Her acceptance of Peter had been almost spontaneous, yet it was governed subconsciously by two or three motives. First of all, while she thought it extremely probable that Joanna liked, even loved Peter, she did not believe that Joanna would ever consider marriage with him as important as her art. Therefore she might just as well take him. Then she enjoyed the artistic fitness of showing Joanna that a girl whom the latter did not consider worthy to marry her brother was deemed worthy to marry her lover. And last and most important, Maggie saw through Peter a second means of entrance into the society of “real” people. She had glimpsed this once through the possibility of marriage with Philip. Instead Henderson Neal had closed this entrance to her, she had once believed, forever. She must not fail to take advantage of this new avenue.
Already she was beginning to reap its value. Miss Alice Talbert, it is true, became colder than ever when Maggie’s engagement to Peter was known. She told Arabelle Morton that she considered “Peter done for, ruined, if he married that gambler’s wife. Cousin Joanna did well to get rid of him.” But Arabelle herself had laughed, had said she wanted to meet the girl who had captured “that good-looking Bye boy.” She had come to see Maggie, had invited her to the Morton house. Her good-natured shallowness, her frank determination not to be a “highbrow” and her complete social assurance captivated Maggie. Arabelle was of as unimpeachable standing as Miss Talbert, though her choice of friends was not so exclusive. Maggie was “taken up” by the young women of Arabelle’s set and henceforth her lines were comparatively easy. Still she met with an occasional snub from the older women. Mrs. Viny, who turned out to be the terrible old lady who had asked her about Mr. Neal in Atlantic City, refused grimly to recognize her and gave it as her opinion that “Peter’s doings would make Isaiah Bye turn over in his grave—yet. You mark my word.”
Her hearers got a vision of the dust and nothingness which, for many years, had been Isaiah Bye, slowly shifting its position in the narrow quarters of his tomb.
Maggie had her own plans. She did not mean to have Peter following forever in Tom Mason’s train. But after they had married she would bring about a change. She was sure she could coax him. It would never do to let Joanna think, she would tell him, that he could not achieve distinction without her. And when Peter Bye became Dr. Bye, the famous surgeon, Philadelphia would find that Mrs. Peter Bye had a long memory.
Only Peter, who at first had agreed to marry in June, now some months later seemed in no haste to marry at all—that was the rub.
When she telephoned him on the day on which he had had his interview with Mrs. Lea, she made up her mind to hasten the marriage.
He came to see her the next afternoon full of his scheme of returning to his classes. Maggie noticed a difference.
“You look as though you’d inherited a fortune or found a million dollars.”
“I have. My senses have come back to me. What do you think, Maggie? I’ve chucked all this foolishness with Tom Mason. My, I bet he’s cursing mad. I’m getting down to brass tacks; went back to my classes this morning.”
Surprise and something else altered her face.
“What’s the matter, you don’t like it?”
“Yes—of course—only, but Peter, can’t you see how hard all this is for me?”
He got up, fiddled with the things on the mantel, turned about and faced her, the knuckles straining a little in the hand with which he grasped the back of a chair.
“Just what do you mean, Maggie? What’s hard?”
She told him then that his going back to school naturally meant a postponement of their marriage. “Oh, Peter, can’t you see I want to be safe like other women, with a home and protection? I met Henderson, Henderson Neal, uptown Saturday—I didn’t mean to tell you—but he glared at me. He made me shiver, I wished you were with me. I’m afraid of him, Peter, I’ll never be safe till we’re married.”
His level voice answered her: “I can see to your safety, Maggie; if Neal really frightens you, I can have him bound over to keep the peace. But we can’t marry now, dear. I want to be able to take care of my—my wife. And if I go back to my classes, I’ll need all the money I can lay hands on. I’ve lost so much time that I can’t afford to do any outside work. I’ll just live on what I’ve made with Mason. But that will leave me pretty poor. You see, I’ve got to have five hundred dollars cold for my instruments.”
She looked at him speechless, her gray eyes going black in the pale gold of her face, her hands submissively folded.
He took out his handkerchief and mopped his forehead. “If you don’t mind, Maggie, I think we’d better discuss this later. Suppose we think it over for two or three days, and then we’ll settle upon something.” His voice, infinitely gentle, infinitely sorry for her, trailed off into silence.
She said listlessly: “I think I’ll go to New York for a while. I think I’d like to be with my mother.”
He ignored the pathos of this. “That would be fine. How soon do you want to go?”
“Tomorrow,” she told him. “You needn’t come to the station with me, Peter, you’d hardly have time to make it. I
