The acquaintance between the house of Henderson and the house of Delancy was not permitted to languish1. Jack2 had his reasons for it, which may have been financial, and Carmen had her reasons, which were probably purely3 social. What was the good of money if it did not bring social position? and what, on the other hand, was the good of social position if you could not use it to get money?
In his recent association with the newly rich, Jack's twenty thousand a year began to seem small. In fact, in the lowering of the rate of interest and the shrinkage of securities, it was no longer twenty thousand a year. This would have been a matter of little consequence in the old order. His lot was not cast among the poor; most of his relations had solid fortunes, and many of them were millionaires, or what was equivalent to that, before the term was invented. But they made little display; none at all merely for the purpose of exhibition, or to gain or keep social place. In this atmosphere in which he was born Jack floated along without effort, with no demand upon him to keep up with a rising standard of living. Even impecuniosity4, though inconvenient5, would not have made him lose caste.
All this was changing now. Since the introduction of a new element even the conservative old millions had begun to feel the stir of uneasiness, and to launch out into extravagance in rivalry6 with the new millions. Even with his relations Jack began to feel that he was poor. It did not spur him to do anything, to follow the example, for instance, of the young fellows from the country, who were throwing themselves into Wall Street with the single purpose of becoming suddenly rich, but it made him uneasy. And when he was with the Hendersons, or Miss Tavish, whose father, though not newly rich, was one of the most aggressive of speculators, and saw how easily every luxurious7 desire glided8 into fulfillment, he felt for the first time in his life the emotion of envy. It seemed then that only unlimited9 money could make the world attractive. Why, even to keep up with the unthinking whims10 of Miss Tavish would bankrupt him in six months. That little spread at Wherry's for the theatre party the other night, though he made light of it to Edith, was almost the price he couldn't afford to pay for Storm. He had a grim thought that midwinter flowers made dining as expensive as dying. Carmen, whom nothing escaped, complimented him on his taste, quite aware that he couldn't afford it, and, apropos11, told him of a lady in Chicago who, hearing that the fashion had changed, wrote on her dinner cards, "No flowers." It was only a matter of course for these people to build a new country-house in any spot that fashion for the moment indicated, to equip their yachts for a Mediterranean12 voyage or for loitering down the Southern coast, to give a ball that was the talk of the town, to make up a special train of luxurious private cars for Mexico or California. Even at the clubs the talk was about these things and the opportunities for getting them.
There was a rumor13 about town that Henderson was a good deal extended. It alarmed a hundred people, not on Henderson's account, but their own. When one of them consulted Uncle Jerry, that veteran smiled.
"Oh, I guess Henderson's all right. But I wouldn't wonder if it meant a squeeze. Of course if he's extended, it's an excuse for settling up, and the shorts will squeal14. I've seen Henderson extended a good many times," and the old man laughed. "Don't you worry about him."
This opinion, when reported, did not seem to quiet Jack's fears, who saw his own little venture at the mercy of a sweeping15 Street game. It occurred to him that he possibly might get a little light on the matter by dropping in that afternoon and taking a quiet cup of tea with Mrs. Henderson.
He found her in the library. Outdoors winter was slouching into spring with a cold drizzle16, with a coating of ice on the pavements-animating weather for the medical profession. Within, there was the glow of warmth and color that Carmen liked to create for herself. In an entrancing tea-gown, she sat by a hickory fire, with a fresh magazine in one hand and a big paper-cutter in the other. She rose at Jack's entrance, and, extending her hand, greeted him with a most cordial smile. It was so good of him! She was so lonesome! He could himself see that the lonesomeness was dissipated, as she seated him in a comfortable chair by the fire, and then stood a moment looking at him, as if studying his comfort. She was such a domestic woman!
"You look tired, monsieur," she said, as she passed behind his chair and rested the tip of her forefinger17 for a second on his head. "I shall make you a cup of tea at once."
"Not tired, but bothered," said Jack, stretching out his legs.
"I know," she replied; "it's a bothering world." She was still behind him, and spoke18 low, but with sympathy. "I remember, it's only one lump."
He could feel her presence, so womanly and friendly. "I don't care what people say," he was thinking, "she's a good-hearted little thing, and understands men." He felt that he could tell her anything, almost anything that he could tell a man. She was sympathetic and not squeamish.
"There," she said, handing him the tea and looking down on him.
The cup was dainty, the fragrance19 of the tea delicious, the woman exquisite20.
"I'm better already," said Jack, with a laugh.
She made a cup for herself, handed him the cigarettes, lit one for herself, and sat on a low stool not far from him.
"Now what is it?"
"Oh, nothing--a little business worry. Have you heard any Street rumor?"
"Rumor?" she repeated, with a little start. And then, leaning forward, "Do you mean that about Mr. Henderson in the morning papers?"
"Yes."
Carmen, relieved, gave a liquid little laugh, and then said, with a change to earnestness: "I'm going to trust you, my friend. Henderson put it in himself! He told me so this morning when I asked him about it. This is just between ourselves."
Jack said, "Of course," but he did not look relieved. The clever creature divined the situation without another word, for there was no turn in the Street that she was not familiar with. But there was no apparent recognition of it, except in her sympathetic tone, when she said: "Well, the world is full of annoyances21. I'm bothered myself--and such a little thing."
"What is it?"
"Oh nothing, not even a rumor. You cannot do anything about it. I don't know why I should tell you. But I will." And she paused a moment, looking down in an innocent perplexity. "It's just this: I am on the Foundlings' Board with Mrs. Schuyler Blunt, and I don't know her, and you can't think how awkward it is having to meet her every week in that stiff kind of way." She did not go on to confide22 to Jack how she had intrigued23 to get on the board, and how Mrs. Schuyler Blunt, in the most well-bred manner, had practically ignored her.
"She's an old friend of mine."
"Indeed! She's a charming woman."
"Yes. We were great cronies when she was Sadie Mack. She isn't a genius, but she is good-hearted. I suppose she is on all the charity boards in the city. She patronizes everything," Jack continued, with a smile.
"I'm sure she is," said Carmen, thinking that however good-hearted she might be she was very "snubby." "And it makes it all the more awkward, for I am interested in so many things myself."
"I can arrange all that," Jack said, in an off-hand way. Carmen's look of gratitude24 could hardly be distinguished25 from affection. "That's easy enough. We are just as good friends as ever, though I fancy she doesn't altogether approve of me lately. It's rather nice for a fellow, Mrs. Henderson, to have a lot of women keeping him straight, isn't it?" asked Jack, in the tone of a bad boy.
"Yes. Between us all we will make a model of you. I am so glad now that I told you."
Jack protested that it was nothing. Why shouldn't friends help each other? Why not, indeed, said Carmen, and the talk went on a good deal about friendship, and the possibility of it between a man and a woman. This sort of talk is considered serious and even deep, not to say philosophic26. Carmen was a great philosopher in it. She didn't know, but she believed, it seemed natural, that every woman should have one man friend. Jack rose to go.
"So soon?" And it did seem pathetically soon. She gave him her hand, and then by an impulse she put her left hand over his, and looked up to him in quite a business way.
"Mr. Delancy, don't you be troubled about that rumor we were speaking of. It will be all right. Trust me."
He understood perfectly27, and expressed both his understanding and his gratitude by bending over and kissing the little hand that lay in his.
When he had gone, Carmen sat a long time by the fire reflecting. It would be sweet to humiliate28 the Delancy and Schuyler Blunt set, as Henderson could. But what would she gain by that? It would be sweeter still to put them under obligations, and profit by that. She had endured a good many social rebuffs in her day, this tolerant little woman, and the sting of their memory could only be removed when the people who had ignored her had to seek social favors she could give. If Henderson only cared as much for such things as she did! But he was at times actually brutal29 about it. He seemed to have only one passion. She herself liked money, but only for what it would bring. Henderson was like an old Pharaoh, who was bound to build the biggest pyramid ever built to his memory; he hated to waste a block. But what was the good of that when one had passed beyond the reach of envy?
Revolving30 these deep things in her mind, she went to her dressing-room and made an elaborate toilet for dinner. Yet it was elaborately simple. That sort needed more study than the other. She would like to be the Carmen of ten years ago in Henderson's eyes.
Her lord came home late, and did not dress for dinner. It was often so, and the omission31 was usually not allowed to pass by Carmen without notice, to which Henderson was sure to growl32 that he didn't care to be always on dress parade. Tonight Carmen was all graciousness and warmth. Henderson did not seem to notice it. He ate his dinner abstractedly, and responded only in monosyllables to her sweet attempts at conversation. The fact was that the day had been a perplexing one; he was engaged in one of his big fights, a scheme that aroused all his pugnacity33 and taxed all his resources. He would win--of course; he would smash everybody, but he would win. When he was in this mood Carmen felt that she was like a daisy in the path of a cyclone34. In the first year of their marriage he used to consult her about all his schemes, and value her keen understanding. She wondered why he did not now. Did he distrust even her, as he did everybody else? Tonight she asked no questions. She was unruffled by his short responses to her conversational35 attempts; by her subtle, wifely manner she simply put herself on his side, whatever the side was.
In the library she brought him his cigar, and lighted it. She saw that his coffee was just as he liked it. As she moved about, making things homelike, Henderson noticed that she was more Carmenish than he had seen her in a long time. The sweet ways and the simple toilet must be by intention. And he knew her so well. He began to be amused and softened36. At length he said, in his ordinary tone, "Well, what is it?"
"What is what, dear?"
"What do you want?"
Carmen looked perplexed37 and sweetly surprised. There is nothing so pitiful about habitual38 hypocrisy39 as that it never deceives anybody. It was not the less painful now that Carmen knew that Henderson knew her to the least fibre of her self-seeking soul, and that she felt that there were currents in his life that she could not calculate. A man is so much more difficult to understand than a woman, she reflected. And yet he is so susceptible40 that he can be managed even when he knows he is being managed. Carmen was not disconcerted for a moment. She replied, with her old candor41:
"What an idea! You give me everything I want before I know what it is."
"And before I know it either," he responded, with a grim smile. "Well, what is the news today?"
"Just the same old round. The Foundlings' Board, for one thing."
"Are you interested in foundlings?"
"Not much," said Carmen, frankly42. "I'm interested in those that find them. I told you how hateful that Mrs. Schuyler Blunt is."
"Why don't you cut her? Why don't you make it uncomfortable for her?"
"I can't find out," she said, with a laugh, dropping into the language of the Street, "anything she is short in, or I would."
"And you want me to get a twist on old Blunt?" and Henderson roared with laughter at the idea.
"No, indeed. Dear, you are just a goose, socially. It is nothing to you, but you don't understand what we women have to go through. You don't know how hard it is--that woman!"
"What has she done?"
"Nothing. That's just it. What do you say in the Street--freeze? Well, she is trying to freeze me out."
Henderson laughed again. "Oh, I'll back you against the field."
"I don't want to be backed," said Carmen; "I want some sympathy."
"Well, what is your idea?"
"I was going to tell you. Mr. Delancy dropped in this afternoon for a cup of tea--"
"Oh!"
"Yes, and he knows Mrs. Schuyler Blunt well; they are old friends, and he is going to arrange it."
"Arrange what?"
"Why, smooth everything out, don't you know. But, Rodney, I do want you to do something for me; not for me exactly, but about this. Won't you look out for Mr. Delancy in this deal?"
"Seems to me you are a good deal interested in Jack Delancy," said Henderson, in a sneering43 tone. The remark was a mistake, for it gave Carmen the advantage, and he did not believe it was just. He knew that Carmen was as passionless as a diamond, whatever even she might pretend for a purpose.
"Aren't you ashamed!" she cried, with indignation, and her eyes flared44 for an instant and then filled with tears. "And I try so hard."
"But I can't look out for all the lame45 ducks."
"He isn't a duck," said Carmen, using her handkerchief; "I'd hate him for a duck. It's just to help me, when you know, when you know--and it is so hard," and the tears came again.
Did Henderson believe? After all, what did it matter? Perhaps, after all, the woman had a right to her game, as he had to his.
"Oh, well," he said, "don't take on about it. I'll fix it. I'll make a memorandum46 this minute. Only don't you bother me in the future with too many private kites."
Carmen dried her eyes. She did not look triumphant47; she just looked sweet and grateful, like a person who had been helped. She went over and kissed her lord on the forehead, and sat on the arm of his chair, not too long, and then patted him on the shoulder, and said he was a good fellow, and she was a little bother, and so went away like a dutiful little wife.
And Henderson sat looking into the fire and musing48, with the feeling that he had been at the theatre, and that the comedy had been beautifully played.
His part of the play was carried out next day in good faith. One of the secrets of Henderson's success was that he always did what he said he would do. This attracted men to him personally, and besides he found, as Bismarck did, that it was more serviceable to him than lying, for the crafty49 world usually banks upon insincerity and indirectness. But while he kept his word he also kept his schemes to himself, and executed them with a single regard to his own interest and a Napoleonic selfishness. He did not lie to enemy or friend, but he did not spare either when either was in his way. He knew how to appeal to the self-interest of his fellows, and in time those who had most to do with him trusted him least when he seemed most generous in his offers.
When, the next day, his secretary reported to him briefly50 that Delancy was greatly elated with the turn things had taken for him, and was going in again, Henderson smiled sardonically51, and said, "It was the worst thing I could have done for him."
Jack, who did not understand the irony52 of his temporary rescue, and had little experience of commercial integrity, so called, was intent on fulfilling his part of the understanding with Carmen. This could best be effected by a return dinner to the Hendersons. The subject was broached53 at breakfast in an off-hand manner to Edith.
It was not an agreeable subject to Edith, that was evident; but it was not easy for her to raise objections to the dinner. She had gone to the Hendersons' to please Jack, in her policy of yielding in order to influence him; but having accepted the hospitality, she could not object to returning it. The trouble was in making the list.
"I do not know," said Edith, "who are the Hendersons' friends."
"Oh, that doesn't matter. Ask our friends. If we are going to do a thing to please them, no use in doing it half-way, so as to offend them, by drawing social lines against them."
"Well, suggest."
"There's Mavick; he'll be over from Washington next week."
"That's good; and, oh, I'll ask Father Damon."
"Yes; he'll give a kind of flavor to it. I shouldn't wonder if he would like to meet such a man as Henderson."
"And then the Van Dams and Miss Tavish; they were at Henderson's, and would help to make it easy."
"Yes; well, let's see. The Schuyler Blunts?"
"Oh, they wouldn't do at all. They wouldn't come. She wouldn't think of going to the Hendersons'."
"But she would come to us. I don't think she would mind once in a way."
"But why do you want them?"
"I don't want them particularly; but it would no doubt please the Hendersons more than any other thing we could do-and, well, I don't want to offend Henderson just now. It's a little thing, anyway. What's the use of all this social nonsense? We are not responsible for either the Hendersons or the Blunts being in the world. No harm done if they don't come. You invite them, and I'll take the responsibility."
So it was settled, against Edith's instinct of propriety54, and the dinner was made up by the addition of the elder Miss Chesney. And Jack did persuade Mrs. Blunt to accept. In fact, she had a little curiosity to see the man whose name was in the newspapers more prominently than that of the President.
It was a bright thought to secure Mr. Mavick. Mr. Thomas Mavick was socially one of the most desirable young men of the day. Matrimonially he was not a prize, for he was without fortune and without powerful connections. He had a position in the State Department. Originally he came from somewhere in the West, it was said, but he had early obtained one or two minor55 diplomatic places; he had lived a good deal abroad; he had traveled a little--a good deal, it would seem, from his occasional Oriental allusions56. He threw over his past a slight mystery, not too much; and he always took himself seriously. His salary was sufficient to set up a bachelor very comfortably who always dined out; he dressed in the severity of the fashion; he belonged only to the best clubs, where he unbent more than anywhere else; he was credited with knowing a good deal more than he would tell. It was believed, in fact, that he had a great deal of influence. The President had been known to send for him on delicate personal business with regard to appointments, and there were certain ticklish57 diplomatic transactions that he was known to have managed most cleverly. His friends could see his hand in state papers. This he disclaimed58, but he never denied that he knew the inside of whatever was going on in Washington. Even those who thought him a snob59 said he was clever. He had perfectly the diplomatic manner, and the reserve of one charged with grave secrets. Whatever he disclosed was always in confidence, so that he had the reputation of being as discreet60 as he was knowing. With women he was of course a favorite, for he knew how to be confidential61 without disclosing anything, and the hints he dropped about persons in power simply showed that he was secretly manoeuvring important affairs, and could make the most interesting revelations if he chose. His smile and the shake of his head at the club when talk was personal conveyed a world of meaning. Tom Mavick was, in short, a most accomplished62 fellow. It was evident that he carried on the State Department, and the wonder to many was that he was not in a position to do it openly. His social prestige was as mysterious as his diplomatic, but it was now unquestioned, and he might be considered as one of the first of a class who are to reconcile social and political life in this country.
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