Rising, she went to the mirror, to stare incredulously at the face it
presented for her inspection, a cruel caricature, lined, distorted,
blowsy, stained with tears. At this vision, hysteria threatened again.
With a great effort she fought it down, and controlled and smoothed out
the muscles of her face. Now she was more recognizable. Even her mouth
was not seriously disfigured; he had struck with the flat of his hand
only; her lips were sore and slightly but not markedly swollen. A veil
would disguise them completely.
At the wash-stand she devoted some very valuable moments to sopping her
face with cold water, and particularly her mouth and eyes. The treatment
toned down the inflammation of weeping, rendered her flesh firm and cool
once more, and left her with a feeling of spiritual refreshment, with
nerves again under control and her will even more inalterably fixed than
before.
Rouge and powder completed her rejuvenescence.
Turning to her trunk, she took out the tray--and paused with a low cry
of consternation. From the tumbled and disordered state of its contents,
it was plain that, having discovered the ring, Quard had searched
diligently for further confirmation of his suspicions.
With quickening breath, the girl dropped to her knees and hastily but
thoroughly ransacked and turned out upon the floor all her belongings.
Within a brief period she satisfied herself of one appalling fact: Quard
had not only insulted and struck her and cast her off--he had stooped to
rob her. Her hands were tied: she had not money enough to leave him.
Probably, with the low cunning and fallacious reasoning of dipsomania,
he had pouched her savings with that very thought in mind. Meaning to
break with her, to have his scene and satisfy his lust for brutality, he
had also planned to prevent Joan's leaving the cast of "The Lie" until a
successor could be found and broken in. Penniless (he had argued) she
would be obliged to play on, at least until Saturday, to earn her fare
back East.
It was Quard's practice to carry his money in large bills folded in a
belt of oiled silk which he wore buckled round his waist, beneath his
underclothing--with a smaller fund for running expenses in a leather
bill-fold more accessibly disposed. But Joan (finding a money-belt
uncomfortable because of her corsets) had adopted the shiftless plan of
secreting her savings in a pocket contrived for that purpose in an old
underskirt. And since she had always held her husband rigidly to account
for her individual fifty dollars per week, she had managed thus to set
aside about three hundred dollars. Unfortunately, it had been their
habit to carry duplicate keys to one another's luggage by way of
provision against loss.
So that now she was left with less than twenty dollars in her
pocket-book.
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