Involuntarily his distended eyes wandered to his wife's locked and bolted door; then he thought of Beverly Plank, and his own failure to fasten himself upon that anxiously over-cordial individual with his houses and his villas and his yachts and his investments!
He stepped to the switch and extinguished the lights in his room. Under the door, along the sill, a glimmer came from his wife's bed-chamber. He listened; the maid was still there; so he sat down in the darkness to wait; and by-and-by he heard the outer bedroom door close, and the subdued rustle of the departing maid.
Then, turning on his lights, he moved ponderously and jauntily to his wife's door and knocked discreetly.
Leila Mortimer came to the door and opened it; her hair was coiled for the night, her pretty figure outlined under a cascade of clinging lace.
"What is the matter?" she asked quietly.
"Are you point-shooting to-morrow?"
"I wanted to chat with you."
"I'm sorry. I'm driving to Wenniston, after breakfast, with Beverly Plank, and I need sleep."
"I want to talk to you," he repeated doggedly.
She regarded him for a moment in silence, then, with an assenting gesture, turned away into her room; and he followed, heavily apprehensive but resolved.
She had seated herself among a pile of cushions, one knee crossed over the other, her slim white foot half concealed by the silken toe of her slipper. And as he pulled a chair forward for himself, her pretty black eyes, which slanted a little, took his measure and divined trouble.
"Leila," he said, "why can't we have--"
"A cigarette?" she interrupted, indicating her dainty case on the table.
He took one, savagely aware of defiance somewhere. She lighted her own from a candle and settled back, studying the sequence of blue smoke-rings jetting upward to the ceiling.
"About this man Plank," he began, louder than he had intended through sheer self-mistrust; and his wife made a quick, disdainful sign of caution, which subdued his voice instantly. "Why can't we take him up--together, Leila?" he ended lamely, furious at his own uneasiness in a matter which might concern him vitally.
"I see no necessity of your taking him up," observed his wife serenely. "I can do what may be useful to him in town."
"So can I. There are clubs where he ought to be seen--"
"I can manage such matters much better."
"You can't manage everything," he insisted sullenly. "There are chances of various sorts--"
"Investments?" asked Mrs. Mortimer, with bright malice.
"See here, Leila, you have your own way too much. I say little; I make damned few observations; but I could, if I cared to. … It becomes you to be civil at least. I want to talk over this Plank matter with you; I want you to listen, too."