What Will People Say? Part 4
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"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. 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 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 cla.s.s.
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 G.o.d, how I loathe a middle-cla.s.s 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 advertis.e.m.e.nt 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:
"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 G.o.d 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 "Hus.h.!.+" 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."
"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!" Willie gasped. "I gave her up long ago."
Ten Eyck intervened. Forbes remembered now that he was always intervening between extremists in the club quarrels in Manila.
"What difference does it make?" he said. "All dancing is impure to some people. The waltz and polka used to be considered bad enough to get you kicked out of the churches. The turkey-trot is only vulgar when vulgar people dance it, and they'd be vulgar anyway, anywhere. The trot has set people to jigging again. That's one good, wholesome thing. For several years you couldn't get people to dance at all. Now they're at it morning, noon, and night."
"The police ought to stop it, I tell you," Willie insisted, with a peevishness that was like a dash of vinegar. "I hate to see it."
"Then don't come along, my dear," Persis answered, with a glint of temper.
Forbes did not like that "my dear." It might mean nothing, but it might mean everything.
CHAPTER VI
When the final curtain came down like a guillotine on the play there was a general uprising, a sort of slow panic to escape from this finished place and move on to the next event--by street-car to a welsh rabbit in a kitchenette, or by motor to a restaurant of pretense.
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