"I don't believe I can be," said Valancy. "I'm afraid I'm hopelessly proper. I've been sitting here for three hours with Barney Snaith and he hasn't even tried to kiss me. I wouldn't have minded if he had, Olive."
Valancy was still leaning forward. Her little hat with its crimson rose was tilted down over one eyes - Valancy's smile - what had happened to Valancy! She looked - not pretty - Doss couldn't be pretty - but provocative, fascinating - yes, abominably so. Olive drew back. It was beneath her dignity to say more. After all, Valancy must be both mad AND bad.
"Thanks - that's enough," said Barney behind the car. "Much obliged, Mr. Stirling. Two gallons - seventy cents. Thank you."
Uncle Wellington climbed foolishly and feebly into his car. He wanted to give Snaith a piece of his mind, but dared not. Who knew what the creature might do if provoked? No doubt he carried firearms.
Uncle Wellington looked indecisively at Valancy. But Valancy had turned her back on him and was watching Barney pour the gas into Lady Jane's maw.
"Drive on," said Olive decisively. "There's no use in waiting here. Let me tell you what she said to me."
"The little hussy! The shameless little hussy!" said Uncle Wellington.
CHAPTER XXII
The next thing the Stirlings heard was that Valancy had been seen with Barney Snaith in a movie theatre in Port Lawrence and after it at supper in a Chinese restaurant there. This was quite true - and no one was more surprised at it than Valancy herself. Barney had come along in Lady Jane one dim twilight and told Valancy unceremoniously if she wanted a drive to hop in.
"I'm going to the Port. Will you go there with me?"
His eyes were teasing and there was a bit of defiance in his voice. Valancy, who did not conceal from herself that she would have gone anywhere with him to any place, "hopped in" without more ado. They tore into and through Deerwood. Mrs. Frederick and Cousin Stickles, taking a little air on the verandah, saw them whirl by in a cloud of dust and sought comfort in each other's eye. Valancy, who in some dim pre-existence had been afraid of a car, was hatless and her hair was blowing wildly round her face. She would certainly come down with bronchitis - and die at Roaring Abel's. She wore a low-neck dress and her arms were bare. That Snaith creature was in his shirt-sleeves, smoking a pipe. They were going at the rate of forty miles an hour - sixty, Cousin Stickles averred. Lady Jane could hit the pike when she wanted to. Valancy waved her hand gaily to her relatives. As for Mrs. Frederick, she was wishing she knew how to go into hysterics.
"Was it for this,'' she demanded in hollow tones, that I suffered the pangs of motherhood?"
"I will NOT believe," said Cousin Stickles solemnly, "that our prayers will not yet be answered."
"Who - WHO will protect that unfortunate girl when I am gone?" moaned Mrs. Frederick.
As for Valancy, she was wondering if it could really be only a few weeks since she had sat there with them on that verandah. Hating the rubberplant. Pestered with teasing questions like black flies. Always thinking of appearances. Cowed because of Aunt Wellington's teaspoons and Uncle Benjamin's money. Poverty-stricken. Afraid of everybody. Envying Olive. A slave to moth-eaten traditions. Nothing to hope for or expect.
And now every day was a gay adventure.
Lady Jane flew over the fifteen miles between Deerwood and the Port - through the Port. The way Barney went past traffic policemen was not holy. The lights were beginning to twinkle out like stars in the clear, lemon-hued twilight air. This was the only time Valancy ever really liked the town, and she was crazy with the delight of speeding. Was it possible she had ever been afraid of a car? She was perfectly happy, riding beside Barney. Not that she deluded herself into thinking it had any significance. She knew quite well that Barney had asked her to go on the impulse of the moment - an impulse born of a feeling of pity for her and her starved little dreams. She was looking tired after a wakeful night with a heart attack, followed by a busy day. She had so little fun. He'd give her an outing for once. Besides, Abel was in the kitchen, at the point of drunkenness where he was declaring he did not believe in God and beginning to sing ribald songs. It was just as well she should be out of the way for a while. Barney knew Roaring Abel's repertoire.
They went to the movie - Valancy had never been to a movie. And then, finding a nice hunger upon them, they went and had fried chicken - unbelievable delicious - in the Chinese restaurant. After which they rattled home again, leaving a devastating trail of scandal behind them. Mrs. Frederick gave up going to church altogether. She could not endure her friends' pitying glances and questions. But Cousin Stickles went every Sunday. She said they had been given a cross to bear.
CHAPTER XXIII
On one of Cissy's wakeful nights, she told Valancy her poor little story. They were sitting by the open window. Cissy could not get her breath lying down that night. An inglorious gibbous moon was hanging over the wooded hills and in its spectral light Cissy looked frail and lovely and incredibly young. A child. It did not seem possible that she could have lived through all the passion and pain and shame of her story.
"He was stopping at the hotel across the lake. He used to come over in his canoe at night - we met in the pines down the shore. He was a young college student - his father was a rich man in Toronto. Oh, Valancy, I didn't mean to be bad - I didn't, indeed. But I loved him so - I love him yet - I'll always love him. And I - didn't know - some things. I didn't understand. Then his father came and took him away. And - after a little - I found out - oh, Valancy, - I was so frightened. I didn't know what to do. I wrote him - and he came. He - he said he would marry me, Valancy."
"And why - and why? - "
"Oh, Valancy, he didn't love me any more. I saw that at a glance. He - he was just offering to marry me because he thought he ought to - because he was sorry for me. He wasn't bad - but he was so young - and what was I that he should keep on loving me?"
"Never mind making excuses for him," said Valancy a bit shortly. "So you wouldn't marry him?''
"I couldn't - not when he didn't love me any more. Somehow - I can't explain - it seemed a worse thing to do than - the other. He - he argued a little - but he went away. Do you think I did right, Valancy?"
"Yes, I do. YOU did right. But he - "
"Don't blame him, dear. Please don't. Let's not talk about him at all. There's no need. I wanted to tell you how it was - I didn't want you to think me bad - "
"I never did think so."
"Yes, I felt that - whenever you came. Oh, Valancy, what you've been to me! I can never tell you - but God will bless you for it. I know He will - 'with what measure ye mete.'"
Cissy sobbed for a few minutes in Valancy's arms. Then she wiped her eyes.
"Well, that's almost all. I came home. I wasn't really so very unhappy. I suppose I should have been - but I wasn't. Father wasn't hard on me. And my baby was so sweet, Valancy - with such lovely blue eyes - and little rings of pale gold hair like silk floss - and tiny dimpled hands. I used to bite his satin-smooth little face all over - softly, so as not to hurt him, you know - "
"I know," said Valancy, wincing. "I know - a woman ALWAYS knows - and dreams - "
"And he was ALL mine. Nobody else had any claim on him. When he died, oh, Valancy, I thought I must die too - I didn't see how anybody could endure such anguish and live. To see his dear little eyes and know he would never open them again - to miss his warm little body nestled against mine at night and think of him sleeping alone and cold, his wee face under the hard frozen earth. It was so awful for the first year - after that it was a little easier, one didn't keep thinking 'this day last year' - but I was so glad when I found out I was dying."