The Sisters In Law Part 44
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"I hope they're not too artistic to keep their rooms warm," said Aileen, as they drove from her house where Gora and Alexina had dined, down to the Club of the Seven Arts. "I have smoked so much, intending to prove in public how really virtuous a society girl is, in contrast to Bohemia, that I'm nearly frozen."
"Keep your wrap on," said Alexina. "Who cares? I have always been wild to get into real Bohemian circles, meet authors and artists. We do lead the most provincial life. All circles should overlap--the best of all, anyhow. That is the way I would remold society if I were rich and powerful--"
"Good heavens Alex, you are not idealizing this crowd we are going to meet to-night? They're just a lot of second and third raters--"
"What do you know about them?"
"I keep my feet on the ground and my head out of the clouds. I know more or less what it must be. Besides, the last time I was in New York I was taken several times to the restaurants and studios of Greenwich Village. I could only convey my opinion of it in many swear words. This must be a sort of chromo of it.... Gora, are you as wildly excited as Alex is? I know she is because her spine is rigid; and she is probably colder than I am."
"Well, anyhow," said Alexina defiantly, "it will be something I never saw before."
"It will, darling. Well. Gora, what do you antic.i.p.ate?"
Gora laughed. "I wonder? I don't think I've thought much about it. The circ.u.mstances of my life have developed the habit of switching off my imagination except when I am at my desk. I've also formed the habit of taking things as they come. I'll manage to extract something from this, one way or another."
III
The car stopped before a narrow house in the rebuilt portion of the city. The door was opened immediately and the three guests of honor, apparently very late, as a large room beyond the vestibule appeared to be crowded, were marshaled up a narrow stair into a dressing-room under the eaves.
"Looks like the loft of a barn," grumbled Aileen. There was no attendant to hear. "Well, I'm not going to leave my cloak, for several reasons--only one of which is that if this room is a sample my ill-covered bones will rattle together downstairs."
She wore a gown of black chiffon with a green jade necklace and a band of green in her fas.h.i.+onably done fair hair. Alexina's gown was a soft white satin that fitted closely and made her look very tall and slim and round, the corsage trimmed with the only color she ever wore. Her hair was done in a cla.s.sic knot and held with a comb--a present from Aileen--designed from periwinkles and green leaves and sparkling dew-drops.
Gora shook out the skirt of her only evening-gown, a well-made black satin, very severe, but always relieved by a flower of some sort.
To-night she wore a poinsettia, whose peculiarly vivid red brought out the warm browns of her skin and hair. She had a superb neck and shoulders and bust, and the skin of her body was a delicate honey color that melted imperceptibly into the deeper tones of her throat and face.
"Alexina," she said, "let us perish but exhibit all our points. Your arms and hands were modeled for some untraced Greek ancestress and born again. Your neck is almost as good as mine, if not quite so solid...."
She had a spot of crimson on her high cheek bones and admitted to the discerning Aileen that she was the least bit excited. After all, the keenest brains of San Francisco might be down in that long raftered room they had glimpsed, and in any case she was about to be judged by a new standard.
"Oh, don't let that worry you," Aileen began.
A door at the end of the room opened abruptly and a small woman came forward almost panting. "I just ran up those stairs," she cried. "But I was bound to be the first. I used to go to school with your mother down on Bush Street--dear Minnie Morrison!"
She was a woman of fifty or sixty, with a nose like an inflamed b.u.t.ton, eyes that watered freely, and a shabby black hat somewhat on one side.
"But my mother never went to school in San Francisco," said Gora stiffly, and eyeing this first precipitate member of the intellectual world with profound disfavor.
"Oh, yes, she did. We were the most intimate friends. To think that dear Minnie's daughter--"
"Her name was not Minnie Morrison--"
"Oh, yes, it was--"
"Don't mind her so much, Gora dear." Aileen did not trouble to lower her voice. "She's drunk. Let's go down."
Another woman entered the same door almost as hastily, but she was a stately and rather handsome woman of forty, who gave the intruder such a withering look from her serene blue eyes that the unrefined member of the Seven Arts slunk out and could be heard stumbling down the stairs.
"I followed as soon as some one told me that Miss Skeers had come up here," she said apologetically. "She is not always herself, poor thing.
Once she was quite distinguished as a local magazine writer, but ...
well, you know ... all people do not have the good fortune to have their genius universally recognized, and the results are sometimes disastrous. We are so proud to welcome you to-night, Miss Dwight, and--and--your charming friends. I am Jane Upton Halsey." She appeared to think no further explanation necessary.
"Oh, yes," murmured the bewildered Gora. "It was you who wrote to me."
"Exactly. I am chairman of the reception committee." She looked expectant, then piqued, and added hastily: "Will you come downstairs?
What lovely gowns. I should like to paint you all."
She herself was a symphony in pink ("dago pink," whispered Aileen wickedly), and she wore a small pink silk turban, apparently made from the same bolt as the gown.
"Perhaps we should have worn hats," said Gora nervously. "I didn't know--I thought..."
"You are just all right. Anything goes here. We wear what's becoming, what we can afford, and what is our own idea of the right thing. n.o.body criticizes anybody else."
"Now, this is life!" said Alexina to Aileen. "You will admit we never found anything like that before."
"Just you watch and catch them criticizing us.... Rather effective--what?"
They were descending a staircase that led directly into the crowded room below, and they looked down upon a ma.s.s of upturned expectant faces, Gora was ahead with Miss Halsey, and as she reached the floor the faces changed their angle; it was apparent that they were not interested in her satellites.
"Let's stop here for a moment and watch," said Alexina. "It's too interesting. They look as if they'd eat her alive."
The whole company seemed to be seething about Gora, and as they were rapidly presented by Miss Halsey and pa.s.sed on they produced the effect, in the inner circles, of a maelstrom. On the outer edge the women frankly stood on chairs to get a better look at the new lion, or pushed forward with frenzied determination to the fixed center of the whirlpool, whose gracious smile was becoming strained.
"Poor Gora!" said Aileen. "We do it better. A few picked souls at a time; or, even when it's a tea, just casual introductions at decent intervals, and not too many references to the immortal work."
"It's simply great for Gora, anyhow; for, big or little, they're her own sort. And they're not sn.o.bs, They don't care tuppence for us."
"You're right there. I went to a big reception of all the arts in Paris once and the only people any one kowtowed to were two disgustingly rich New York women who had never done anything. But no one can be blamed for national characteristics. Heavens! What an olla podrida!"
Some of the men were in evening dress, but the greater number were not.
They were of all ages, shaves, neckties and haircuts. The women wore every variety of hat, from an immense sailor perched above an immense fat face, above an immense s.h.i.+rtwaist bust, to minute turbans and waving plumes. They wore tailored suits, high "one piece" frocks of any material from chiffon to serge, symphonic confections like Miss Halsey's, and flowing robes presumably artistic. None wore full evening dress except the guests of honor. All, however, did not wear hats, and they arranged their hair as individually as Alexina.
IV
"This may be our chance to see the art exhibit," said Aileen. "They'll remember us in time, or Gora will...."
They descended into the room but had waited too long. Miss Halsey, turning the guest of honor over to the second in command, a woman of portentous seriousness, made her way hastily to the mere b.u.t.terflies; who endeavored vainly to slink away under cover of the rotating crowd.
"You won't think me rude, I hope," she cried, "but I had to start things going, and it is awkward for all to introduce three people at a time."
"You were most considerate," said Alexina amiably. "But we only came to witness Gora's triumph, and we enjoy looking on, anyhow.... We were about to look at the pictures...."
"You must meet some of our more brilliant members," said Miss Halsey firmly. "They would never forgive me, and have been almost as excited at meeting two such distinguished members of society as at meeting Miss Dwight herself. Now, if you ... if you ... that is..."
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