``But you shall have it, my dear.'' And he laid his hands lightly and caressingly upon her shoulders.
The gesture was apparently a friendly familiarity.
To resent it, even to draw away, would put her in the attitude of the woman absurdly exercised about the desirability and sacredness of her own charms.
Still smiling, in that friendly, assured way, he went on: ``You've been very cold and reserved with me, my dear.Very unappreciative.''
Mildred, red and trembling, hung her head in confusion.
``I've been at the business ten years,'' he went on, ``and you're the first woman I've been more than casually interested in.The pretty ones were bores.The homely ones--I can't interest myself in a homely woman, no matter how much talent she has.A woman must first of all satisfy the eye.And you--'' He seated himself and drew her toward him.She, cold all over and confused in mind and almost stupefied, resisted with all her strength; but her strength seemed to be oozing away.She said:
``You must not do this.You must not do this.I'm horribly disappointed in you.''
He drew her to his lap and held her there without any apparent tax upon his strength.He kissed her, laughingly pushing away the arms with which she tried to shield her face.Suddenly she found strength to wrench herself free and stood at a distance from him.
She was panting a little, was pale, was looking at him with cold anger.
``You will please leave this room,'' said she.
He lit a cigarette, crossed his legs comfortably, and looked at her with laughing eyes.``Don't do that,'' he said genially.``Surely my lessons in acting haven't been in vain.That's too obviously a pose.''
She went to the mirror, arranged her hat, and moved toward the door.He rose and barred the way.
``You are as sensible as you are sweet and lovely,''
said he.``Why should you insist on our being bad friends?''
``If you don't stand aside, I'll call out to the watchman.''
``I'd never have thought you were dishonest.In fact, I don't believe it yet.You don't look like one of those ladies who wish to take everything and give nothing.'' His tone and manner were most attractive.
Besides, she could not forget all he had done for her--and all he could do for her.Said she:
``Mr.Ransdell, if I've done anything to cause you to misunderstand, it was unconscious.And I'm sorry.
But I--''
``Be honest,'' interrupted he.``Haven't I made it plain that I was fascinated by you?''
She could not deny it.
``Haven't I been showing you that I was willing to do everything I could for you?''
``I thought you were concerned only about the success of the piece.''
``The piece be jiggered,'' said he.``You don't imagine YOU are necessary to its success, do you? You, a raw, untrained girl.Don't your good sense tell you I could find a dozen who would do, let us say, ALMOSTas well?''
``I understand that,'' murmured she.
``Perhaps you do, but I doubt it,'' rejoined he.
``Vanity's a fast growing weed.However, I rather expected that you would remain sane and reasonably humble until you'd had a real success.But it seems not.Now tell me, why should I give my time and my talent to training you--to putting you in the way of quick and big success?''
She was silent.
``What did you count on giving me in return? Your thanks?''
She colored, hung her head.
``Wasn't I doing for you something worth while?
And what had you to give in return?'' He laughed with gentle mockery.``Really, you should have been grateful that I was willing to do so much for so little, for what I wanted ought--if you are a sensible woman --to seem to you a trifle in comparison with what Iwas doing for you.It was my part, not yours, to think the complimentary things about you.How shallow and vain you women are! Can't you see that the value of your charms is not in them, but in the imagination of some man?''
``I can't answer you,'' said she.``You've put it all wrong.You oughtn't to ask payment for a favor beyond price.''
``No, I oughtn't to HAVE to ask,'' corrected he, in the same pleasantly ironic way.``You ought to have been more than glad to give freely.But, curiously, while we've been talking, I've changed my mind about those precious jewels of yours.We'll say they're pearls, and that my taste has suddenly changed to diamonds.'' He bowed mockingly.``So, dear lady, keep your pearls.''
And he stood aside, opening the door for her.She hesitated, dazed that she was leaving, with the feeling of the conquered, a field on which, by all the precedents, she ought to have been victor.She passed a troubled night, debated whether to relate her queer experience to Mrs.Belloc, decided for silence.It drafted into service all her reserve of courage to walk into the theater the next day and to appear on the stage among the assembled company with her usual air.Ransdell greeted her with his customary friendly courtesy and gave her his attention, as always.By the time they had got through the first act, in which her part was one of four of about equal importance, she had recovered herself and was in the way to forget the strange stage director's strange attack and even stranger retreat.But the situation changed with the second act, in which she was on the stage all the time and had the whole burden.The act as originally written had been less generous to her; but Ransdell had taken one thing after another away from the others and had given it to her.She made her first entrance precisely as he had trained her to make it and began.A few seconds, and he stopped her.
``Please try again, Miss Gower,'' said he.``I'm afraid that won't do.''
She tried again; again he stopped her.She tried a third time.His manner was all courtesy and consideration, not the shade of a change.But she began to feel a latent hostility.Instinctively she knew that he would no longer help her, that he would leave her to her own resources, and judge her by how she acquitted herself.She made a blunder of her third trial.
``Really, Miss Gower, that will never do,'' said he mildly.``Let me show you how you did it.''
