CHAPTER V

The women he passed glared hatpins at Forbes and groaned as they rose

and hunched back to let him by. They clutched at the wraps he

disarranged. He rumpled one elaborate hat stuck in the back of a seat,

and one silk tie that had fallen out of the wire rack he kicked under

the row ahead. He had an impulse to go after it; but when he realized

the postures and scrambles it would involve, it was too horrible an

ordeal. He pretended not to have noticed, and pressed onward.

None was so indignant as the man who had similarly climbed out for a

drink the _entr'acte_ before. Forbes knew it was a drink he had gone out

for the moment he passed him. Forbes was not going out for a drink, but

for important information.

He apologized meekly, yet continued on his course. By the time he was in

the open Ten Eyck had disappeared. He was not in the lobby, nor among

the men smoking on the sidewalk or dashing across the street to one of

the cafes where coffee could not be obtained. Forbes found his man at

last in the smoking-room below-stairs.

He was puffing a cigarette, and met Forbes' eager glance with such blank

indifference that Forbes' words of greeting stopped in his throat.

To explain his presence in the smoking-room Forbes lighted a cigar,

though he knew that he could have but a few puffs of it. And it was such

a good cigar! There can only be so many good cigars in the world.

The two men paced back and forth on crisscrossing paths as violently

oblivious of each other as the two traditional Englishmen who were cast

away on the same desert island and had never been introduced.

It was not till Murray Ten Eyck flung down his cigarette and made to

leave that Forbes mustered courage enough to speak, in his Virginian

voice:

"Pardon me, suh, but aren't you Mr. Mu'y Ten Eyck?"

"Yes," said Ten Eyck--simply that, and nothing more.

Forbes, nonplussed at the abrupt brevity of the answer, tried again:

"I reckon you don't remember me."

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 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. 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 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:

"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."

"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.