What Will People Say? - The Original Classic Edition. Hughes Rupert
brevity of the answer, tried again:
"I reckon you don't remember me."
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Ten Eyck showed a hint of interest. If he were a snob he blamed it on his own weaknesses.
"I seem to, but--well, I'm simply putrid at names and faces. A man pulled me out of the surf at Palm Beach last winter--I had a cramp, you know. I cut him dead two weeks later. When I knew what I had done I wished he had let me drown. So don't mind me if I don't remember you. Who are you? Did you ever save my life? Where was it we met?"
"It was in Manila. You were--"
"Oh, God bless me! You're Harvey Forbes--well, I'll be--" He reversed the prayer. "Of course it's you." He was cordial enough now as he clapped both hands on Forbes' shoulders. "But how the hell was I to know you all dolled up like this? I used to see you in uniform with cap and bronze buttons and sword and puttees. You were a lieutenant then. I dare say you're a colonel by now, what?" Forbes shook his head. "No? Well, you ought to be. You did save my life out in that Godforsaken hole. And now you're here! Well, I'll be--Let's have a drink."
"No, thank you!"
"Yes, thank you!" He hurried Forbes up the stairs, out into the street, and into a peacock-rivaling cafe. With one foot on the rail, one elbow on the bar, and one elbow crooked upward, they toasted each other in[Pg 26] a hearty "How!" Then, with libations tossed inward, the old friendship was consecrated anew.
"Tell me," said Ten Eyck, "are you alone--or with somebody? Don't answer if it will incriminate you." "No such luck," groaned Forbes. "I'm alone, a castaway on this deserted island."
"Well, I'm the little rescuing party. How long you here for?"
"I don't know. I was ordered to Governor's Island. I don't have to report for a week, so I thought I'd have a look at New York." "That won't take you long. There's nothing going on, and nobody in town."
Forbes remembered the crowds he had seen, and smiled. "I saw three ve'y charming ladies in that party of yours."
"Glad you like 'em. Come and meet 'em."
"Perhaps one of them is your wife. Are you ma'ied yet?" "Not yet. Not while I have my health and strength."
"I'm right glad to hear it. I was beginning to feel afraid that you had ma'ied that wonderful one." Ten Eyck shook his head and laughed.
"Who? Me? Me marry Persis Cabot?" "Is that her name? Well, why not?"
"If you only knew her you wouldn't ask why. I'm not a millionaire." "She doesn't look mercenary."
"She's not. Money is nothing to her; she doesn't know what it means; she just tosses it away. She's like a yacht. You think it costs a lot
to buy, but wait till you count the upkeep. Persis is a corker. She's a fine girl to play with. But you must promise not to marry her."
"I promise."
"Fine! Come along." As they climbed the stairs Ten Eyck was saying: "I hate an obligation like poison.[Pg 27] Always want to pay
back a mean turn or a good one. You made a devil of a hit with me, Forbesy, out in Manila there, when I was blue and sick and a
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million miles from home. I suppose there's nothing makes a hit with a man like calling on him when he's sick. You got your hooks on me that way, and I'm yours to boss around. I'll put you up at a lot of clubs and trot you about till you flash the S. O. S. That is, if you want that sort of thing. Maybe you want to be let alone. If you do, you can kick me out whenever I'm in the way."
Forbes denied any inclination to solitude. When they reached the head of the aisle to the box he paused. He had the Southern idea of ceremonial courtesy, and he suggested that Ten Eyck had better ask the permission of the ladies before he introduced a stranger. Forbes had the rare knack of using the word "lady" without an effect of middle class.
And he had never forgotten what Ten Eyck had said to him once: "I love the extremes of society. I can get along with the highest, and I dote on the lowest, but God, how I loathe a middle-class soul."
Ten Eyck waived Forbes' scruples, dragged him to the box, and presented him to the women and the two other men. Forbes was too much perturbed to catch a single name. Even the last name of Persis escaped both his memory and his attention.
Ten Eyck gave Forbes a glowing advertisement as a brilliant soldier and a life-saver, and offered him his own chair next to Persis. She had answered his low bow of homage with nothing more than a wren-like nod and half a hint of a smile.
Ten Eyck threw Forbes into confusion by saying:
"You'll have to do better than that, old girl. Mr. Forbes not only rescued me from the depths, but he told me you were the most beautiful thing he ever saw on earth."
Persis smiled a little more cordially and murmured:[Pg 28]
"That's very nice of him."
She was evidently so used to bouquets in the face that they neither offended nor excited her. But Miss--or was it Mrs?--anyway, the
plump woman interposed:
"He must have been referring to me. My mirror tells me I am fatally beautiful, and God knows there's more of me than of anybody else on earth."
Forbes was in a dilemma. He had not made the comment ascribed to him, yet he could hardly deny it. Nor could he deny the plump
lady's claim to the praise. He simply flushed and smiled benignly on everybody.
Fortunately, the lights sank just then, and the curtain went up with a sound like a great "Hush!" The party, having been once rebuked, fell into silence. Forbes rose to return to his own seat, but Ten Eyck, standing back of him, pressed him into his chair with powerful hands.
He stayed put. But the play no longer held him. He could think only of one thing. He was posted at the side of this creature who
had fascinated him from afar and terrified him anear, and whose last name he did not yet know.
The lesson of the previous act was not long remembered by the irrepressibles. One of the men, a queer little fellow he was, whispered a comment to Persis. She laughed and answered it. The other women had to be told. They giggled. Their voices gradually rose in pitch and volume.
When the thief in the play shot the stool-pigeon with a silencered revolver a man seated below the box was overheard to say: "I wish somebody would invent a silencer for box-parties."
Again there were almost audible stares of reproach from the audience, and quietude settled down once more like a pall. At the end of this act again Forbes rose to go, but Ten Eyck checked him again.
"What you doing after the play?" "Nothing."[Pg 29]
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"Come turkey-trotting with us."
"Turkey-trotting!" Forbes gasped. "Do nice people--"
"We're not nice people," said Persis, "but we do."
"It's all we do do," said the lady of the embonpoint, whose first name by now he had gleaned as Winifred.
Forbes was surprised to hear himself speaking as if to old acquaintance. "When I was in San Francisco, six years or so ago, slumming parties were taking it up along the 'Barbary Coast.' And on my way East just now I read an editorial about its rage in New York, but I didn't believe it."
"It's awful," said the little man. "People have gone stark mad over it. The mayor ought to stop it."
"Oh, Willie, don't be a prude," said Persis. "You know it's healthier than playing bridge all day and all night."
"And much less expensive," said the white-haired one.
"It's sickening," Willie insisted. "It's unfit for a decent woman." "Thanks!" said Persis, with a tone of zinc.
The little man made haste with an apology. "I don't mean you, my dear, of course; you dance it harmlessly enough; but--well, I don't like to see you at it, that's all."
"Your own mother is learning it," said Winifred.
"Oh, mother!"