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226 Leda and the Swan Marie Farrant smiled again at her husband. dear. At peace, in the sense that I should "Leo, why did you give me a know you could afford to hide your hurt power of attorney four years ago?" "Because I couldn't stand the look of my left-handed scrawl." wherever you liked." "I give you my word of honor that, if you do leave me, I shall be able to do "Not a bit of it. You gave it to me that." because you knew that I should manage He smiled at her, visibly relieved. better than you could. Well, I've done Then he saw what sense might be read it: I've managed marvellously. We can into her words. "I don't mean that, afford quarts of this medicine if it's necessary. Marie. Why, even I don't want to die." Of course, it's obvious that, if we She stirred a little. "That is mag were rich, we shouldn't be living as we are. nificent of you. Or do you mean only But we shall do very well, if you won't that you don't want to leave me by myself?" worry. We don't owe any one a penny. Does that satisfy you?" "That, above all. But I mean it "Not quite." He shifted himself on otherwise, too. I don't want to turn my his pillows, with a sudden involuntary back on beauty." muscular contraction. Pain, of course— They had never shirked analysis. " Ah, she knew it. Mrs. Farrant laid the prescription my dear, for all the beauty you see nowa on a table, and sat down in a days !" She looked round the sick-room. chair beside the bed. "You don't need "I don't mean that. My eyes have that until night, anyhow. I won't go out seen enough in their time—too much, I now. We'll lay this little fretful ghost." sometimes think; for I can remember the The stab of pain had gone as suddenly as it came, leaving an exquisite sensation individual sneer of every damned Gothic gargoyle I ever saw—and the hand is of relief. Mrs. Farrant knew, from the gone." He glanced involuntarily at the slight motion of his features, as well as if limp sleeve of his pajama jacket. she were bearing it herself. She took his "You wouldn't have touched a Gothic hand in hers. " What is it, dear ? " gargoyle, even to caricature it, and you He was weaker and whiter, for an instant, well know it," she broke in. than he had been before; but his "Humph—yes. Forgive my splenetic voice was fairly strong. illustration. I only intended to say that " It's only that I let everything go after this happened. As we both know, I wasn't I could lie here and remember, with my eyes shut, enough beauty to keep me fit for anything. I didn't attempt to going until I was ninety. What I meant straighten things out, really. I haven't by beauty is something quite different." an idea how my debts and assets finally "Love?" came out. Then you took everything "Love? Oh, love, my dear. How over, and we've gone along swimmingly. many people have really known it since Only—I've been afraid, for months, that the world began ? Love's a special case. we were living on your money. I haven't No, I mean the sheer beauty of consciousness—the miracle of human intelligence, liked to speak of it; but it's so evident I shan't last much longer that I'd like to pure and simple. That is the loveliest talk it over once with you." phenomenon of the cosmos. What luck "Well: even if we had been living on to have had it for a little while ! To feel what you call my money, what difference oneself think—even pain can't utterly destroy would that make?" the good of that. I'd rather think "The difference, dear, that I shouldn't as a lunatic than not think at all. One have the luxury of feeling at peace about your future." hates to turn one's back on it—to put down the cup for good and all." " Do you mean that, if you knew I had "You know I don't agree with you a sufficient income, you would feel at about that, Leo." peace about my future? " "No—I know. You keep a religion He could not, with those eyes looking going somewhere. I suppose the reason firmly into his, descend to brutal conventionalities. "You know what I mean, tween us is that, if you're right, why, why it has never made any difference be I'm
Leda and the Swan 227 in unexpected luck; and if I'm right— to consider) the matter slowly, without bless your heart, you'll never even know a blush, with a beautiful little judicial it, so you won't mind." He was silent air. "Leo, if your name weren't made; if for a moment. "Is there anything left you weren't already admittedly first-rate; in the studio that one could sell?" if the world had to be shown what you She shook her head. "I don't think are—" She broke off. so." "All right. I see. You wouldn't want "I wish I could get up there and see." it." He frowned slightly. "I've never been "It might be a photograph." She there, you know; and I don't know just smiled painfully. what there is." "Ah, my dear—for all it is! "Oh, no, it mightn't. Don't insult me. An attic It might be a Giorgione—if there were with a skylight, full of old boxes. There any." He spoke listlessly, without pride. are some sketches, but I don't think a "But it's you—you all over." salable thing. Besides—aren't you going "Yes, it's I all over." to let me keep anything?" "And you're afraid " "You have 'Leda and the Swan.' How "I'm afraid of nothing !" She denied I'd like to see it again! That, in the nature it with energy. "But can't we be just as of things, can't be sold." "I couldn't bring it down, dear, very well." magnificent as that?" "As what?" "As to let one of your best pictures "No. . . . Two men could, I suppose." " She set her lips firmly. "If you want "My very best," he amended. to see it so much as that " "—have been for us alone—a luxury "Oh, I don't. I don't. But I've never that no one else will ever have had? done anything better—thanks to you. Mayn't we keep one shred of your genius What shall you do with it—afterward? " in the most beautiful place of all—just "What could I do with it—afterward closed away forever with our love ? The —except just to keep it for the pure pleasure of knowing that Farrant's masterpiece 'Leda' seems to me as intimate as—as whatever we've ever had that was most is all my own ? Kings would be jeal intimate." She dropped, in sight of her ous of me. It will be my one pride." metaphor. "Thank you. I'm not so big as all "Your father would have called you that, my dear " squeamish, Marie." He did not often "Oh, yes, you are !" she broke in. invoke the unhappy genius in whose "—but as I remember it, it was my studio they had met, chaperoned by the high-water mark. It had a touch of the whole Greek pantheon in clay. first-rate, anyhow." "If you can't see it's something other "It's a wonder, Leo. I wish, for your than squeamishness, I'll leave it to any sake, it weren't I." one you say." " Why for my sake ? " "I can see. You mustn't blame me too "Because you could sell it for nearly much. It was only an idea thrown out. anything, and you would know that it What is up there, then?" hung in some place of honor." "There are the Tuscan sketches." "Thank you. If it hadn't been you, it "Um—yes. I haven't seen them for would never have been. Do you suppose years. You might let Mannheimer have I could have got Leda from any model I a look at them, if you don't mind. My ever saw ? I needed your face as much as salad days and all, but there's this about I needed your figure, remember. And any losing your working arm: it gives you the place you hang it will be the place of highest market value of death. If you'd rather honor. Of course, after you die " ask Showalter to look at them first " "What then?" "Would you mind"—he did not apologize "I'd much rather not. We've kept any of your friends from knowing we needed for asking her so tremendous a ques money. And, in that sense, we don't." tion—"its going to the Museum?" "You mean my time is very short? Marie Farrant considered (or affected But, even so, we need every penny we
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226 Leda and the Swan<br />
Marie Farrant smiled again at her husband.<br />
dear. At peace, in the sense that I should<br />
"Leo, why did you give me a know you could afford to hide your hurt<br />
power of attorney four years ago?"<br />
"Because I couldn't stand the look of<br />
my left-handed scrawl."<br />
wherever you liked."<br />
"I give you my word of honor that, if<br />
you do leave me, I shall be able to do<br />
"Not a bit of it. You gave it to me that."<br />
because you knew that I should manage He smiled at her, visibly relieved.<br />
better than you could. Well, I've done Then he saw what sense might be read<br />
it: I've managed marvellously. We can into her words. "I don't mean that,<br />
afford quarts of this medicine if it's necessary.<br />
Marie. Why, even I don't want to die."<br />
Of course, it's obvious that, if we She stirred a little. "That is mag<br />
were rich, we shouldn't be living as we are. nificent of you. Or do you mean only<br />
But we shall do very well, if you won't that you don't want to leave me by myself?"<br />
worry. We don't owe any one a penny.<br />
Does that satisfy you?"<br />
"That, above all. But I mean it<br />
"Not quite." He shifted himself on otherwise, too. I don't want to turn my<br />
his pillows, with a sudden involuntary back on beauty."<br />
muscular contraction. Pain, of course— They had never shirked analysis. " Ah,<br />
she knew it. Mrs. Farrant laid the prescription<br />
my dear, for all the beauty you see nowa<br />
on a table, and sat down in a days !" She looked round the sick-room.<br />
chair beside the bed. "You don't need "I don't mean that. My eyes have<br />
that until night, anyhow. I won't go out seen enough in their time—too much, I<br />
now. We'll lay this little fretful ghost." sometimes think; for I can remember the<br />
The stab of pain had gone as suddenly<br />
as it came, leaving an exquisite sensation<br />
individual sneer of every damned Gothic<br />
gargoyle I ever saw—and the hand is<br />
of relief. Mrs. Farrant knew, from the gone." He glanced involuntarily at the<br />
slight motion of his features, as well as if limp sleeve of his pajama jacket.<br />
she were bearing it herself. She took his "You wouldn't have touched a Gothic<br />
hand in hers. " What is it, dear ? " gargoyle, even to caricature it, and you<br />
He was weaker and whiter, for an instant,<br />
well know it," she broke in.<br />
than he had been before; but his "Humph—yes. Forgive my splenetic<br />
voice was fairly strong.<br />
illustration. I only intended to say that<br />
" It's only that I let everything go after<br />
this happened. As we both know, I wasn't<br />
I could lie here and remember, with my<br />
eyes shut, enough beauty to keep me<br />
fit for anything. I didn't attempt to going until I was ninety. What I meant<br />
straighten things out, really. I haven't by beauty is something quite different."<br />
an idea how my debts and assets finally "Love?"<br />
came out. Then you took everything "Love? Oh, love, my dear. How<br />
over, and we've gone along swimmingly. many people have really known it since<br />
Only—I've been afraid, for months, that the world began ? Love's a special case.<br />
we were living on your money. I haven't No, I mean the sheer beauty of consciousness—the<br />
miracle of human intelligence,<br />
liked to speak of it; but it's so evident I<br />
shan't last much longer that I'd like to pure and simple. That is the loveliest<br />
talk it over once with you."<br />
phenomenon of the cosmos. What luck<br />
"Well: even if we had been living on to have had it for a little while ! To feel<br />
what you call my money, what difference oneself think—even pain can't utterly destroy<br />
would that make?"<br />
the good of that. I'd rather think<br />
"The difference, dear, that I shouldn't as a lunatic than not think at all. One<br />
have the luxury of feeling at peace about<br />
your future."<br />
hates to turn one's back on it—to put<br />
down the cup for good and all."<br />
" Do you mean that, if you knew I had "You know I don't agree with you<br />
a sufficient income, you would feel at about that, Leo."<br />
peace about my future? "<br />
"No—I know. You keep a religion<br />
He could not, with those eyes looking going somewhere. I suppose the reason<br />
firmly into his, descend to brutal conventionalities.<br />
"You know what I mean, tween us is that, if you're right, why,<br />
why it has never made any difference be<br />
I'm