Oh, do, Dick, Paula pleaded. Mr. Graham is the only one who hasnt heard it.
Dick shook his head.
Then sing him your Goldfish Song[35].
Ill sing him Mountain Lads song[36], Dick said, a whimsical sparkle in his eyes. He stamped his feet, pranced, tossed an imaginary mane, and cried:
Hear me! I am Eros[37]! I stamp upon the hills![38]
The Acorn Song, Paula interrupted quickly and quietly, with steel in her voice.
Dick obediently ceased his chant of Mountain Lad, but shook his head like a stubborn colt.
I have a new song, he said solemnly. It is about you and me, Paula.
Dick danced half a dozen steps, as Indians dance, slapped his thighs with his palms, and began a new chant.
Me, I am Ai-kut[39], the first man, Ai-kut is the short for Adam, and my father and my mother were the coyote and the moon. And this is Yo-to-to-wi[40], my wife. She is the first woman. Her father and her mother were the grasshopper and the ring-tailed cat. They were the best father and mother left after my father and mother. The coyote is very wise, the moon is very old. The mother of all women was a cat, a little, wise, sad-faced, shrewd ring-tailed cat.
The song of the first man and woman was interrupted by protests from the women and acclamations from the men.
This is Yo-to-to-wi, which is the short for Eve, Dick chanted on. Yo-to-to-wi is very small. But it is not her fault. The fault is with the grasshopper and the ring-tailed cat. Me, I am Ai-kut, the first man. I was the first man, and this, Adam chose Eve. Yo-to-to-wi was the one woman in all the world for me, so I chose Yo-to-to-wi.
And Evan Graham, listening, thought, Dick Forrest is luckytoo lucky.
Me, I am Ai-kut, Dick chanted on. This is my dew of woman. She is my honey-dew[41] of woman. I have lied to you. Her father and her mother were neither hopper nor cat. They were the dawn and the summer east wind of the mountains. Yo-to-to-wi is my honey-dew woman. Hear me! I am Ai-kut. Yo-to-to-wi is my quail woman, my deer-woman, my lush-woman of all soft rain and fat soil. She was born of the thin starlight and the brittle dawn-light before the sun
5
The guests asked Paula to play.
Im asking you to play Reflections on the Water[42], Terrence said to her.
Oh, Debussy[43]! Paula laughed.
No sooner was she seated than the three sages slipped away to their listening places. The young poet stretched himself prone on a deep bearskin. Terrence and Aaron took window seats. The girls were sitting on wide couches or in the wood chairs.
All jollity and banter had ceased. Ernestine leaned across from a chair to whisper to Graham:
She can do anything she wants to do. And she doesnt work much. She doesnt play like a woman. Listen to that!
Paula played with the calm and power. Her touch was definite, authoritative. Graham watched the lofty room grow loftier in the increasing shadows.
He was slow in getting ready for bed that night. He was stirred both by the Big House and by the Little Lady who was its mistress. As he sat on the edge of the bed, half-undressed, and smoked out a pipe, he was seeing her in memory, as he had seen her in the flesh the past twelve hours, in her varied moods and guisesthe woman who had talked music with him, and who had expounded music to him to his delight
Graham knocked out his pipe. Again he heard Paula Forrest laugh; again he sensed her in silver and steel and strength; again, against the dark, he saw her gown. The bright vision of it was almost an irk to him, so impossible was it for him to shake it from his eyes.
He saw the stallion and the beneath the water, the flurry of foam and floundering of hoofs, and the womans face that laughed while she drowned her hair in the drowning mane of the horse.
Finally Graham fell asleep.
6
The next morning Graham learned the Big House. Over the billiard table, Graham learned that Dick Forrest never appeared for breakfast, that he worked in bed, had coffee at six, and only on unusual occasions appeared to his guests before the twelve-thirty lunch. As for Paula Forrest, she was a poor sleeper, a late riser, lived behind a door without a knob in a spacious wing, and only on infrequent occasion she appeared before twelve-thirty, and not very often.
Graham came to lunch with an eagerness to see Paula; and he knew definite disappointment when his hostess did not appear.
A white night, Dick Forrest said. Do you know, we were married years before I ever saw her sleep. I knew she slept, but I never saw her. Ive seen her for three days and nights without closing an eye.
A new guest had arrived that morning, a Donald Ware[44], whom Graham met at lunch. Despite his youth, he was a well-known violinist.
He loves Paula very much, Ernestine told Graham as they passed out from the dining room.
Graham raised his eyebrows.
Oh, but she doesnt mind, Ernestine laughed. Every man that comes along does the same thing. Shes used to it.[45] She enjoys these people, and gets the best out of them. Its lots of fun to Dick. Youll be doing the same before youre here a week. If you dont, well all be surprised mightily. And if you dont, most likely youll hurt Dicks feelings.
Oh, well, if so, I suppose I must, Graham sighed. If its the customwell, its the custom, thats all. But there are so many other nice girls around.
Ernestine dropped her own eyes away, and flushed.
Little Leothe poet you remember last night, she said. Hes madly in love with Paula, too. And Terrencethe Irishman, you knowhes mildly in love with her. They cant help it[46], you see; and can you blame them?
She surely deserves it all, Graham murmured, although hurt in that the epicurean anarchist who adores to be a loafer and a pensioner could even be in love with the Little Lady. She is most deserving of all mens admiration, he continued smoothly. From the little Ive seen of her shes quite remarkable and most charming.
Shes my half-sister[47], Ernestine said, But shes so different. Shes different from any girl I ever knewthough she isnt exactly a girl. Shes thirty-eight, you know
Oh, Graham whispered.
The pretty young blonde looked at him in surprise and bewilderment.
Yes! she cried. You will find we are very frank here. Everybody knows Paulas age. She tells it herself. Im eighteenso, there. And now, how old are you?
As old as Dick, he replied promptly.
And hes forty, she laughed triumphantly. Are you going to swim? The water will be dreadfully cold.
Graham shook his head. Im going to ride with Dick.
Oh, she protested, some of his eternal green manures, or hillside terracing, or watering.
But he said something about swimming at five.
But he said something about swimming at five.
Her face brightened joyously.
Then well meet at the pool. Paula said at five, too.
As they parted under a long arcade, where his way led to the tower room for a change into riding clothes, she stopped suddenly and called:
Oh, Mr. Graham.
He turned obediently.
You really must not fall in love with Paula, you know.
I shall be very, very careful, he said solemnly, although there was a twinkle in his eye as he concluded.
Nevertheless, as he went on to his room, he admitted to himself that the Paula Forrest charm had already reached him. He would prefer to ride with her than with his old friend Dick.
As he emerged from the house, he looked eagerly for his hostess. Only Dick was there, and the stableman[48]. Dick pointed out her horse.
I dont know her plans, he said. She hasnt shown up yet, but at any rate[49] shell be swimming later. Well meet her then.
Graham appreciated and enjoyed the ride. Then they went to the pool.
7
Have youof course, you have, said Paula. learned to win through an undertow[50]?
Yes, I have, Graham answered, looking at her cheeks. Thirty-eight! He wondered if Ernestine had lied. Paula Forrest did not look twenty-eight. Her skin was the skin of a girl, with all the delicate, fine-pored and thin transparency of the skin of a girl.
By not fighting the undertow, she went on. By yielding to its down-drag and out-drag, and working with it to reach air again. Dick taught me that trick.
Will you sport a bet[51], Evan? Dick Forrest queried.
I want to hear the terms of it first, was the answer.
Cigars against cigars that you cant catch Paula in the pool inside ten minutesno, inside five, for I remember youre an excellent swimmer.
Oh, give him a chance, Dick, Paula cried generously. Ten minutes will worry him.
But you dont know him, Dick argued. And you dont value my cigars. I tell you he is a good swimmer.
Perhaps Ill reconsider. Tell me his history and prizes.
Ill just tell you one thing. It was in 1892. He did forty miles in forty-five hours, and only he and one other reached the land. And they were all aborigines. He was the only white man; and everybody drowned
I thought you said there was one other? Paula interrupted.
She was a woman, Dick answered.
And the woman was then a white woman? Paula insisted.
Graham looked quickly at her, and although she had asked the question of her husband, her head turned to the turn of his head. Graham answered:
She was an aborigine.
A queen, if you please, Dick said. A queen of the ancient tribe. She was Queen of Huahoa[52].
How did she succeed? Paula asked. Or did you help her?
I rather think we helped each other toward the end, Graham replied. We were both terribly tired. We reached the land at sunset. We slept where we crawled out of the water. Next mornings sun burnt us awake, and we crept into the shade of some wild bananas, found fresh water, and went to sleep again. Next I awoke it was night. I took another drink, and slept through till morning. She was still asleep when the aborigines found us.
She must be forever grateful, Paula assumed, looking directly at Graham. Dont tell me she wasnt young, wasnt beautiful, wasnt a golden young goddess.
Her mother was the Queen of Huahoa, Graham answered. Her father was an English gentleman. They were dead at the time of the swim, and Nomare[53] was queen herself. Yes, she was young. She was beautiful as any woman anywhere in the world may be beautiful. Thanks to her fathers skin, she was not golden brown. But youve heard the story undoubtedly
He looked at Dick, who shook his head.
Youll tell me the rest of the story some time, Paula said.
Dick knows it. I dont understand why he hasnt told you.
She shrugged her shoulders.
Perhaps because hes never had the time.
Graham laughed.
I was once a king of the cannibal isles, or of a paradise of a Polynesian isle[54].
I see, Paula waited for Dick to help her off.
8
Cigars! And boxes of candy, gloves, or anything, Ernestine said, smiling.
But I dont know Mrs. Forrests records, either, Graham protested. However, if in five minutes
Ten minutes, Paula said, and to start from opposite ends of the pool. Is that fair? If you touch me, you win.
Graham looked his hostess over with secret approval. She was clad, not in the single white silk slip, but in a coquettish suit of changeable light blue and green silkalmost the color of the pool; the skirt slightly above the knees; with long stockings, and tiny bathing shoes. On her head was a jaunty swimming cap.
Graham walked down to the other end of the hundred-and-fifty-foot pool.
Paula, youll be caught for sure, Dick warned. Evan Graham is a real fish man. I saw the rock he dived from at Huahoa. That was after his time, and after the death of Queen Nomare. He was only a youngstertwenty-two. And he did it. So, get ready!
Its almost a shame to play tricks on so reputable swimmer, Paula said while both waited the signal.
He may get you before you can turn the trick[55], Dick warned again.
All OK, one of Dicks guest, Bert, assured. I went in myself. The pipe is working. Theres plenty of air.
Ready! Dick called. Go!
Paula climbed the scaffold and jumped into the water. The moment she entered the water, Graham swung out on the platform and waited. He was confident that he could outspeed her, and his dive entered him in the water twenty feet beyond her entrance.
But at the instant he was in, Dick dipped two flat rocks into the water and struck them together. This was the signal for Paula to change her course. Graham heard the noise and wondered. He swam to the far end at high speed. He pulled himself out and watched the surface of the pool. Little Lady was drawing herself out of the pool at the other end.
Again he ran down the side of the tank, and again she climbed the scaffold. She swam toward the west side of the pool. They almost were in the air at the same time. In the water and under it, he could feel the agitation left by her progress; but the water was so dark he could see nothing.
When he touched the side of the pool he came up. Paula was not in sight. He drew himself out, panting, and stood ready to dive in at the first sign of her. But there were no signs.
Seven minutes! said Rita, Ernestines sister. And a half! Eight! And a half!
But they saw no Paula Forrest. Strangely, Graham saw no alarm on the faces of the others.
Shes been under water over two minutes, and youre all too calm about it, he said. Ive still a minutemaybe I dont lose, he added quickly, as he stepped into the pool.
As he went down he turned over and explored the cement wall of the pool with his hands. Midway, possibly ten feet under the surface, his hands encountered an opening in the wall. He boldly entered. There was a pipe and at the end of it a little room, and he could stand up.