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John Deigh
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Contents
Acknowledgments ix
Sources xi
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Index 271
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Acknowledgments
I tried out most of the essays in this volume before various audiences at con-
ferences, meetings of professional organizations, departmental colloquia, and
research institute workshops. I am grateful for the interest that was shown and
for the many helpful comments I received at these events. I have benefited
too from the input of friends, colleagues, and students who read one or more
of these essays in draft. I wish, particularly, to thank Daniel Brudney, Brad
Cokelet, David Dolinko, Kathleen Higgins, Robert Kane, Herbert Morris,
Martha Nussbaum, Larry Sager, Michael Stocker, and Paul Woodruff. My
discussions with them over the years about my ideas have been immensely
valuable. Similarly, years of discussions with Jonathan Adler and Robert
Solomon, and a memorable seminar on emotions that Solomon and I jointly
taught, were enormously helpful to me. Unfortunately, their untimely deaths
prevent me from also thanking them on this occasion.
The three essays on punishment with which the collection concludes
came about from my participation in a working group on the problems of rein-
tegration into society that confront felons who have served significant time in
prison. The group was sponsored by the Institute for Criminal Justice Ethics
at John Jay College, and I am grateful to Jonathan Jacobs, Director of the
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Institute, and the other members of the group for the rich and illuminating
discussions we had about these problems.
I wish to thank Peter Ohlin, my editor at Oxford University Press, for his
interest and support as well as his help in putting this collection together.
Abigail Johnson and Isla Ng also helped with the Press’s editing and pro-
duction of the collection, and I thank them too for their assistance. Sarah
Shamburg assisted me in preparing the manuscript for production and
securing the needed permissions for reprinting the previously published
essays. I am very grateful to her for her help. I am grateful too for the institu-
tional support in the form of research leaves, funds, and assistance that I re-
ceived from the University of Texas at Austin.
I had the good fortune early in my career to study with Herbert Morris,
who supervised my Ph.D. dissertation. Many of the seminal ideas in my work
came from our conversations and his guidance during the years I worked
on the dissertation. Since then he has continued to be a friend and mentor
whose encouragement and support, comments and criticism, I treasure. Not
long ago he introduced me to the depth of thought in Poussin’s paintings.
My choice of Spring as cover art for this collection was made in tribute to a
wonderful friendship of more than forty years.
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Sources
2. “William James and the Rise of the Scientific Study of Emotion” is a contri-
bution to a special section on William James’s theory of emotions in Emotion
Review 8 (2016): 56–61. It is reprinted by permission of Sage Publications Ltd.
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the Institute for Criminal Justice Ethics at John Jay College, CUNY. The last
part is taken from my contribution to the Fred Berger Prize symposium on Kit
Wellman’s article “The Rights Forfeiture Theory of Punishment” at the American
Philosophical Association’s Pacific Division meeting in 2015. It is reprinted by
permission of Cambridge University Press.
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Introduction: Naturalism
in Ethics
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2 Introduction
with such expertise could teach a craft. His mistake, according to Protagoras,
was due to his looking in the wrong place for teachers of virtue. Because all
or nearly all citizens were equipped with justice and conscience and all or
nearly all exhibited these traits in their daily lives, any citizen, with the ex-
ception of the few who had turned against the city, were suitable teachers. In
fact, Protagoras maintained, one often found ordinary as well as distinguished
citizens in their engagement with the young teaching them virtue as natu-
rally as they taught them Greek.
Naturalism reached its zenith in ancient philosophy with Aristotle’s eth-
ical writings. Aristotle’s program in ethics was to answer through the study
of human psychology the questions that Socrates had asked about how one
should live and about the nature of virtue. A deep understanding of the parts
and workings of the human soul, Aristotle believed, would show what a good
life consisted in and how through the development and exercise of the in-
tellectual and moral virtues it could be achieved. To be sure, Plato too un-
dertook to answer the same Socratic questions through a study of human
psychology. He too thought that our coming to understand the parts and
workings of the human soul would show us which life was the best for human
beings and how one could acquire the virtues necessary to live it. And Plato,
needless to say, was no naturalist. The difference between the two, however,
is that Plato, unlike Aristotle, attributed to the rational part of the soul powers
that gave it access to an intelligible world whose constituents were immu-
table and eternal and that made the soul itself immortal. Aristotle opposed
Plato on these points. While he held that the rational part of the soul distin-
guished human beings from other animals, he understood the human soul
to function entirely within the natural world. Its rational part belonged to the
natural world no less than the parts that he identified as common to all ani-
mals. His answers to Socrates’s questions thus came entirely from a study of
natural phenomena.
The naturalist tradition in ethics went into hibernation during the
Middle Ages. Its dormancy was due to the dominance of Christian thought
throughout the period. Christian thought had merged with Neoplatonism in
the last century of the Roman Empire, and this merger, abetted by Augustine’s
making the doctrine of free will one of its fixtures, effectively excluded nat-
uralism from moral philosophy for the millennium that followed. Indeed,
the doctrine of free will, which Augustine had advanced to absolve God
of any responsibility for human sin, was the most important contributor to
the silencing of naturalism during the medieval period. The rediscovery of
Aristotle’s ethical treatises in the thirteenth century initiated some movement
towards a change in this situation. The great influence of these treatises on
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4 Introduction
their theories. It did not belong exclusively to their toolkit. The outstanding
example of its use outside of naturalism is Rousseau’s account in his Discourse
on the Origin of Inequality of the birth and growth of human injustice and
cruelty.
Rousseau agreed with Hume in taking justice to have originated in
the conventions of property. Unlike Hume, however, who explained these
conventions as the consequence of cooperative schemes that human beings
invented for their mutual advantage, Rousseau explained them as the conse-
quence of consent to the appropriation of land by those who worked it. This
difference between the two views is crucial. For Rousseau, in making con-
sent to being excluded from the use of land by another’s declaring it his own
the origin of justice, implied that justice and consequently injustice derived
from the operations of the human will. Of course, if Rousseau had thought
that a man’s will was itself determined by natural forces, his view would not
have been crucially different from Hume’s. But Rousseau held exactly the
opposite view:
I see nothing in any animal but an ingenious machine . . . I perceive exactly the
same things in the human machine, with this difference, that in the operations
of the brute, nature is the sole agent, whereas man has some share of his own op-
eration, in his character as a free agent. The one chooses and refuses by instinct,
the other from an act of free will.2
2. Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Discourse on the Origin of Inequality, in The Social Contract and
Discourses, G. D. H. Cole, trans. (New York: E. P. Dutton & Co., 1959), p. 207.
3. Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Emile, Allan Bloom, trans. (New York: Basic Books, 1978), p. 37.
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6 Introduction
Introduction 7
8 Introduction
Introduction 9
10 Introduction
Introduction 11
judg’d of.”4 Hume rested this thesis on his account of what he called indirect
passions, the sentiments of approbation and disapprobation, in particular.
These passions are built into the human frame, which means that as soon
as a child’s affective capacities have developed enough to experience them,
the child is conscious of virtue and vice. They are, in this respect, like visual
impressions of color. That is, a child becomes conscious of different colors as
soon as its visual powers are sufficiently developed to be capable of discrimi-
nating among them. Hume, indeed, affirmed the analogy between colors and
virtues, colors and vices.5 One can reject this analogy, though, and therefore
sentimentalism while at the same time opposing, as Hume did, rationalism
on the question of reason’s power to motivate action. Thus the two aspects of
his naturalism come apart.
In fact, I do not accept the analogy. I do not believe it can be sustained.
My discussion in the first essay of problems with the perceptual model of
emotions explains why.6 The gist of the discussion is that one cannot tell
the difference between virtue and vice unless one understands what would
make a feature of a person’s character a virtue and what would make it a vice.
It is not sufficient, contrary to Hume, that the motives one discerns behind
people’s actions please or displease one when one views them disinterestedly.
One must also have the concepts of benefit and harm so as to understand
how actions that spring from such motives tend to benefit or harm the agent
or others. By contrast, one does not need to understand anything about colors
to see them. The failure of the analogy is evident in the difference between
how one teaches a child the words for different colors and how one teaches
it the words for different values. On the account of the latter teaching that
I favor, it serves to retarget the child’s desires and emotions away from some
of the objects they have as inherited dispositions and towards others that did
not previously arouse them. Such teaching corresponds to the training of
desires Aristotle takes to be necessary to one’s acquiring the moral virtues.
The account, then, fits a naturalist theory of ethics on which our telling the
difference between virtue and vice is a matter of cognition and not feeling
compatibly with reason’s lacking the power to initiate action.
4. David Hume, A Treatise of Human Nature, 2nd ed., L. A. Selby-Bigge, ed. with rev. by P.
H. Nidditch (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1978), p. 470.
5. See David Hume, Enquiries concerning Human Understanding and concerning Principles
of Morals, 3rd ed., L. A. Selby-Bigge, ed. with rev. by P. H. Nidditch (Oxford: Clarendon Press,
1975), p. 294.
6. I give a more extended critique of Hume’s analogy in an earlier essay “Emotions and
Values,” which appears in my collection Emotions, Values, and the Law (Oxford: Oxford
University Press, 2008).
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12 Introduction
Concepts of Emotions
in Modern Philosophy
and Psychology
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The older concept is a fixture of empiricist psychology in the modern tradi-
tion. Empiricists of the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries saw the mind as a
single field of thought and feeling, fully conscious and transparent to itself. Its
chief inhabitants are distinct ideas and impressions. The latter include visual,
auditory, and tactile impressions as well as other sensations of external things.
The former are products of these impressions. They are either simple or com-
plex, and if complex, then one can always understand them as combinations of
simples. In Hume’s wonderful simile, impressions and ideas are “like players
in a theater who successively make their appearance, pass, repass, glide away,
and mingle in an infinite variety of postures and situations” (1978, p. 253).
The class of impressions includes more, though, than sensations of external
things. It also includes both localized and unlocalized feelings of pleasure
and pain. The latter are the emotions. They are in Locke’s words “internal
sensations” (1975, pp. 229–230) and in Hume’s “secondary” or “reflective”
impressions (1978, p. 275). The basic ones are simple impressions of pleasure
or pain whose connection to ideas, physiological activity, and conduct is ei-
ther that of cause to effect or conversely. Specifically, on Locke’s view, these
internal sensations result from ideas of good and evil; on Hume’s their im-
mediate causes are impressions of pleasure and pain along with, in some
cases, ideas of external things. At the same time, on the empiricist’s view, we
can conceive of these basic emotions in abstraction from their typical causes
and effects, just as we can conceive of simple sensations of color or sound.
Abstracted from their causes and effects, according to classical empiricism,
emotions are discrete, episodic, and purely affective states of consciousness.
The traditional empiricist concept of emotions came under a withering
attack by William James. The attack was part of James’s broadside, in the
famous ninth chapter of The Principles of Psychology, against traditional
empiricism’s general understanding of mental states as either wholly simple
states or complex states composed of these simples. Hume’s simile nicely
presents James’s target. The empiricist understanding of mental states, James
observed, presupposed that “sensations came to us pure and single” (1950,
vol. 1, p. 233), that they recurred at different times in our experiences of the
world, and that the great mass and constantly changing flow of thought in
our minds was due entirely to the combination and recombination of these
simple sensations and their corresponding simple ideas. None of these three
suppositions, James argued, can be sustained. Sensory experience is no more
made up of individual units of sensation than rivers are made up of indi-
vidual drops of water. Our thought, James argued, naturally appears to us as
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passions, are “simple and uniform impressions” (1978, p. 277). So too, he says,
are the other passions (though later, in book II of the Treatise, he identifies
several passions, respect, contempt, and amorous love, as mixtures of two
other passions (1978, pp. 389–396)). The traditional empiricists’ misconcep-
tion, in this case, is due, not to their mistaking emotions for their objects,
but rather to their modeling emotions on external sensations. Thus, Locke,
having begun his study with simple, external sensations, then introduces
pleasures, pains, and passions, which arise with external sensations, either
through impact on the body of some external object or with our thoughts of
good and bad. The latter are emotions, and we experience them, Locke says,
as internal sensations. Similarly, though more elegantly, Hume identifies ex-
ternal sensations as primary impressions, the simple ones being the starting
points of his investigations, and then, when he takes up emotions, identifies
them as secondary impressions. The understanding of emotions, in either
case, therefore inherits the mistakes James criticized in the traditional empir-
icist treatment of external sensations. And James then went on in c hapter 25
of The Principles to level the same criticisms of the traditional empiricists’ un-
derstanding of emotions. “The trouble with the emotions in psychology,” he
wrote, “is that they are regarded too much as absolutely individual things. So
long as they are set down as so many eternal and sacred psychic entities, like
the old immutable species in natural history, so long all that can be done with
them is reverently to catalogue their separate characters, points, and effects”
(1950, vol. 2, p. 449).
James’s objection to the traditional empiricist concept of emotions was
thus continuous with his objection to the traditional empiricist understanding
of mental states generally. To identify each type of emotion as a distinctive,
recurrent inner sensation or feeling, James argued, is to misunderstand the
nature of emotional states of mind. At the same time, James accepted the tra-
ditional empiricist characterization of emotions as feelings. The feelings that
he identified with emotions, however, were feelings produced by changes
in the body. Emotions, according to James, were those feelings that arose
as the result of the physiological and neurological changes that typically
occurred as the result of the perception of some exciting fact. As James put
it, “My theory . . . is that the bodily changes follow directly the perception of
the exciting fact, and that our feeling of the same changes as they occur is the
emotion” (1950, vol. 2, p. 449). By so identifying the emotion with these
feelings, James reversed the commonsense order of events in an episode of
emotion. For common sense has it that what excites the emotion is the per-
ception of a fact, and the emotion then causes the bodily changes that ex-
press it. According to common sense, a person perceives a charging bear,
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for example, feels fear, blanches, and runs, whereas on James’s account, the
perception of the charging bear causes the person to blanch and run, and
the feeling of these bodily movements is the fear. In effect, then, on James’s
account, the emotion does not cause the behavior that expresses it or the
behavior it is commonly said to motivate. Rather such behavior is the direct
effect of the perception of some fact, and feeling the bodily changes the be-
havior consists in is the emotion. Emotions, on James’s account, are therefore
epiphenomenal. They are the products of bodily changes, but they do not
themselves cause any action.1
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James’s identification of emotions with bodily feelings is one of two major
innovations behind the abandonment of the traditional empiricist con-
cept of emotion. The other emerged in treatments of emotion that oppose
the epiphenomenalism in James’s account. James, to be sure, regarded his
reversing the commonsense account of the relation of emotions to their be-
havioral expressions as an advance in the study of emotions. But not every
contributor to the study did. Some stuck with common sense. On the
commonsense account, emotions are springs of action. They have motiva-
tional force. In reversing common sense, James implicitly denied that they
had such force, and this consequence of his program is the rub. For it is not
easy to give up citing emotions to explain actions.2
The traditional empiricist concept of emotions supported such
explanations. On traditional empiricism, emotions are motives of actions.
Specifically, they arise from thoughts or perceptions and immediately move
their subjects to action. A good example is Hume’s account of the emotions
he called “the direct passions.” The direct passions, on Hume’s account, in-
clude desire and aversion, joy and grief, hope and fear, anger and benevo-
lence, among others. Like all secondary impressions in Hume’s psychology,
they are inner feelings, each being qualitatively distinct from the others. At
the same time, instances of each vary according as the feeling they consist
in is more or less turbulent and as it is more or less forceful. Hume, that
is, distinguished between the phenomenal character of an emotion and its
motivational strength. Emotions are either violent or calm depending on
how much agitation in the mind they entail. They are either strong or weak
depending on the amount of force with which they motivate action. In other
words, on Hume’s account, the degree to which an emotion is calm or vio-
lent is independent of the degree to which it is weak or strong (1978, p. 419).
Consequently, a passion may be calm; it may produce little agitation in the
mind; yet it may be stronger than some violent, co-occurring passion and so
move its subject to actions that are contrary to the actions the more violent
passion is prompting. As Hume put it, “’Tis evident passions influence not
the will in proportion to their violence, or the disorder they occasion in the
temper; but on the contrary, that when a passion has once become a settled
principle of action, and is the predominant inclination of the soul, it com-
monly produces no longer any sensible agitation” (1978, pp. 418–419).
Indeed, any passion, Hume observed, “may decay into so soft an emo-
tion, as to become, in a manner, imperceptible” (1978, p. 276). Certain calm
ones, in particular, “are more known by their effects than by the immediate
feeling or sensation” (1978, p. 417). What I shall call “Hume’s doctrine of
the calm passions” implies both that we can know of an emotion independ-
ently of its phenomenal character and that we can conceive of it as present
and operative even though it lacks a phenomenal presence. The doctrine,
consequently, suggests a different concept of emotion from that employed
in traditional empiricism. It suggests a concept focused on the motivational
rather than the affective character of emotions. Hume of course did not make
this concept explicit. He could hardly have done so and kept quiet, as he did,
about the seeming incoherence he introduced into his system in referring to
an imperceptible impression. An unfelt feeling, after all, is a contradiction
in terms. Hume, in other words, could not have maintained the doctrine
of the calm passions unqualified without having to abandon his notion of
an emotion as a secondary impression. More generally, he could not have
maintained the doctrine without abandoning the framework of traditional
empiricist psychology within which he worked. On that framework the mind
is a field of consciousness, and its states, therefore, are essentially conscious.
The doctrine of the calm passions, to the contrary, implies the possibility of
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some emotions, though states of mind, occurring outside of this field. Some
emotions may be, in a word, unconscious.
The idea that emotions need not always be conscious states is the second
major innovation behind the abandonment of the traditional empiricist un-
derstanding of emotion. While Hume’s doctrine of the calm passions suggests
this innovation, it was not until Sigmund Freud developed his theory of the
unconscious, 150 years later, that it was fully realized. Freud was not the
first thinker to propose that there were unconscious mental states. He readily
acknowledged predecessors. But those precedent proposals did not present
much of a challenge to the traditional empiricist framework. Typically, what
was proposed was that some thoughts and ideas existed just beyond the pe-
riphery of the mind, in a subconscious part, and if not easily retrievable,
could become conscious nonetheless without effort. Examples were ideas
corresponding to words that are “just on the tip of our tongues,” as we say, that
we struggle to recall only to have them suddenly appear clearly in conscious-
ness, and ideas that must occur to us during sleep since it is not uncommon
for one, upon waking up in the morning, to see immediately the solution to
a problem that had vexed one the night before. Freud, by contrast, held that
some ideas and thoughts were deeply buried in an unconscious part of the
mind and were blocked from being retrieved by repression. One’s mind, as it
were, generated force to keep them from becoming conscious. Such repres-
sion was necessary because the repressed thoughts and ideas were themselves
charged and energetic and would immediately rise to consciousness if there
were no counterforce to keep them in check. Examples of such repressed
ideas and thoughts were beliefs about being personally responsible for some
traumatic event that occurred when one was very young. Such beliefs, while
they may never become conscious, reveal themselves in dreams, self-defeating
behavior, even illness. That they manifest themselves in this way is Freud’s
reason for understanding them as charged. Unconscious thoughts and ideas
could not have the influence on people Freud saw in their dreams, irrational
behavior, and illnesses that lack organic causes unless they were forceful in
their own right. Freud called the tension between their force and that of re-
pression “the dynamic unconscious.” The great originality of his theory of
mind was due to this way of conceiving of unconscious thoughts and ideas.
Freud took emotions too as capable of being repressed (Freud, 1915,
1923, 1924). They too could be unconscious. Consequently, he could not
conceive of emotions as feelings. Nonetheless, he is commonly interpreted
as having so conceived of them, notwithstanding the evident incoherence
his taking emotions as feelings would, as in Hume’s case, introduce into his
theory. (See, e.g., Lear, 1990, pp. 88–90.) The passages that are commonly
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cited to support this interpretation are not decisive, however, and, I would
argue, are better read as supporting an interpretation on which Freud gives
meaning to the term ‘unconscious emotion’ while acknowledging that the
term ‘unconscious feeling’ is self-contradictory (Freud, 1915; Deigh, 2001).
Emotions may be unconscious, but feelings are necessarily conscious.
Hence, Freud did not identify emotions with feelings. He identified them
instead with states whose expression included feelings or that had the poten-
tial for such expression, a potential that was blocked from being realized by
repression. Be this as it may, ideas of unconscious love, fear, hate, anger, and
the unconscious sense of guilt are fixed points in Freud’s theory, and because
of the theory’s great influence on twentieth-century thinking about human
psychology and culture, reference to them has become commonplace in our
everyday thought and talk about the human mind. Freud’s theory, therefore,
whatever Freud’s express opinion of the possibility of unconscious emotions
was, offers a concept of them, a concept that is a major alternative to James’s.
It remains then to define this concept.
To begin with, Freud took emotions to be states of mind we are con-
scious of through the feelings that manifest them. As such, they are distinct
from those feelings, and they may exist and operate in us even when we are
unconscious of them. In addition, Freud sought, in the operations of uncon-
scious emotions, explanations of a great range of phenomena of human life
including odd behavior like parapraxes, unconventional sexual conduct such
as fetishism and bestiality, inappropriate feeling or lack thereof, excessive
fear, for example, or flat affect, and somatic illnesses that had no obvious or-
ganic cause. Such explanations were among the most distinctive explanations
of psychoanalytic theory. They required, not only identification of an emo-
tion that was either not manifest in what, if anything, the subject was feeling
or, though manifest in the subject’s feeling, concerned with something
other than the ostensible object of those feelings, but also identification of
the person, thing, event, or state of affairs towards which the emotion was
actually directed. The latter requirement indicates Freud’s special concern
with the true objects of people’s emotions. While these were often people,
things, events, etc. that produced the emotion, they were sometimes merely
the products of the subject’s fantasies. As Freud put it, when he came to ex-
plain certain hysterical symptoms in his patients as the products of repressed
pseudo-memories of sexual trauma in early childhood, whether incidents of
sexual abuse really occurred or were fantasized made no difference from the
patient’s viewpoint. Because the fantasized events seemed to the patient as
real as if they had actually occurred, the repressed pseudo-memories and the
terror they instilled in the latter case had the same effect on him as genuine
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III
The concept of emotion that Freud introduced thus stood in need of an account
of the meaning that he located in an emotion’s intentionality. In the last third
of the twentieth century, many philosophers and psychologists, often without
recognizing their debt to Freud, converged on such an account.4 While the
theories of emotion they advanced differed from each other in specifics, they
3. Experimental work by Stanley Schacter and Jerome Singer (1962) is generally thought
to have established that the bodily processes a person who is feeling some emotion undergoes
are not by themselves sufficient to determine the type of emotion the person is feeling.
4. Some, however, clearly recognized this debt. See Solomon 1976, pp. 180–182.
2
A theme that is common to these theories is that emotions, like other cog-
nitive states, belong to intelligent thought and action. They are in this respect
on a par with beliefs and other judgments, decisions, and resolutions. They
are, that is, states that one can regard as having propositional content, which
their subjects accept or affirm. Accordingly, one can treat them as warranted
or unwarranted, justified or unjustified, by the circumstances in which they
occur or the beliefs on which they are based. Thus fear would be warranted if
its object evidently posed some threat to one and unwarranted if it evidently
posed no threat. Likewise, anger would be justified if it were a response to a
genuinely demeaning insult and unjustified if based on one’s mistaking an
innocent remark for such an insult. In either case, the emotion is warranted
or unwarranted, justified or unjustified, because the evaluative judgment in
which the emotion consists, either in whole or in part, is warranted or unwar-
ranted, justified or unjustified. In general, then, on these theories, an evalu-
ative judgment is an essential component of an emotion. It is, moreover, the
component by which one type of emotion differs from another. If you want to
understand the difference between contempt and anger, say, then according
to these theories the difference lies in the type of evaluative judgment that is
essential to each emotion. When you have contempt for someone because
he has behaved badly, you judge the person to be low or unworthy of your
esteem in view of that behavior. When you are angry at someone because
he has behaved badly, you judge that the person has injured or insulted you
or someone close to you by so behaving. I will call this model of cognitivist
theory “the standard model.”
The standard model is subject to two powerful and related objections.
First, sometimes one can experience an emotion towards something that one
knows lacks the properties it must have for the emotion to be warranted.
Consider, for example, the fear people typically experience when looking
down from a precipice. They may know that they are perfectly safe and in no
danger of falling, yet fear falling nevertheless. Similarly, common phobias
such as snake and spider phobias supply examples of fear of an object the
subject knows is harmless. Again, people sometimes feel disgust at foods they
know are nutritious, benign, and perhaps even tasty.5 Defenders of cognitivist
theories that fit the standard model must, to account for these examples, de-
scribe the subjects of these emotions as making contradictory judgments or
holding contradictory beliefs. Yet familiarity with such experiences tells us
that when, for example, one feels fear on looking down from a precipice,
knowing that one is perfectly safe, one doesn’t judge or believe that one is in
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A tinge of malice was perceptible in her last words, but she smiled
instantly to relieve the embarrassment she detected in his face. He
was not sure just how she wanted him to take her. The unhappiness
she had spoken of he assumed to be only a pose with her—
something to experiment with upon men she met on gray afternoons
in comfortable houses over tea and cocktails. Mrs. Shepherd Mills
might be amusing, or she might easily become a bore. The night he
met her at the Freemans’ he had thought her probably guileless
under her mask of sophistication. She was proving more interesting
than he had imagined, less obvious; perhaps with an element of
daring in her blood that might one day get the better of her. She was
quite as handsome as he remembered her from the meeting at the
Freemans’ and she indubitably had mastered the art of dressing
herself becomingly.
He was watching the play of the shadow of her picture hat on her
face, seeking clues to her mood, vexed that he had permitted himself
to be brought into her company, when she said:
“I’m not amusing you! Please forgive me. I can’t help it if I’m a little
triste. Some little devilish imp is dancing through my silly head. If I
took a second glass——”
Bruce answered her look of inquiry with a shake of the head.
“Are you asking my advice? I positively refuse to give it; but if you
command me, of course——”
He rose, took the glass, and held it high for her inspection.
“The man tempts me——” she said pensively.
“The man doesn’t tempt you. We’ll say it’s the little imp. Mrs. Mills, do
you want this cocktail or do you not?”
“It might cheer me up a little. I don’t want you to think me stupid; I
know I’m terribly dull!”
She drank half the cocktail and bade him finish it.
“Oh, certainly!” he replied and drained the glass. “Now, under the
additional stimulus, we can proceed with the discussion. What were
we talking about, anyhow?”
“It doesn’t matter. Life offers plenty of problems. How many people
do you really think are happy—really happy? Now Bud’s always
cheerful; he and Maybelle are happy—remarkably so, I think. Helen
Torrence—well, I hesitate to say whether she’s really happy or not;
she always appears gay, just as you see her today; and it’s
something to be able to give the impression, whether it’s false or
not.”
“Yes; it’s well to make a front,” Bruce replied, determined to keep a
frivolous tone with her. “The Freemans enjoy themselves; they’re
quite ideally mated, I’d say.”
“Yes, they’re making a success of their lives. Dale and Bill are
always cheerful. Now there’s dear old Shep——”
“Well, of course he’s happy. How could he be otherwise?”
“You’re not taking me seriously at all! I’m disappointed. I was terribly
blue today; that’s why I plotted with Bud to get you here—I
shamelessly confess that I want to know you better.”
“Come now! You’re just kidding!”
“You’re incorrigible. I’m that rarest of beings—a frank woman. You
refuse to come to my house, presumably because you don’t like me,
so I have to trap you here.”
“How you misjudge me! I haven’t been around because I’ve been
busy; I belong to the toiling masses!”
“You have time for Miss Harden; you two seemed ever so chummy
on the golf course. Of course, I can’t compete with Millie—she’s so
beautiful and so artistic—so many accomplishments. But you ought
to be considerate of a poor thing like me. I’m only sorry I have so
little to offer. I really thought you would be a nice playmate; but——”
“A playmate? Aren’t we playing now?—at least you are playing with
me!”
“Am I?” she asked.
She bent toward him with a slight, an almost imperceptible
movement of her shoulders, and her lips parted tremulously in a
wistful smile of many connotations. She was not without her charms;
she was a very pretty woman; and there was nothing vulgar in her
manner of exercising her charms. Bruce touched her hand, gently
clasped it—a slender, cool hand. She made no attempt to release it;
and it lay lingering and acquiescent in his clasp. He raised it and
kissed the finger tips.
“You really understand me; I knew you would,” she murmured. “It’s
terrible to be lonely. And you are so big and strong; you can help me
if you will——”
“I have no right to help you,” he said. “It’s part of the game in this
funny world that we’ve got to help ourselves.”
“But if you knew I needed you——”
“Ah, but you don’t!” he replied.
Bud tiptoed in with a tray containing highball materials and placed it
on the tea table. He urged them in eloquent pantomime to drink
themselves to death and tiptoed out again. Bruce, wondering if he
dared leave, hoped the interruption would serve to change the
current of his talk with Constance, when she said:
“Shep speaks of you often; he likes you and really Shep’s ever so
interesting.”
“Yes,” Bruce answered, “he has ideas and ideals—really thinks about
things in a fine way.”
He did not care to discuss Shepherd Mills with Shepherd’s wife,
even when, presumably, she was merely making talk to create an
atmosphere of intimacy.
“Shep isn’t a cut-up,” she went on, “and he doesn’t know how to be a
good fellow with men of his own age. And he’s so shy he’s afraid of
the older men. And his father—you’ve met Mr. Mills? Well, Shep
doesn’t seem able to get close to his father.”
“That happens, of course, between fathers and sons,” Bruce replied.
“Mr. Mills——”
He paused, took a cigarette from his case and put it back. He was by
turns perplexed, annoyed, angry and afraid—afraid that he might in
some way betray himself.
“Mr. Mills is a curious person,” Constance went on. “He seems to me
like a man who lives alone in a formal garden with high walls on four
sides and has learned to ignore the roar of the world outside—a
prisoner who carries the key of his prison-house but can’t find the
lock!”
Bruce bent his head toward her, intent upon her words. He hadn’t
thought her capable of anything so imaginative. Some reply was
necessary; he would make another effort to get rid of a subject that
both repelled and fascinated him.
“I suppose we’re all born free; if we find ourselves shut in it’s
because we’ve built the walls ourselves.”
“How about my prison-house?” she asked. “Do you suppose I can
ever escape?”
“Why should you? Don’t you like your garden?”
“Not always; no! It’s a little stifling sometimes!”
“Then push the walls back a little! It’s a good sign, isn’t it, when we
begin to feel cramped?”
“You’re doing a lot better! I begin to feel more hopeful about you. You
really could be a great consolation to me if—if you weren’t so busy!”
“I really did appreciate your invitation. I’ll be around very soon.”
After all, he decided, she was only flirting with him; her confidences
were only a means of awakening his interest, stirring his sympathy.
She had probably never loved Shepherd, but she respected his high-
mindedness and really wanted to help him. The depression to which
she confessed was only the common ennui of her class and type;
she needed occupation, doubtless children would solve her problem
to some extent. Her life ran too smooth a course, and life was not
meant to be like that....
He was impatient to leave, but Mrs. Torrence and Henderson had
started a phonograph and were dancing in the hall. Constance
seemed unmindful of the noise they were making.
“Shall we join in that romp?” asked Bruce.
“Thanks, no—if you don’t mind! I suppose it’s really time to run
along. May I fix a drink for you? It’s too bad to go away and leave all
that whisky!”
The music stopped in the midst of a jazzy saxophone wail and Mrs.
Torrence and Henderson were heard noisily greeting several
persons who had just come in.
“It’s Leila,” said Constance, rising and glancing at the clock. “She
has no business being here at this time of day.”
“Hello, Connie! Got a beau?”
Leila peered into the room, struck her hands together and called
over her shoulder:
“Come in, lads! See what’s here! Red liquor as I live and breathe!
Oh, Mr. What’s-your-name——”
“Mr. Storrs,” Constance supplied.
“Oh, of course! Mr. Storrs—Mr. Thomas and Mr. Whitford!”
Bruce had heard much of Whitford at the University Club, where he
was one of the most popular members. He had won fame as an
athlete in college and was a polo player of repute. A cosmopolitan by
nature, he had traveled extensively and in the Great War had won
honorable distinction. Having inherited money he was able to follow
his own bent. It was whispered that he entertained literary ambitions.
He was one of the chief luminaries of the Dramatic Club, coached
the players and had produced several one-act plays of his own that
had the flavor of reality. He was of medium height and looked the
soldier and athlete. Women had done much to spoil him, but in spite
of his preoccupation with society, men continued to like George, who
was a thoroughly good fellow and a clean sportsman.
Whitford entered at once into a colloquy with Constance. Thomas,
having expressed his pleasure at meeting Bruce, was explaining to
Mrs. Torrence how he and Whitford had met Leila downtown.
“Liar!” exclaimed Leila, who was pouring herself a drink. “You did
nothing of the kind. We met at the Burtons’ and Nellie gave us a little
drink—just a tweeney, stingy little drink.”
The drink she held up for purposes of illustration was not
infinitesimal. Mrs. Torrence said that everyone must have a highball
and proceeded to prepare a drink for Thomas and Whitford.
“You and Connie are certainly the solemn owls,” she remarked to
Bruce. “Anyone would have thought you were holding a funeral in
here. Say when, Fred. This is real Bourbon that Jim had for years.
You’ll never see anything like it.”
“Bruce,” cried Henderson, “has Connie filled you with gloom? She
gets that way sometimes, but it doesn’t mean anything. A little of this
stuff will set you up. This bird, Storrs, always did have glass legs,” he
explained to Thomas; “he can drink gallons and be ready to
converse with bishops. Never saw such a capacity! If I get a few
more Maybelle will certainly hand it to me when I get home.”
Constance walked round the table to Leila, who had drunk a glass of
the Bourbon to sample it and, satisfied of its quality, was now
preparing a highball.
“No more, Leila!” said Constance, in a low tone. The girl drew back
defiantly.
“Go away, Connie! I need just one more.”
“You had more than you needed at the Burtons’. Please, Leila, be
sensible. Helen, send the tray away.”
“Leila’s all right!” said Thomas, but at a sign from Mrs. Torrence he
picked up the tray and carried it out.
“I don’t think it pretty to treat me as though I were shot when I’m not,”
said Leila petulantly. She walked to the end of the room and sat
down with the injured air of a rebellious child.
“Leila, do you know what time it is?” demanded Constance. “Your
father’s having a dinner and you’ve got to be there.”
“I’m going to be there! There’s loads of time. Everybody sit down and
be comfortable!” Leila composedly sipped her glass as though to set
an example to the others. Thomas had come back and Constance
said a few words to him in a low tone.
“Oh, shucks! I know what you’re saying. Connie’s telling you to take
me home,” said Leila. She turned her wrist to look at her watch—
frowned in the effort of focusing upon it and added with a shrug:
“There’s all the time in the world. If you people think you can scare
me you’ve got another guess coming. It’s just ten minutes of six;
dinner’s at seven-thirty! I’ve got to rest a little. You all look so
ridiculous standing there glaring at me. I’m no white mouse with pink
eyes!”
“Really, dear,” said Mrs. Torrence coaxingly, walking toward Leila
with her hands outstretched much as though she were trying to
make friends with a reluctant puppy. “Do run along home like a good
girl!”
Leila apparently had no intention of running along home like a good
little girl. She dropped her glass—empty—and without warning
caught the astounded lady tightly about the neck.
“Step-mother! Dear, nice step-mamma!” she cried. “Nice, dear,
sweet, kind step-mamma! Helen’s going to be awful good to poor
little Leila. Helen not be bad step-mamma like story books; Helen be
sweet, kind step-mamma and put nice, beautiful gin cocktails in
baby’s bottle!”
As she continued in cooing tones Leila stroked her captive’s cheek
and kissed her with a mockery of tenderness. Henderson and
Thomas were shouting with laughter; Constance viewed the scene
with lofty disdain; Whitford was mildly amused; Bruce, wishing
himself somewhere else, withdrew toward the door, prepared to
leave at the earliest possible moment. When at last Mrs. Torrence
freed herself she sank into a chair and her laughter attained a new
pitch of shrillness.
“Leila, you’ll be the death of me!” she gasped when her mirth had
spent itself.
“Leila will be the death of all of us,” announced Constance solemnly.
“Oh, I don’t know!” said Leila, straightening her hat composedly at
the mantel mirror.
“Too bad Leila’s ‘step-mama’ couldn’t have heard that!” sighed
Henderson.
“Now, Leila,” said Constance severely, “do run along home. Please
let me take you in my car; you oughtn’t to drive in the condition
you’re in.”
The remark was not fortunate. Leila had discovered a box of
bonbons and was amusing herself by tossing them into the air and
trying to catch them in her mouth. She scored one success in three
attempts and curtsied to an imaginary audience.
“My condition!” she said, with fine scorn. “I wish you wouldn’t speak
as though I were a common drunk!”
“Anyone can see that you’re not fit to go home. Your father will be
furious.”
“Not if I tell him I’ve been with you!” Leila flung back.
“Say, Leila!” began Henderson, ingratiatingly. “We’re old pals, you
and I—let’s shake this bunch. I’ll do something nice for you
sometime.”
“What will you do?” Leila demanded with provoking deliberation.
“Oh, something mighty nice! Maybelle and I will give you a party and
you can name the guests.”
“Stupid!” she yawned. “Your hair’s mussed, Helen. You and Bud
have been naughty.”
“Your behavior isn’t ladylike,” said Thomas. “The party’s getting
rough! Come on, let’s go.”
“Oh, I’m misbehaving, am I? Well, I guess my conduct’s as good as
yours! Where do you get this stuff that I’m a lost lamb? Even an
expert like you, Freddy, wouldn’t call me soused. I’m just little bit
tipsy—that’s all! If I had a couple more highballs——”
III
By a signal passed from one to the other they began feigning to
ignore her. Constance said she was going; Bud, Whitford and
Thomas joined Bruce at the door where he was saying good-night to
Mrs. Torrence. Leila was not so tipsy but that she understood what
they were doing.
“Think you can freeze me out, do you? Well, I’m not so easily friz!
Mr. What’s-your-name——” She fixed her eyes upon Bruce
detainingly.
“Storrs,” Bruce supplied good-naturedly.
“You’re the only lady or gentleman in this room. I’m going to ask you
to take me home!”
“Certainly, Miss Mills!”
With a queenly air she took his arm. Henderson ran forward and
opened the door, the others hanging back, silent, afraid to risk a
word that might reopen the discussion and delay her departure.
“Shall I drive?” Bruce asked when they reached the curb.
“Yes, thanks; if you don’t mind.”
“Home?” he inquired as he got her car under way.
“I was just doing a little thinking,” she said deliberatingly. “It will take
only five minutes to run over to that little cafeteria on Fortieth Street.
Some coffee wouldn’t be a bad thing; and would you mind turning
the windshield—I’d like the air.”
“A good idea,” said Bruce, and stepped on the gas. The car had
been built for Leila’s special use and he had with difficulty squeezed
himself into the driver’s seat; but he quickly caught the hang of it. He
stopped a little beyond the cafeteria to avoid the lights of the busy
corner and brought out a container of hot coffee and paper cups.
“Like a picnic, isn’t it?” she said. “You won’t join me?”
She sipped the coffee slowly while he stood in the street beside her.
“There!” she said. “Thank you, ever so much. Quarter of seven?
Forty-five minutes to dress! Just shoot right along home now. Would
you mind driving over to the boulevard and going in that way? The
air certainly feels good.”
“Nothing would please me more,” he said, giving her a quick
inspection as they passed under the lights at a cross-street. She was
staring straight ahead, looking singularly young as she lay back with
her hands clasped in her lap.
“Constance was furious!” she said suddenly. “Well, I suppose she
had a right to be. I had no business getting lit.”
“Well, strictly speaking, you shouldn’t do it,” he said. It was not the
time nor place and he was not the proper person to lecture her upon
her delinquencies. But he had not been displeased that she chose
him to take her home, even though the choice was only a whim.
“You must think me horrid! This is the second time you’ve seen me
teed up too high.”
“I’ve seen a lot of other people teed up much higher! You’re perfectly
all right now?”
“Absolutely! That coffee fixed me; I’m beginning to feel quite bully. I
can go home now and jump into my joy rags and nobody will ever be
the wiser. This is an old folks’ party, but Dada always wants to exhibit
me when he feeds the nobility—can you see me?”
Her low laugh was entirely reassuring as to her sobriety, and he was
satisfied that she would be able to give a good account of herself at
her father’s table.
“Just leave the car on the drive,” she said as they reached the
house. “Maybe I can crawl up to my room without Dada knowing I’m
late. I’m a selfish little brute—to be leaving you here stranded! Well,
thanks awfully!”
He walked with her to the entrance and she was taking out her key
when Mills, in his evening clothes, opened the door.
“Leila! You’re late!” he exclaimed sharply. “Where on earth have you
been?”
“Just gadding about, as usual! But I’m in plenty of time, Dada.
Please thank Mr. Storrs for coming home with me. Good-night and
thank you some more!”
She darted into the house, leaving Bruce confronting her father.
“Oh, Mr. Storrs!” The emphasis on the name was eloquent of Mills’s
surprise that Bruce was on his threshold. Bruce had decided that any
explanations required were better left to Leila, who was probably an
adept in explanations. He was about to turn away when Mills
stepped outside.
“We’re entertaining tonight,” he said pleasantly. “I was a little afraid
something had happened to my daughter.”
A certain dignity of utterance marked his last words—my daughter.
He threw into the phrase every possible suggestion of paternal pride.
Bruce, halfway down the steps, paused until Mills had concluded his
remark. Then lifting his hat with a murmured good-night, he hurried
toward the gate. An irresistible impulse caused him to look back.
Mills remained just inside the entry, his figure clearly defined by the
overhead lights, staring toward the street. Seeing Bruce look back,
he went quickly into the house and the heavy door boomed upon
him.
Bruce walked to the nearest street car line and rode downtown for
dinner. The fact that Mills was waiting at the door for his daughter
was not without its significance, hinting at a constant uneasiness for
her safety beyond ordinary parental solicitude. What Constance had
said that afternoon about Mills came back to him. He was oppressed
by a sense of something tragic in Mills’s life—the tragedy of a failure
that wore outwardly the guise of success.
In spite of a strong effort of will to obliterate these thoughts he found
his memory dragging into his consciousness odd little pictures of
Mills—fragmentary snapshots, more vivid and haunting than
complete portraits: the look Mills gave him the first time they met at
the Country Club; Mills’s shoulders and the white line of his collar
above his dinner coat as he left the Hardens’; and now the quick
change from irritation to relief and amiable courtesy when he
admitted Leila.
Henderson and Millicent and now today Constance had given him
hints of Mills’s character, and Bruce found himself trying to reconcile
and unify their comments and fit them into his own inferences and
conclusions. The man was not without his fascinations as a subject
for analysis. Behind that gracious exterior there must be another
identity either less noble or finer than the man the world knew....
Before he slept, Bruce found it necessary to combat an
apprehension that, if he continued to hear Mills dissected and
analyzed, he might learn to pity the man.
IV
That evening when Shepherd Mills went home he found Constance
seated at her dressing table, her heavy golden-brown hair piled
loosely upon her head, while her maid rubbed cold cream into her
throat and face. She espied him in the mirror and greeted him with a
careless, “Hello, Shep. How did the day go with you?”—the question
employed by countless American wives in saluting their husbands at
the end of a toilsome day.
“Oh, pretty good!” he replied. No husband ever admits that a day has
been wholly easy and prosperous.
She put out her hand for him to kiss and bade him sit down beside
her. He was always diffident before the mysteries of his wife’s toilet.
He glanced at the gown laid across a chair and surveyed the crystal
and silver on the dressing table with a confused air as though he had
never seen them before.
The room denoted Constance Mills’s love of luxury, and incidentally
her self-love. The walls on two sides were set in mirrors that reached
from ceiling to floor. The furniture, the rugs, the few pictures, the
window draperies had been chosen with an exquisite care and
combined in an evocation of the spirit of indolence. There was a
much be-pillowed divan across one corner, so placed that when she
enjoyed a siesta Constance could contemplate herself in the mirrors
opposite. Scents—a mingling of faint exotic odors—hung upon the
air.
She was quick to note that something was on Shepherd’s mind and
half from curiosity, half in a spirit of kindness, dismissed the maid as
quickly as possible.
“You can hook me up, Shep. I’ll do my hair myself. I won’t need you
any more, Marie. Yes—my blue cloak. Now, little boy, go ahead and
tell me what’s bothering you.”
Shepherd frowned and twisted his mustache as he sat huddled on
the divan.
“It’s about father; nothing new, just our old failure to understand each
other. It’s getting worse. I never know where I stand with him.”
“Well, does anyone?” Constance asked serenely. “You really mustn’t
let him get on your nerves. There are things you’ve got to take
because we all do; but by studying him a little and practicing a little
patience you’ll escape a lot of worry.”
“Yes,” he assented eagerly. “You know he just pretends that I’m the
head of the plant; Fields is the real authority there. It’s not the
president but the vice-president who has the say about things.
Father consults Fields constantly. He doesn’t trust me—I’m just a
figurehead.”
“Fields is such an ass,” remarked Constance with a shrug of her
shapely shoulders. “An utterly impossible person. Why not just let
him do all the explaining to your father? If any mistakes are made at
the plant, then it’s on him.”
“But that’s not the way of it,” Shepherd protested plaintively. “He gets
the praise; I get the blame.”
“Oh, well, you can’t make your father over. You ought to be glad
you’re not of his hard-boiled variety. You’re human, Sheppy, and
that’s better than being a magnificent iceberg.”
“Father doesn’t see things; he doesn’t realize that the world’s
changing,” Shepherd went on stubbornly. “He doesn’t see that the
old attitude toward labor won’t do any more.”
“He’ll never see it,” said Constance. “Things like that don’t hit him at
all. He’s like those silly people who didn’t know there was anything
wrong in France till their necks were in the guillotine.”
“I told you about that clubhouse I wanted to build for our people on
the Milton farm? I hate to give that up. It would mean so much to
those people. And he was all wrong in thinking it would injure the
property. I think it’s only decent to do something for them.”
“Well, how can you do it without your father?” she asked, shifting
herself for a better scrutiny of her head in the mirror.
“You know that little tract of land—about twenty acres, back of the
plant? I could buy that and put the clubhouse there. I have some
stock in the Rogers Trust Company I can sell—about two hundred
shares. It came to me through mother’s estate. Father has nothing to
do with it. The last quotation on it is two hundred. What do you think
of that?”
“Well, I think pretty well of it,” said Constance. “Your father ought to
let you build the clubhouse, but he has a positive passion for making
people uncomfortable.”
“I suppose,” continued Shepherd dubiously, “if I go ahead and build
the thing—even with my own money—he would be angry. Of course
there may be something in his idea that if we do a thing of this kind it
would make the workmen at other plants restless——”
“Piffle!” exclaimed Constance. “That’s the regular old stock whimper
of the back-number. You might just as well say that it would be a
forward step other employers ought to follow!”
“Yes, there’s that!” he agreed, his eyes brightening at the suggestion.
“If you built the house on your own land the storage battery company
wouldn’t be responsible for it in any way.”
“Certainly not!” Shepherd was increasingly pleased that she saw it all
so clearly.
She had slipped on her gown and was instructing him as to the
position of the hooks.
“No; the other side, Shep. That’s right. There’s another bunch on the
left shoulder. Now you’ve got it! Thanks ever so much.”
He watched her admiringly as she paraded before the mirrors to
make sure that the skirt hung properly.
“If there’s to be a row——” he began as she opened a drawer and
selected a handkerchief.
“Let there be a row! My dear Shep, you’re always too afraid of
asserting yourself. What could he do? He might get you up to his
office and give you a bad quarter of an hour; but he’d respect you
more afterwards if you stood to your guns. His vanity and family
pride protect you. Catch him doing anything that might get him into
the newspapers—not Franklin Mills!”
Relieved and encouraged by her understanding and sympathy, he
explained more particularly the location of the property he proposed
buying. It was quite as convenient to the industrial colony that had
grown up about the storage battery plant as the Milton land his father
had declined to let him use. The land was bound to appreciate in
value, he said.
“What if it doesn’t!” exclaimed Constance with mild scorn. “You’ll
have been doing good with your money, anyhow.”
“You think, then, you’d go ahead—sell the stock and buy the land?
It’s so late now, maybe I’d better wait till spring?”
“That might be better, Shep, but use your own judgment. You asked
your father to help and he turned you down. Your going ahead will
have a good effect on him. He needs a jar. Now run along and dress.
You’re going to be late for dinner.”
“Yes, I know,” he said, rising and looking down at her as she sat
turning over the leaves of a book. “Connie——”
“Yes, Shep,” she murmured absently; and then, “Oh, by the way,
Shep, I was at Helen’s this afternoon.”
“Helen Torrence’s? What was it—a tea?”
“In a manner of speaking—tea! Dramatic Club business. George
Whitford was there—he’s concentrating on theatricals. George is
such a dear!”
“One of the best fellows in the world!” said Shep.
“He certainly is!” Constance affirmed.
“Connie——” he stammered and took her hand. “Connie—you’re
awfully good to me. You know I love you——”
“Why, of course, you dear baby!” She lifted her head with a quick,
reassuring smile. “But for goodness’ sake run along and change your
clothes!”
V
When his guests had gone, Mills, as was his habit, smoked a cigar
and discussed the dinner with Leila. He was aware that in asking her
to join him on such occasions of state he was subjecting her to a
trying ordeal, and tonight he was particularly well pleased with her.
“They all enjoyed themselves, Dada; you needn’t worry about that
party!” Leila remarked, smoking the cigarette she had denied herself
while the guests remained.
“I think they did; thank you very much for helping me.”
Leila had charm; he was always proud of an opportunity to display
her to her mother’s old friends, whose names, like his own, carried
weight in local history. His son was a Shepherd; Leila, he persuaded
himself, was, with all her waywardness and little follies, more like
himself. Leila looked well at his table, and her dramatic sense made
it possible for her to act the rôle of the daughter of the house with the
formality that was dear to him. Whenever he entertained he and
Leila received the guests together, standing in front of Mrs. Mills’s
portrait. People who dared had laughed about this, speculating as to
the probable fate of the portrait in case Mills married again.
“I’d got nervous about you when you were so late coming,” Mills was
saying. “That’s how I came to be at the door. I’d just called Millicent
to see if you were over there.”
“Foolish Dada! Don’t I always turn up?” she asked, kicking off her
slippers. “I’d been fooling around all afternoon, and I hate getting
dressed and waiting for a party to begin.”
“I’ve noticed that,” Mills replied dryly. “Just what did you do all day?
Your doings are always a mystery to me.”
“Well—let me see—I went downtown with Millie this morning, and
home with her for lunch, and we talked a while and I ran out to the
Burtons’ and there were some people there and we gassed; and
then I remembered I hadn’t seen Mrs. Torrence since she got home,
so I took a dash up there. And Connie was there, and Bud
Henderson came up with Mr. Storrs and we had tea and Mr. Storrs
was coming this way so I let him drive me home.”
This, uttered with smooth volubility, was hardly half the truth. She
lighted a fresh cigarette and blew a series of rings while waiting to
see whether he would crossexamine her, as he sometimes did.