WHEN he was away from her, while he kicked about the garage and swept the snow off the running-board and examined a cracked hose-connection, he repented, he was alarmed and astonished that he could have flared out at his wife, and thought fondly how much more lasting she was than the flighty Bunch. He went in to mumble that he was sorry, didnt mean to be grouchy, and to inquire as to her interest in movies. But in the darkness of the movie theater he brooded that hed gone and tied himself up to Myra all over again. He had some satisfaction in taking it out on Tanis Judique. Hang Tanis anyway! Whyd she gone and got him into these mix-ups and made him all jumpy and nervous and cranky? Too many complications! Cut em out!
He wanted peace. For ten days he did not see Tanis nor telephone to her, and instantly she put upon him the compulsion which he hated. When he had stayed away from her for five days, hourly taking pride in his resoluteness and hourly picturing how greatly Tanis must miss him, Miss McGoun reported, Mrs. Judique on the phone. Like t speak t you bout some repairs.
He meditated, Poor kid!... But gosh, she oughtnt to phone me at the office.... Shes a wondersympathyambitious for me.... But gosh, I wont be made and compelled to call her up till I get ready. Darn these women, the way they make demands! Itll be one long old time before I see her!... But gosh, Id like to see her to-nightsweet little thing.... Oh, cut that, son! Now youve broken away, be wise!
She did not telephone again, nor he, but after five more days she wrote to him:
Have I offended you? You must know, dear, I didnt mean to. Im so lonely and I need somebody to cheer me up. Why didnt you come to the nice party we had at Carries last evening I remember she invited you. Cant you come around here to-morrow Thur evening? I shall be alone and hope to see you.
Now that isnt nice of you, young fella. Shes a fine, square, straight girl, and she does get lonely. She writes a swell hand. Nice-looking stationery. Plain. Refined. I guess Ill have to go see her. Well, thank God, I got till to-morrow night free of her, anyway.
Thursday, the to-morrow of Taniss note, was full of emotional crises. At the Roughnecks Table at the club, Verg Gunch talked of the Good Citizens League and (it seemed to Babbitt) deliberately left him out of the invitations to join. Old Mat Penniman, the general utility man at Babbitts office, had Troubles, and came in to groan about them: his oldest boy was no good, his wife was sick, and he had quarreled with his brother-in-law. Conrad Lyte also had Troubles, and since Lyte was one of his best clients, Babbitt had to listen to them. Mr. Lyte, it appeared, was suffering from a peculiarly interesting neuralgia, and the garage had overcharged him. When Babbitt came home, everybody had Troubles: his wife was simultaneously thinking about discharging the impudent new maid, and worried lest the maid leave; and Tinka desired to denounce her teacher.
Oh, quit fussing! Babbitt fussed. You never hear me whining about my Troubles, and yet if you had to run a real-estate office Why, to-day I found Miss Bannigan was two days behind with her accounts, and I pinched my finger in my desk, and Lyte was in and just as unreasonable as ever.
Though this time he heard his own voice and knew that it was curt, though she was looking at him with wide-eyed reproach, he stumped into the hall, jerked on his ulster and furlined gloves, and went out to start the car.
He was relieved to find Tanis cheerful, unreproachful, and brilliant in a frock of brown net over gold tissue. You poor man, having to come out on a night like this! Its terribly cold. Dont you think a small highball would be nice?
He kissed her with careless heartiness, he forgot the compulsion of her demands, he stretched in a large chair and felt that he had beautifully come home. He was suddenly loquacious; he told her what a noble and misunderstood man he was, and how superior to Pete, Fulton Bemis, and the other men of their acquaintance; and she, bending forward, chin in charming hand, brightly agreed. But when he forced himself to ask, Well, honey, hows things with you, she took his duty-question seriously, and he discovered that she too had Troubles:
Oh, all right but I did get so angry with Carrie. She told Minnie that I told her that Minnie was an awful tightwad, and Minnie told me Carrie had told her, and of course I told her I hadnt said anything of the kind, and then Carrie found Minnie had told me, and she was simply furious because Minnie had told me, and of course I was just boiling because Carrie had told her Id told her, and then we all met up at Fultonshis wife is awaythank heavens!oh, theres the dandiest floor in his house to dance onand we were all of us simply furious at each other and Oh, I do hate that kind of a mix-up, dont you? I meanits so lacking in refinement, but And Mother wants to come and stay with me for a whole month, and of course I do love her, I suppose I do, but honestly, shell cramp my style something dreadfulshe never can learn not to comment, and she always wants to know where Im going when I go out evenings, and if I lie to her she always spies around and ferrets around and finds out where Ive been, and then she looks like Patience on a Monument till I could just scream. And oh, I must tell youYou know I never talk about myself; I just hate people who do, dont you? But I feel so stupid to-night, and I know I must be boring you with all this but What would you do about Mother?
He gave her facile masculine advice. She was to put off her mothers stay. She was to tell Carrie to go to the deuce. For these valuable revelations she thanked him, and they ambled into the familiar gossip of the Bunch. Of what a sentimental fool was Carrie. Of what a lazy brat was Pete. Of how nice Fulton Bemis could becourse lots of people think hes a regular old grouch when they meet him because he doesnt give em the glad hand the first crack out of the box, but when they get to know him, hes a corker.
But as they had gone conscientiously through each of these analyses before, the conversation staggered. Babbitt tried to be intellectual and deal with General Topics. He said some thoroughly sound things about Disarmament, and broadmindedness and liberalism; but it seemed to him that General Topics interested Tanis only when she could apply them to Pete, Carrie, or themselves. He was distressingly conscious of their silence. He tried to stir her into chattering again, but silence rose like a gray presence and hovered between them.
I didnt mean to sound huffy. I just In injured and rather childish tones: Gosh almighty, it makes me tired the way everybody says I sound huffy when I just talk natural! Do they expect me to sing it or something?
Yes, you do! cynically. Oh, darling, I dont mean to be rude but I get so lonely. I feel so useless. Nobody needs me, nothing I can do for anybody. And you know, dear, Im so activeI could be if there was something to do. And I am young, arent I! Im not an old thing! Im not old and stupid, am I?
He had to assure her. She stroked his hair, and he had to look pleased under that touch, the more demanding in its beguiling softness. He was impatient. He wanted to flee out to a hard, sure, unemotional man-world. Through her delicate and caressing fingers she may have caught something of his shrugging distaste. She left himhe was for the moment buoyantly relievedshe dragged a footstool to his feet and sat looking beseechingly up at him. But as in many men the cringing of a dog, the flinching of a frightened child, rouse not pity but a surprised and jerky cruelty, so her humility only annoyed him. And he saw her now as middle-aged, as beginning to be old. Even while he detested his own thoughts, they rode him. She was old, he winced. Old! He noted how the soft flesh was creasing into webby folds beneath her chin, below her eyes, at the base of her wrists. A patch of her throat had a minute roughness like the crumbs from a rubber eraser. Old! She was younger in years than himself, yet it was sickening to have her yearning up at him with rolling great eyesas if, he shuddered, his own aunt were making love to him.
He fretted inwardly, Im through with this asinine fooling around. Im going to cut her out. Shes a darn decent nice woman, and I dont want to hurt her, but itll hurt a lot less to cut her right out, like a good clean surgical operation.
I suppose maybe Im kind of out of sorts to-night, but honest, honey, when I stayed away for a while to catch up on work and everything and figure out where I was at, you ought to have been cannier and waited till I came back. Cant you see, dear, when you made me come, Ibeing about an average bull-headed chumpmy tendency was to resist? Listen, dear, Im going now
He resolutely put his hands behind him. Not a thing, God bless you, not a thing. Youre as good as they make em. But its just Good Lord, do you realize Ive got things to do in the world? Ive got a business to attend to and, you might not believe it, but Ive got a wife and kids that Im awful fond of! Then only during the murder he was committing was he able to feel nobly virtuous. I want us to be friends but, gosh, I cant go on this way feeling I got to come up here every so often
Oh, darling, darling, and Ive always told you, so carefully, that you were absolutely free. I just wanted you to come around when you were tired and wanted to talk to me, or when you could enjoy our parties
She was so reasonable, she was so gently right! It took him an hour to make his escape, with nothing settled and everything horribly settled. In a barren freedom of icy Northern wind he sighed, Thank God thats over! Poor Tanis, poor darling decent Tanis! But it is over. Absolute! Im free!