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order to be at the same table with Eugene was peculiar, and her giving up Narragansett for Riverwood was most significant. It remained for one real discovery to resolve all her suspicions into the substance of fact and convict Carlotta of being the most conscienceless of deceivers.

It came about in this fashion. One Sunday morning Davis and Mrs. Hibberdell had decided to go automobiling. Eugene and Carlotta were invited but had refused, for Carlotta on hearing the discussion several days before had warned Eugene and planned to have the day for herself and her lover. She cautioned him to pretend the need of making visits down town. As for herself she had said she would go, but on the day in question did not feel well enough. Davis and Mrs. Hibberdell departed, their destination being Long Island. It was an all day tour. After an hour their machine broke, however, and after sitting in it two hours waiting for repairs – long enough to spoil their plans – they came back by trolley. Eugene had not gone down town. He was not even dressed when the door opened on the ground floor and Mrs. Hibberdell came in.

“Oh, Carlotta,” she called, standing at the foot of the stairs and expecting Carlotta to appear from her own room or a sort of lounging and sewing room which occupied the front of the house on the second floor and where she frequently stayed. Carlotta unfortunately was with Eugene and the door to this room was commanded from where Mrs. Hibberdell was standing. She did not dare to answer.

“Oh, Carlotta,” called her mother again.

The latter’s first thought was to go back in the kitchen and look there, but on second thoughts she ascended the steps and started for the sewing room. Carlotta thought she had entered.

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In an instant she had seized the opportunity to step into the bath which was next to Eugene’s room but she was scarcely quick enough. Her mother had not gone into the room – only opened the door and looked in. She did not see Carlotta step out of Eugene’s room, but she did see her entering the bath, in negligee, and she could scarcely have come from anywhere else. Her own door which was between Eugene’s room and the sewing room was ten feet away. It did not seem possible that she could have come from there: she had not had time enough, and anyhow why had she not answered?

The first impulse of Mrs. Hibberdell was to call to her. Her second thought was to let the ruse seem successful. She was convinced that Eugene was in his room, and a few moments later a monitory cough on his part – coughed for a purpose – convinced her.

“Are you in the bath, Carlotta?” she called quietly, after looking into Carlotta’s room.

“Yes,” came the reply, easily enough now. “Did your machine break down?”

A few remarks were exchanged through the door and then Mrs. Hibberdell went to her room. She thought over the situation steadily for it greatly irritated her. It was not the same as the discovered irregularity of a trusted and virtuous daughter. Carlotta had not been led astray. She was a grown woman, married, experienced. In every way she knew as much about life as her mother – in some respects more. The difference between them was in ethical standards and the policy that aligns itself with common sense, decency, self preservation, as against its opposite. Carlotta had so much to look out for. Her future was in her own hands. Besides, Eugene’s future, his wife’s rights

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and interests, her mother’s home, her mother’s standards, were things which she ought to respect – ought to want to respect. To find her lying as she had been this long time, pretending indifference, pretending absence, and no doubt associating with Eugene all the while, was disgusting. She was very angry, not so much at Eugene, though her respect for him was greatly lowered, artist though he was, as at Carlotta. She ought to do better. She ought to be ashamed not to guard herself against a man like Eugene, instead of luring him on. It was Carlotta’s fault, and she determined to reproach her bitterly and to break up this wretched alliance at once.

There was an intense and bitter quarrel the next morning, for Mrs. Hibberdell decided to hold her peace until Eugene and Davis should be out of the house. She wanted to have this out with Carlotta alone, and the clash came shortly after breakfast when both the others had left. Carlotta had already warned Eugene that something might happen on account of this, but under no circumstances was he to admit anything unless she told him to. The maid was in the kitchen out of ear shot, and Mrs. Hibberdell and Carlotta were in the library when the opening gun was fired. In a way Carlotta was prepared, for she fancied her mother might have seen other things – what or how much she could not guess. She was not without the dignity of a Circe, for she had been through scenes like this before. Her own husband had charged her with infidelity more than once, and she had been threatened with physical violence by him. Her face was pale but calm.

“Now, Carlotta,” observed her mother vigorously, “I saw what was going on yesterday morning when I came home. You were in Mr. Witla’s room with your clothes off. I saw you

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come out. Please don’t deny it. I saw you come out. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? How can you treat me that way after your promise not to do anything out of the way here?”

“You didn’t see me come out of his room and I wasn’t in there,” said Carlotta brazenly. Her face was pale, but she was giving a fair imitation of righteous surprise. “Why do you make any such statement as that?”

“Why, Carlotta Hibberdell, how dare you contradict me; how dare you lie! You came out of that room. You know you did. You know that you were in there. You know that I saw you. I should think you would be ashamed of yourself, slipping about this house like a street girl and your own mother in it. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Have you no sense of decency left? Oh, Carlotta, I know you are bad, but why will you come here to be so? Why couldn’t you let this man alone? He was doing well enough. It’s a shame, the thing you have done. It’s an outrage. Mrs. Witla ought to come here and whip you within an inch of your life.”

“Oh, how you talk,” said Carlotta, irritably. “You make me tired. You didn’t see me. It’s the old story – suspicion. You’re always full of suspicion. You didn’t see me and I wasn’t in there. Why do you start a fuss for nothing!”

“A fuss! A fuss for nothing – the idea, you evil woman. A fuss for nothing. How can you talk that way! I can hardly believe my senses. I can hardly believe you would dare to brazenly face me in this way. I saw you and now you deny it.”

Mrs. Hibberdell had not seen her, but she was convinced that what she said was true.

Carlotta brazened it out. “You didn’t,” she insisted.

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Mrs. Hibberdell stared. The effrontery of it took her breath away.

“Carlotta,” she exclaimed, “I honestly think you are the worst woman in the world. I can’t think of you as my daughter – you are too brazen. You’re the worst because you’re calculating. You know what you’re doing, and you are deliberate in your method of doing it. You’re evil-minded. You know exactly what you want and you set out deliberately to get it. You have done it in this case. You started out to get this man and you have succeeded in doing it. You have no sense of shame, no pride, no honesty, no honor, no respect for me or anyone else. You do not love this man. You know you don’t. If you did you would never degrade him and yourself and me as you have done. You’ve simply indulged in another vile relationship because you wanted to, and now when you’re caught you brazen it out. You’re evil, Carlotta. You’re as low as a woman can be, even if you are my daughter.”

“It isn’t true,” said Carlotta. “You’re just talking to hear yourself talk.”

“It is true and you know it,” reproved her mother. “You talk about Norman. He never did a thing worse in his life than you have done. He may be a gambler and immoral and inconsiderate and selfish. What are you? Can you stand there and tell me you’re any better? Pah! If you only had a sense of shame something could be done for you, but you haven’t any. You’re just vile, that’s all.”

“How you talk, ma,” she observed, calmly; “how you carry on, and that on a mere suspicion. You didn’t see me. I might have been in there but you didn’t see me and I wasn’t. You’re making a storm just because you want to. I like Mr. Witla. I think he’s very nice, but I’m not interested in him and I haven’t

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done anything to harm him. You can turn him out if you want to. That’s none of my affairs. You’re simply raging about as usual without any facts to go upon.”

Carlotta stared at her mother, thinking. She was not greatly disturbed. It was pretty bad, no doubt of that, but she was not thinking so much of that as of the folly of being found out. Her mother knew for certain, though she would not admit to her that she knew. Now all this fine summer romance would end – the pleasant convenience of it, anyhow. Eugene would be put to the trouble of moving. Her mother might say something disagreeable to him. Besides, she knew she was better than Norman because she did not associate with the same evil type of people. She was not coarse, she was not thick-witted, she was not cruel, she was not a user of vile language or an expresser of vile ideas, and Norman was at times. She might lie and she might be calculating, but not to anyone’s disadvantage – she was simply passion driven – boldly so and only toward love or romance. “Am I evil?” she often asked herself. Her mother said she was evil. Well, she was in one way; but her mother was angry, that was all. She did not mean all she said. She would come round. Still Carlotta did not propose to admit the truth of her mother’s charges or to go through this situation without some argument. There were charges which her mother was making which were untenable – points which were inexcusable.

“Carlotta Hibberdell, you’re the most brazen creature I ever knew! You’re a terrible liar. How can you stand there and look me in the eye and say that, when you know that I know? Why lie in addition to everything else? Oh! Carlotta, the shame of it. If you only had some sense of honor! How can you lie like that? How can you?”

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“I’m not lying,” declared Carlotta, “and I wish you would quit fussing. You didn’t see me. You know you didn’t. I came out of my room and you were in the front room. Why do you say you weren’t. You didn’t see me. Supposing I am a liar. I’m your daughter. I may be vile. I didn’t make myself so. Certainly I’m not in this instance. Whatever I am I come by it honestly. My life hasn’t been a bed of roses. Why do you start a silly fight? You haven’t a thing to go on except suspicion and now you want to raise a row. I don’t care what you think of me. I’m not guilty in this case and you can think what you please. You ought to be ashamed to charge me with something of which you are not sure.”

She walked to the window and stared out. Her mother shook her head. Such effrontery was beyond her. It was like her daughter, though. She took after her father and herself. Both were self-willed and determined when aroused. At the same time she was sorry for her girl, for Carlotta was a capable woman in her way and very much dissatisfied with life.

“I should think you would be ashamed of yourself, Carlotta, whether you admit it to me or not,” she went on. “The truth is the truth and it must hurt you a little. You were in that room. We won’t argue that, though. You set out deliberately to do this and you have done it. Now what I have to say is this: You are going back to your apartment today, and Mr. Witla is going to leave here as quick as he can get a room somewhere else. You’re not going to continue this wretched relationship any longer if I can help it. I’m going to write to his wife and to Norman too, if I can’t do anything else to break this up. You’re going to let this man alone. You have no right to come between him and Mrs. Witla. It’s an outrage, and no one but a vile, con-

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scienceless woman would do it. I’m not going to say anything to him now, but he’s going to leave here and so are you. When it’s all over you can come back if you want to. I’m ashamed for you. I’m ashamed for myself. If it hadn’t been for my own feelings and those of Davis, I would have ordered you both out of the house yesterday and you know it. It’s consideration for myself that’s made me smooth it over as much as I have. He, the vile thing, after all the courtesy I have shown him. Still I don’t blame him as much as I do you, for he would never have looked at you if you hadn’t made him. My own daughter! My own house! Tch! Tch! Tch!”

There was more conversation – that fulgurous, coruscating reiteration of charges. Eugene was no good. Carlotta was vile. Mrs. Hibberdell wouldn’t have believed it possible if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes. She was going to tell Norman if Carlotta didn’t reform – over and over, one threat after another.

“Well,” she said, finally, “you’re going to get your things ready and go into the city this afternoon. I’m not going to have you here another day.”

“No I’m not,” said Carlotta boldly, pondering over all that had been said. It was a terrible ordeal, but she would not go today. “I’m going in the morning. I’m not going to pack that fast. It’s too late. I’m not going to be ordered out of here like a servant.”

Her mother groaned, but she gave in. Carlotta could not be made to do anything she did not want to do. She went to her room, and presently Mrs. Hibberdell heard her singing. She shook her head. Such a personality. No wonder Eugene succumbed to her blandishments. What man wouldn’t?

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The sequel of this scene was not to be waited for. At dinner time Mrs. Hibberdell announced in the presence of Carlotta and Davis that the house was going to be closed up for the present, and very quickly. She and Carlotta were going to Narragansett for the month of September and a part of October. Eugene, having been forewarned by Carlotta, took it with a show of polite surprise. He was sorry. He had spent such a pleasant time here. Mrs. Hibberdell could not be sure whether Carlotta had told him or not, he seemed so innocent, but she assumed that she had and that he like Carlotta was “putting on.” She had informed Davis that for reasons of her own she wanted to do this. He suspected what they were, for he had seen signs and slight demonstrations which convinced him that Carlotta and Eugene had reached an understanding. He did not consider it anything very much amiss, for Carlotta was a woman of the world, her own boss and a “good fellow.” She had always been nice to him. He did not want to put any obstacles in her way. In addition, he liked Eugene. Once he had said to Carlotta jestingly, “Well, his arms are almost as long as Norman’s – not quite maybe.”

“You go to the devil,” was her polite reply.

Tonight a storm came up, a brilliant, flashing summer storm. Eugene went out on the porch to watch it. Carlotta came also.

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“Well, wise man,” she said, as the thunder rolled. “It’s all over up here. Don’t let on. I’ll see you wherever you go, but this was so nice. It was fine to have you near me. Don’t get blue, will you? She says she may write your wife, but I don’t think she will. If she thinks I’m behaving, she won’t. I’ll try and fool her. It’s too bad, though. I’m crazy about you, Genie.”

Now that he was in danger of losing Carlotta, her beauty took on a special significance for Eugene. He had come into such close contact with her, had seen her under such varied conditions, that he had come to feel a profound admiration for not only her beauty but her intellect and ability as well. One of his weaknesses was that he was inclined to see much more in those he admired than was really there. He endowed them with the romance of his own moods – saw in them the ability to do things which he only could do. In doing this of course he flattered their vanity, aroused their self-confidence, made them feel themselves the possessors of latent powers and forces which before him they had only dreamed of. Margaret, Ruby, Angela, Christina and Carlotta had all gained this feeling from him. They had a better opinion of themselves for having known him. Now as he looked at Carlotta he was intensely sorry, for she was so calm, so affable, so seemingly efficient and self reliant, and such a comfort to him in these days.

“Circe!” he said, “this is too bad. I’m sorry. I’m going to hate to lose you.”

“You won’t lose me,” she replied. “You can’t. I won’t let you. I’ve found you now and I’m going to keep you. This don’t mean anything. We can find places to meet. Get a place where they have a phone if you can. When do you think you’ll go?”

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