CRIMSON MOUNTAIN (20 page)

“Oh,” exclaimed Laurel, “how very lovely! Can this be a clubhouse—or does some friend of yours live here?”

“No, no one lives here at present,” said Adrian as they drove up to the door and the car stopped. “It is a new house, recently completed. I have had my eye on it for a long time. I have brought you here to see it. I want to know if you would like to live here.”

Laurel looked at the young man in amazement. Was he joking? “Would
I
—like to
live
here? What in the world do you mean, Adrian? What an absurd question to ask me. Is it some kind of a joke?”

The young man gave her an annoyed look. “No, I am not joking,” he said haughtily. “I never was more in earnest in my life. I have an option on this house, and I want to know if you like it. Do you?”

“Like it?” said Laurel, still more puzzled. “Why, of course. It is a beautiful house. Anybody would like it, wouldn’t they? It’s a charming place. It’s a mansion, a palace! But why should you need my word for it? Or were you only having it in mind to show me something very wonderful?” Laurel’s tone was not mocking, her laughter happy and not at all self-conscious. Adrian looked at her with an annoyed frown again. “Can’t you be serious?” he said. “Do you or do you not like this house? Would you like to live here?”

Laurel’s face sobered. “Why, yes, I can imagine that life under some circumstances could be very pleasant in such a house as that. But of course, for practical purposes it would scarcely be fitting for
my
station in life.”

Adrian looked at her merry, dancing eyes, and his indignation rose. “You certainly are very trying, Laurel,” he said severely. “I am endeavoring to discover whether you want me to buy that house or not? Can’t you understand?”

“Whether I want you to buy that house or not? Why, Adrian, I should suppose
you
were the one to be suited in a house you are thinking of buying, not me. I, of course, would have nothing to do with a matter like that. If you like it, and since you have money to pay for it and to run it after you have paid for it, I should think it might be a very lovely idea for you to buy it.”

Adrian gave her a withering glance. “You’re being quite obtuse, aren’t you?” he said indignantly. Then he swung open the door of the car. “Get out,” he ordered. “We’re going inside.”

“Oh, really?” said Laurel. “How nice! I’d love to see inside a house like that. But we mustn’t stay there very long.” She glanced at her watch. “It’s getting late and time to start back. We’ve come a long way, you know, Adrian!”

He did not answer her. Just stalked up the steps and flung the door open wide, his eyes furious.

Laurel paused on the threshold and exclaimed at the beauty. “Why, it’s all furnished!” she exclaimed. “How marvelous. What a darling color scheme, and it all fits together so harmoniously! Oh, I’m so glad to have seen this lovely place!”

Adrian’s tenseness relaxed. “I was quite sure this would appeal to you,” he said, almost as if offended.

“Well, it was nice of you to take the time and the trouble to bring me here!” said Laurel uneasily, realizing that there might be something more to come.

He led her into the great living room, which was so wide and high and deep it was almost big enough to be a ballroom, and he seated her in a luxurious chair.

“Now,” said Adrian, “I want to talk to you. You have been very difficult, and I did not expect to have to present this matter in such a state of mind, but since you have chosen to be this way, I suppose there is nothing to be done about it but speak very plainly. I have bought this house and furnished it to the best of my ability in an endeavor to please you and to prepare a place where we could come after we are married and live a pleasant, normal life. I have arranged that any article of furniture that you do no like can be returned and you can choose other articles in its place. I have brought you here today to show you what kind of a home and what kind of a life I expect to give you, and I have arranged everything so that we can be married at once and begin living here. I dislike delays very much, and I felt that if everything was ready, you could not put off the wedding for long. Fortunately, any purchases you wish for your own wardrobe can be made in a few hours, and I don’t see why we could not be married at once. That is, in a few days.”

“Married!” said Laurel, staring at him in amazement. “
Married
? Why, Adrian, I have no idea of marrying you! I could not marry you!”

“Indeed!” said Adrian. “And why not? Am I so objectionable that you cannot entertain that thought?”

“Why no, Adrian, you are not objectionable. You have always been most kind and nice to me. But I could not marry you.”

“And why not?”

“Because I don’t love you, Adrian.” She said it solemnly and sweetly, and he stared at her with a look of one who didn’t quite understand but could not but admire.

Then he turned with a haughty fling up of his chin and a sneer on his lips. “Oh heavens! Laurel, that’s old stuff. Don’t you know that love was outmoded long ago?”

“Sorry!” said Laurel with a lift of her own firm, little chin. “It may be outmoded with some but not with me.” She said it definitely. “I could never marry anyone unless I loved him.”

“Oh, that’s nonsense, Laurel! Love comes after marriage, didn’t you know that?”

“No,” said Laurel. “I think that is one great reason of many divorces. So many people marry when they are not sure that they love each other. I think it would be unbearable to be married to one you didn’t love with all your heart. Don’t you?”

Adrian shrugged his shoulders with a calm smile.

“There is always divorce,” he said. “One doesn’t need to feel that the matter is too final.”

“Adrian! Do you mean that?” she asked.

“Why, certainly I do,” said the young man, regarding her amusedly. “Don’t you? You have to if you want to keep up with the times.”

“But I don’t, Adrian. There is sin in the times. More than there has been for generations. And that matter of divorce is a part of it. Even if I loved you, Adrian, I would
never
marry a man who believed that ‘there is always divorce.’ In fact, Adrian, even if I loved you, I couldn’t marry you, because you and I do not think alike on hardly any subject. We could never live together and be happy.”

“Oh, now that’s absurd, Laurel. Don’t you know that it is generally accepted by everybody that when people live together they get to thinking alike? Before a year of married life was over for us,
you
would begin to think as
I
do. Those things adjust themselves, you know.”

“And you think, Adrian, that before a year,
you
would have begun to think just as
I
do?” Laurel laughed. “You wouldn’t believe in drinking nor gambling? You wouldn’t delight in nightclubs and Sunday house parties and all those matters on which we have never agreed? You think that
you
would come to think as
I
do? Is that what you are trying to say?”

“Heavens, no! I didn’t say that. I said that
you
would come to think as
I
do. You know when there is a difference of opinion between husbands and wives the final word is always the prerogative of the husband, for man is the head of the house and has the deciding right.”

“Yes,” said Laurel. “
That
would be the way that it would be! That is what I am sure it would be. That would mean that a marriage like that would take away my right to think for myself. And that is why I could never marry you! No, Adrian, it wouldn’t be possible, even if we loved one another. And I
know
that we do
not!”

“What makes you think that?” asked the man. “Do you know what love is?”

“Yes, I think I do, Adrian. And I think that in the relationship of a man and a woman it is the only thing worthwhile.”

“Oh!” he said with a sneer. “Do you think that that could make up for poverty and hard labor and pain and a lack of all the good things that go to make life in this world worthwhile?”

“Yes,” said Laurel, looking at him steadily, “I do. I know people who have been through all that and have been happy in spite of it because they have loved. It seems to me that without deep love, marriage would be a travesty. And I do
not
love you!”

He looked at her steadily, emotions flitting over his handsome face like angry clouds trembling over the pleasant blue of a summer sky. There was disgust, fury, scorn, intolerance, determination, and then lofty amusement.

Suddenly Faber arose. “Forget it,” he said in his drawling, amused tone. “Let’s go look at the house. I certainly am not coming all the way out here without a chance to show you the whole place.”

It was a part of his regular tactics, this sudden change of attack. It always took his victim off guard, and for the time won him a count.

Laurel gave him a frightened, puzzled glance and then rose from the comfortable chair. Instantly he was by her side, assisting her to rise, leading her through the lofty rooms, throwing open doors that revealed lovely vistas, giving a glimpse of fragile glass and priceless china, breathtaking in its beauty. And there still remained in the girl’s consciousness a memory of values that made her know how costly all this display was that he was showing her.

Faber seemed to know by instinct just what would most appeal to this girl he had brought here to tempt her from standards that seemed so firmly fixed in her soul. He was watching her now each step as they progressed. Through the library with its costly volumes in rank after rank of tooled leather bindings, gold lettered. The exquisite bits of statuary here and there in nooks just made for them, the few magnificent paintings that seemed like glimpses of the real world. Up the stairs so broad and low with luring views from arched windows over mountains lovely in their autumn garb. He could read her enjoyment of it all in her beautiful young face, and it was as he had planned. She reflected beauty as if she were a mirror.

But there was something missing. Some quality of utter surrender to the things of the senses that he had not counted on. What was it? What had happened to her since he had last seen her? It was as if she had become immune to the things of his world. She could see its beauty, but it no longer had power to move her as it used to. What could it be that had changed her? It did not seem possible that in so short a time, a few days, something should have so influenced her that the things he had counted on could no longer draw, had lost their power. It must mean that something greater than he knew had gained an influence over her.

And then he set his worldly mind to work to discover what it could be. Some other man, of course, he decided. Who was it? Some hick she used to know in her school days. It must be that, for surely nothing else could lure her back to that dead-and-alive little village in the edge of the mountains. No power less than an old lover could make her willing to pass up a fortune and take up with being a schoolteacher. And now what was he to do?

She must see everything in the house, of course, while she was here, and he made sure of that, until Laurel was fairly tired out. He devoted himself to her in a charming way until he almost made her believe she had misjudged his harshness and worldliness.

And yet she could not but remember the gentleness and care of another young man who had walked beside her a few days ago. If she wanted to, she could not admire this man with that other in her mind.

She looked at her watch as they were coming down the stairs at last from a survey of the upper stories and the amazing wealth of luxuries that had been flung at her feet.

“But, Adrian,” she exclaimed, “look what time it is. I must get back. I told you I had things to do today.”

“Yes,” said Adrian calmly. “We’re getting back all in due time. First we’re taking lunch at the country club nearby, and then we’ll talk about going back.”

In troubled silence, she succumbed. She had promised to go to Mrs. Gray’s, and she didn’t like the idea of disappointing her, but she must handle this matter in a manner that would not bring her trouble later. She must show Adrian that she was in earnest. She must finish the matter once and for all.

But Adrian said nothing more about marrying until they had finished lunch. Laurel had tried to be as pleasant as possible so that he would have nothing to blame her for.

And at last, when he saw her begin to gather up her things and put on her gloves, Adrian spoke, as if he had never left off the one topic that had been in their minds all the time. “Laurel,” he said “you’ve changed. What’s happened to you?”

“Changed?” said Laurel. “Yes, perhaps I have.” She looked at him thoughtfully. “Yes, something
has
happened to me. I didn’t think it showed on me—not yet!”

He studied her again, almost alarmed now. She was going to admit it. That looked sort of hopeless. “What is it, Laurel?”

She was still a minute, and then she looked up with a sudden blaze of light in her face. “Why, I’ve accepted the Lord Jesus Christ as my Savior, and it’s changed a lot of things in me. It’s made things clear in my mind that have been sort of muddled for a long time.”

He looked down at her for a moment with amazed disgust, and then he said with a new kind of contempt in his voice, “You don’t mean you’ve turned religious on me, do you?
Good night!
It is as bad as that? Well, I only know one thing. You ought to see a psychiatrist at once before this thing sets in and gets a stranglehold on you. You don’t want to lose your mind, do you?”

Laurel smiled. “Oh, there’s no danger of that,” she said almost eagerly. “I was never so happy in my life. I’m sorry for you because I can see you don’t understand, but perhaps someday you will, and now, Adrian, please take me back. I really must go at once. I’m going to be late for something I had planned to do.”

“Do you actually mean that you
want
to leave this house and go back to that terrible boardinghouse where I found you?” His eyes were so utterly unbelieving that she had to laugh.

“Oh, that boardinghouse is rather terrible, I know,” she admitted. “I mean to get a better place as soon as I have time to look around. And your gorgeous house is marvelous. It isn’t that I don’t
like
it. But it is not for me. It is not where I belong, and I must go back to my work and to the place God has shown me He would like to have me stay for the present at least.”