply against him. So they remained, her hands at intervals nervously tightening and relaxing on his shoulders, her tearful
if I do it," she said
wh
k-what I m-m
ittle
I could ever be here speaking to you about-about the horror that has happened to me-looking into your f
ow give me the right t
silence. Then s
ught you took such
nced up at him, th
r-about an engagement-promise me that
hy
ight f
of me. But yo
myself to you-unless you promise to let me go if I think it best. You know
y you now!" he said wit
repeated,
I intend to make sure of you now. You can keep it a secret if you like. When you return to town we can have ever
whe
afte
her; a vivid colour su
so much, so truly-Oh, I-I do love you
, closer; she lifted her face; he kissed
p her reason through the delicious tumult that swept her senses. "B
sion of tenderness overwhelmed her, and h
long ago-my comrade Duane-my own little boy! How was I t
into the lad she had ruled so long ago, glorifying him-drawing them together into t
at him and looked at him as though sh
mine! Nobody else could ever have had you-no matter what you did-or what I did.... And nobody except you could ever, ever have had me. That i
g quite mad about you, Duane.... I don't think
flushed resistance, still bewildered by her own passion. Then, into her eyes came that divine beauty which comes but
ove any other man? Say it. I k
you, D
you h
in h
ediately and passing one hand across his fa
t," she murmured
e dream girl-my little brown-eyed, brown-haire
in the library? Did it hurt you, my darling-I was sure it did, but you
s breath-"I don't mind telling you now
t perfectly delicious s
hing. "If you deal me no more vital
u a-a blow
by not marrying
-I ca
d out in her eyes
-when I stop and try to think-it dismays me to understand how much in love with you I am.... Because it is too soon.
onsense you do
, d
g close, as though within the circle o
he laid her hands on his arms, gently disengaging them, and, freeing herself, sprang to her feet. A new, lithe and lovely dignity seemed
her cheek, her throat, her hair, her lids, her hands, in turn all brushed his
"I'll never let you go at all. Wait-let
the door an
ere-anywhere, Duane. The Lake. Oh, that is too far away! Wait here on the stairs for me-that isn't so far away-just sit on the stairs until I come