“Brother Bones,” said Interlocutor Ted1 Teasdale commandingly, with his knuckles2 on his right knee and his elbow at the proper angle.
“Yes, sir, Mr. Interlocutor,” replied Willis Cunningham, whose “black-face make-up” seemed marvellously absurd in connection with his brown Vandyke.
“Brother Bones, when does everybody love a storm?”
“I don’t know, Mr. Interlocutor,” admitted Brother Bones Cunningham, touching3 his kinky wig4 with the tip of one forefinger5. “When does everybody love a storm?”
Interlocutor Ted Teasdale roved his eye over the assemblage, of fifty or more, in his own ballroom6, and smiled in a superior fashion. The ebony-faced semicircle of impromptu7 minstrels, banded together that morning, leaned forward with anticipatory8 grins. They had heard the joke in rehearsal9. It was a corker!
“When it’s a Gail,” he replied, whereat Gail Sargent, at whom everybody looked and laughed, flushed prettily11, and the bones and tambos made a flourish, and the Interlocutor announced that the Self Help Glee Club would now sing that entrancing ditty, entitled “Mary Had a Little Calf12.”
It was only in the blossom of the evening at Ted Teasdale’s country house, the same being about eleven 99o’clock, and the dance was still to begin. Lucile Teasdale’s vivid idea for making her house-party notable was to induce their guests to amuse themselves; and their set had depended upon hired entertainers for so long that the idea had all the charm of distinct novelty. There had been an amazingly smart operetta written on the spot by Willis Cunningham, and with musical settings by Arlene Fosland. Rippingly clever thing! “The Tea Room Suffragettes!” Ball afterwards, of course, until four o’clock in the morning. To-night the minstrel show, and a ball; to-morrow night tableaux14 vivant, and a ball; fancy dress this time, and all costumes to be devised from the materials at hand by the wearer’s own ingenuity15. Fine? No end of it! One could always be sure of having a lively time around Lucile and Ted Teasdale and Arly Fosland. Gerald Fosland was at this party. Fine chap, Gerald, and beautifully decent in his attentions to Arly. Pity they were so rotten bored with each other; but there you were! Each should have married a blonde.
Gail Sargent fairly scintillated17 with enjoyment18. She had never attended so brilliant a house-party. Her own set back home had a lot of fun, but this was in some way different. The people were no more clever, but there were more clever people among them; that was it. There had been a wider range from which to pick, which was why, in New York, there were so many circles, and circles within circles.
Gail was sparkling all the time. There was a constant flash of wit, not of a very high order, to be sure, nor exceptionally brilliant, which latter was its chief charm. Some wit has to be taken so very seriously. There were dashes into the brisk, exhilarating winter air, there were lazy breakfasts, where three or four of 100the girls grouped in one room, there was endless gaiety and laughter, and, above all, oceans and oceans of flirtation19. The men whom Lucile and Arly had collected were an especial joy. They had all the accomplished20 outward symbols of fervour without any of its oppressive insistence21. Gail, as an agreeable duty to her new found self, experimented with several of them, and found them most amusing and pleasant, but nothing more disturbing.
Dick Rodley was the most persistent22, and, in spite of the fact that he was so flawlessly handsome as to excite ridicule23, Gail found herself, by and by, defending him against her own iconoclastic24 sense of humour. He reached her after the minstrel show, while Houston Van Ploon and Willis Cunningham were still struggling profanely25 with their burnt cork10, and he stole her from under the very eyes of Jack26 Lariby, while that smitten27 youth was exchanging wit, at a tremendous loss, with caustic28 Arly Fosland.
“Have you seen the new century plant in the conservatory29?” Dick asked, beaming down at her, his black eyes glowing like coals.
Gail’s eyelids30 flashed down for an instant, and the corners of her lips twitched31. Young Lariby had only been with her five minutes, but she had felt herself ageing in that time.
“I love them,” she avowed32, and glancing backward just once, she tiptoed hastily away with the delighted Dick. That young man had looked deep into the eyes of many women, and at last he was weary of being adored. He led Gail straight to the sequestered33 corner behind the date palms, but it was occupied by Bobby Chalmers and Flo Reynolds. He strolled with Gail to the seat behind the rose screen, but it was fully16 engaged, 101and he led the way out toward the geranium alcove34.
“I’ve missed you so this evening,” he earnestly confided35 to her. “I was two hours in the minstrel show. It was forever, Gail!” and he bent36 his glowing eyes upon her. That was it! His wonderful eyes! They were magnetic, compelling, and one would be dull who could not find a response to the thrill of them.
“Where is the century plant?” He was a tremendously pleasant fellow. When she walked through a crowded room with Dick, she knew, from the looks of admiration37, just what people were saying; that they were an extraordinarily38 handsome couple.
“There is no century plant,” he shamelessly confessed.
“I knew it,” and she laughed.
“I don’t mind admitting that it was a point-blank lie,” he cheerfully told her. “I wanted to get you out here alone, all to myself,” and his voice went down two tones. He did do it so prettily!
“You’ve clinched41 Lucile’s reputation,” he stated. “She always has been famous for picking good ones; but she saved you for the climax42.”
“My happy, happy childhood days,” laughed Gail. “The boys used to talk that way on the way home from school.”
“I don’t doubt it,” and Dick smiled appreciatively. “The dullest sort of a boy would find himself saying nice things to you; but I shall stop it.”
“Oh, please don’t!” begged Gail. “You are so delightful43 at it.”
He pounced44 on a corner half hidden by a tub of 102ferns. There was no bench there, but it was at least semi-isolated, and he leaned gracefully45 against the window-ledge, looking down at her earnestly as she stood, slenderly outlined against the green of the ferns, in her gown of delicate blue sparkling with opalescent46 flakes47.
“That’s just the trouble,” he complained. “I don’t wish you to be aware that I am saying what you call pretty things. I wish, instead, to be effective,” and there was a roughness in his voice which had come for the first time. She was a trifle startled by it, and she lowered her eyes before the steady gaze which he poured down on her. Why, he was in earnest!
“Then take me to Lucile,” she smiled up at him, and strolled in toward the ballroom.
Willis Cunningham met them at the door.
“You promised me the first dance,” he breathlessly informed Gail. He had been walking rapidly.
“Are they ready?” she inquired, stepping a pace away from Dick.
“I’ve the second one, remember, Gail,” Dick reminded her, as he glanced around the ballroom for his own partner, but Gail distinctly felt his eyes following her as she walked away with Cunningham.
“I know now of what your profile reminds me,” Cunningham told her; “the Charmeaux ‘Praying Nymph.’ It is the most spiritually beautiful of all the pictures in the Louvre.”
“I wonder which is the stronger emotion in me just now,” she returned; “gratified vanity or curiosity.”
“I hope it’s the latter,” smiled Cunningham. “I 103recall now a gallery in which there is a very good copy of the Charmeaux canvas, and I’d be delighted to take you.”
“I’ll go with pleasure,” promised Gail, and Cunningham turned to her with a grateful smile.
“I would prefer to show you the original,” he ventured.
“Oh, look at them tuning49 their drums,” cried Gail, and he thought that she had entirely50 missed his hint, that the keenest delight in his life would be to lead her through the Louvre, and from thence to a perspective of picture galleries, dazzling with all the hues51 of the spectrum52, and as long as life!
He had other things which he wanted to say, but he calculatingly reserved them for the day of the picture viewing, when he would have her exclusive attention; so, through the dance, he talked of trifles far from his heart. He was a nice chap, too.
Dick Rodley was on hand with the last stroke of the music, to claim her for his dance. By one of those waves of unspoken agreement, Gail was being “rushed.” It was her night, and she enjoyed it to the full. Perhaps the new awakening53 in Gail, the crystallisation of which she had been forced to become conscious, had something to do with this. Her cheeks, while no more beautiful in their delicacy54 of colouring, had a certain quality of translucence55, which gave her the indefinable effect of glowing from within; her eyes, while no brighter, had changed the manner of their brightness. They had lost something of their sparkle, which had been replaced by a peculiarly enticing56 half-veiled scintillation, much as if they were smouldering, only to cast off streams of brilliant sparks at the slightest disturbance57; 104while all about her was the vague intangible aura of magnetic attraction which seemed to flutter and to soothe58 and to call, all in one.
Dick Rodley was the first to know this vague change in her; perhaps because Dick, with all his experience in the social diversion of love-making, was, after all, more spiritual in his physical perceptions. At any rate he hovered59 near her at every opportunity throughout the evening, and his own eyes, which had the natural trick of glowing, now almost blazed when they met those of Gail. She liked him, and she did not. She was thrown into a flutter of pleasure when he came near her, she enjoyed a clash of wit, and of will, and of snappy mutual60 attraction; then suddenly she wanted him away from her, only to welcome him eagerly when he came back.
Van Ploon danced with her, danced conscientiously61, keeping perfect time to the music, avoiding, with practised adroitness62, every possible pocketing, or even hem13 contacts with surrounding couples, and acquitting63 himself of lightly turned observations at the expiration64 of about every seventy seconds. He was aware that Gail was exceptionally pretty to-night, but, if he stopped to analyse it at all, he probably ascribed it to her delicate blue dancing frock with its opalescent flakes, or her coiffure, or something of the sort. He quite approved of her; extraordinarily so. He had never met a girl who approached so near the thousand per cent. grade of perfection by all the blue ribbon points.
It was while she was enjoying her second restful dance with Van Ploon that Gail, swinging with him near the south windows, heard the honk65 of an auto66 horn, and a repetition close after, and, by the acceleration67 of tone, she discerned that the machine was coming up the 105drive at break-neck speed. Moreover, her delicately attuned68 musical ear recognised something familiar in the sound of the horn; perhaps tone, perhaps duration, perhaps inflection, more likely a combination of all three. Consequently, she was not at all surprised when, near the conclusion of the dance, she saw Allison standing69 in the doorway70 of the ballroom, with his hands in his pockets, watching her with a smile. Her eyes lighted with pleasure, and she nodded gaily to him over Van Ploon’s tall shoulder. When the dance stopped she was on the far side of the room, and was instantly the centre of a buzzing little knot of dancers, from out of which carefree laughter radiated like visible flashes of musical sound. She emerged from the group with the arms of two bright-eyed girls around her waist, and met Allison sturdily breasting the currents which had set towards the conservatory, the drawing-rooms, or the buffet71.
“Nobody has saved me a dance,” he complained.
“Nobody expected you until to-morrow,” Gail smilingly returned, introducing him to the girls. “I’ll beg you one of my dances from Ted or somebody.”
She was so obviously slated72 to entertain Allison during this little intermission, that Van Ploon, following the trio in duty bound, took one of the girls and went away, and her partner led the other one to the music room.
“I’ll have Lucile piece you out a card,” offered Gail, as they strolled naturally across to the little glass enclosed balcony. “I don’t think I can secure you one of Arly’s dances. She’s scandalously popular to-night.”
“One will be enough for me, unless you can steal me some more of your own,” he told her, glancing down at 106her, from coiffure to blue pointed73 slippers74, with calm appreciation75. “You are looking great to-night,” and his gaze came back to rest in her glowing eyes. Her fresh colour had been heightened by the excitement of the evening, but now an added flush swept lightly over her cheeks, and passed.
“I’ll see what I can do,” she speculated, looking at her dance card. “The next three are with total strangers, and of course I can’t touch those,” she laughed. “The fourth one is with Willis Cunningham, and after that is a brief wilderness76 again. I think one is all you get.”
“I’m lucky even to have that,” declared Allison in content. “The fourth dance down. That will just give me time to punish the buffet. I’m hungry as a bear. I started out here without my dinner.”
They stood at the balcony windows looking out into the wintry night. There was not much to see, not even the lacing of the bare trees against the clouded sky. The snow had gone, and where the light from the windows cut squarely on the ground were bare walks, and cold marble, and dead lawn; all else was blackness; but it was a sufficient landscape for people so intensely concentrated upon themselves.
Her next partner came in search of her presently, and the music struck up, and Allison, nodding to his many acquaintances jovially77, for he was in excellent humour in these days of building, and planning, and clearing ground for an entirely new superstructure of life, circled around to the dining room, where he performed savage78 feats79 at the buffet. Soon he was out again, standing quietly at the edge of things, and watching Gail with keen pleasure, both when she danced and when, in the intermissions, the gallants of the party 107gravitated to her like needles to a magnet. Her popularity pleased him, and flattered him. Suddenly he caught sight of Eldridge Babbitt, a middle-aged80 man who was watching a young woman with the same pleasure Allison was experiencing in the contemplation of Gail.
“Just the man I wanted to see,” announced Allison, making his way to Babbitt. “I have a new freightage proposition for the National Dairy Products Consolidation81.”
Babbitt brightened visibly. He had been missing something keenly these past two days, and now all at once he realised what it was; business.
“I can’t see any possible new angle,” returned Babbitt cautiously, and with a backward glance at the dashing young Mrs. Babbitt. He headed instinctively82 for the library.
Laughingly Gail finished her third dance down. She had enjoyed several sparkling encounters in passing with Dick Rodley, and she was buoyantly exhilarated as she started to stroll from the floor with her partner. She had wanted to find cherub-cheeked Marion Kenneth, and together they walked through the conservatory, and the dining room, and the deserted83 billiard room, with its bright light on the green cloth and all the rest of the room in dimness. There was a narrow space at one point between the chairs and the table, and it unexpectedly wedged them into close contact. With a sharp intake84 of his breath, the fellow, a ruddy-faced, thick-necked, full-lipped young man who had followed her with his eyes all evening, suddenly turned, and caught her in his embrace, and, holding back her head in the hollow of his arm, kissed her; a new kiss to her, and horrible!
“Forgive me, Miss Sargent,” he begged.
Gail nodded her numb87 acceptance of the apology, and turning, hurried out of the side door to the veranda88. Her knees were trembling, but the fresh, cold air steadied her, and she walked the full length of the wide porch, trying instinctively to forget the sickening humiliation89. As she came to the corner of the house, the sharp winter wind tore at her, smote90 her throat, clutched at her bare shoulders, and stopped her with a sharp physical command. She drew her gauzy little dancing scarf around her, and held it tightly knotted at her throat, and edged closer to the house. She was near a window, and, advancing a step, she looked in. It was the library, and Allison sat there, so clean and wholesome91 looking, with his pink shaven face and his white evening waistcoat, and his dark hair beginning to sprinkle with grey at the temples. He was so sturdy and so strong and so dependable looking, as he sat earnestly talking with Babbitt. Allison said something, and they both smiled; then Babbitt said something and they both threw back their heads and laughed, while Allison, with one hand in his pocket, waved his other hand over a memorandum92 pad which lay between them. Gail hurried to the front door and rang the bell.
“Hello, Gail,” greeted the cheery voice of Allison, as she came in. “My dance next, isn’t it?”
His voice was so good, so comforting, so reassuring93.
“I think so,” she replied, standing hesitantly in the doorway, and thankful that the lights were canopied94 in this room.
Allison drew the memorandum pad toward him, and rose.
“By the way, there’s one thing I forgot to tell you, Babbitt, and it’s rather important.” He hesitated and glanced toward the door. “You’ll excuse me just half a minute, won’t you, Gail?”
She had noticed that assumption of intimate understanding in him before, and she had secretly admired it. Now it was a comfort and a joy.
“Surely,” she granted, and passed on in to the library alcove, a sheltered nook where she was glad to be alone, to rescue herself from the whirl of anger, and indignation, and humiliation—above all, humiliation!—which had swept around her. What had she done to bring this despicable experience upon herself? What evil thing had there been in her to summons forth95 this ugly spectre? She had groped almost deliberately96 for that other polarity which should complete her, but this painful moment was not one of the things for which she had sought. She could not know, but she had passed one of the inevitable97 milestones98. The very crystallisation which had brightened and whetted99 her to a keen zest100 in her natural destiny, had attracted this fellow, inevitably101. Her face was hot and cold by turns, and she was almost on the point of crying, in spite of her constantly reiterated102 self-admonishment that she must control herself here, when Allison came to the door of the alcove.
“All right, Gail,” he said laconically103.
She felt suddenly weary, but she rose and joined him. When she slipped her hand in his arm, strong, and warm, and pulsing, she was aware of a thrill from it, but the thrill was just restfulness.
“You look a little tired,” judged the practical Allison, as they strolled, side by side, into the hall, and he patted the slender hand which lay on his arm.
110“Not very,” she lightly replied, and unconsciously she snuggled her hand more comfortably into its resting place. A little sigh escaped her lips, deep-drawn and fluttering. It was a sigh of content.
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