Unhappily unconscious of the kindly feeling being extended to him from the bench in front, Judge Donald seated himself by Katharine, just as they drew slowly into the station.
"You haven"t been on for some years, have you?" she asked him.
"No," he answered, "I"ve been busy."
"Oh, we know you"ve been busy," she interpolated, smiling.
"You"re the same Katharine Normaine," he rejoined. "I thought you were, by the looks, and now I"m sure. You don"t really know that I"ve ever had a case, but you make me feel that my name echoes through two worlds at the very least."
"And you are still Harry Donald, suspicious of the gifts that are tossed into your lap," and they both laughed.
"This is the man of the cla.s.s," went on Judge Donald, turning to Ellis, who had taken a seat above them. "Your books have gotten out to Wisconsin, and that"s fame enough for any man."
"Have they really?" said Arnold. "I supposed they only wrote notices of them in the papers."
"Oh, yes," murmured Miss Normaine. "Ellis has turned out clever,--one never knows."
"I guess they"re good, too," went on Donald; "I tell "em I used to think you wrote well in college."
"I thought I did, too," answered Arnold. "I don"t believe we"re either of us quite so sure I write well now."
They had delayed their steps to keep out of the crowd, for the people were leaving the train, some hurrying to catch other trains, some stopping to greet friends and acquaintances; there was a general rushing to and fro, the clamor of well-bred voices, the calling out of names in surprised accost, the frou-frou of gowns and the fragrance of flowers, in the bare and untidy station.
At last the party of which Miss Normaine was one left the car, and with the two men she made her way down the platform, through the midst of the hubbub, which waxed more insistent every moment.
"It is with a somewhat fevered anxiety that I am keeping my eye on Alice," she said.
"She is with a young man," said Judge Donald.
"That statement has not the merit of affording information. She has been with a young man ever since we left home."
"It isn"t the same one, either," supplemented Arnold.
"It never is the same one," said Miss Normaine, somewhat impatiently. "I am under no obligation to look after or even differentiate the young men. I simply have to see that the child doesn"t get lost with any one of them."
"She won"t get lost with one," said Arnold, rea.s.suringly, as they were separated by a cross-current of determined humanity. "She has three now, and they are all shaking hands at a terrible rate."
Judge Donald departed on a tour of investigation, and returned to say that there was no chance just at present of their getting away. It was a scene of confusion which only patience and time could elucidate. The omniscience of officials had given place to a less satisfactory if more human ignorance; last come was first served, and a seat in a train seemed by no means to insure transportation. It was as well to wait for a while outside as in; so with many others they strolled up and down, until their car should be more easily accessible.
"Alice is an example of the profound truths we have been enunciating, Ellis," said Miss Normaine. "She has an ardent admirer on the defeated crew. At one time I did not know but his devotion might shake her lifelong allegiance to the other university; but now that victory has fairly perched, you observe she has small thought for the bearers of captured banners. We were saying, Mr. Arnold and I," she explained to Donald, "that it is at our time of life that people begin to remember that when somebody beats, there is somebody else beaten."
Donald grew grave,--as grave as a man can be with the feathers of an unconscious girl tickling one ear and a fleeting chorus of the latest "catchy" song penetrating the other.
"Arnold and I can appreciate it better than you, I guess," he said, "because there have been times when we thought it highly probable we might get beaten ourselves."
"Highly," a.s.sented Arnold.
"But you, Miss Normaine, you"ve never had any difficulty in getting in on the first floor," went on the other. "You"ve quaffed the foam of the beaker and eaten the peach from the sunniest side of the wall right along--I"m quite sure of it just to look at you."
"The Scripture moveth us in sundry places," said Katharine, with a lightness that did not entirely veil something serious, "not to put too much faith in appearances. Even I am not above learning a lesson now and then."
He looked at her curiously.
"I"d like to know by what right you haven"t changed more," he said.
"Did you expect to find me in ruins, after--let me see, how many years?"
she laughed. "The hand of Time is heavy, but not necessarily obliterating. _What_ has become of Alice?"
"She can"t have gone far," said Arnold. "She was with us a moment ago."
"There she is with some of the rest of your party--I caught a glimpse of her just now," added Donald. "She"s quite safe."
Alice stood talking with a girl of her own age and two or three undergraduates, on the outskirts of the crowd. One of the youths wore in his b.u.t.tonhole the losing color, but he bore himself with a proud dignity that forbade casual condolences. Alice"s eyes were bright, and her pretty laugh rippled forth with readily communicated mirth, while the very roses of her hat nodded with the spirit of unthinking gayety.
"There"s the car that belongs to our fellows," said, half to himself, the person of sympathies alien to those of his present companions. "They must be about--yes, they"re getting on," he added, as a car which had been propelled from a neighboring switch stopped at the farther end of the station. Alice"s head turned with a swiftness of motion that set the roses vibrating as if a sudden breeze had ruffled their petals.
"The crew?" she asked.
"Yes," a.s.sented the young man.
She turned more definitely towards him, away from the rest of the group, whose attention was called in another direction.
"Will you do something for me, Mr. Francis?"
"Why, of course."
Alice had not antic.i.p.ated refusal, and her directions were prompt and lucid.
"Please go into that car and ask Mr. Herbert to come out to the platform, at the other end, to speak to me. There isn"t much time to lose, so please be quick."
As he lifted his hat and moved away, she joined in the conversation of the others, which seemed to be largely metaphorical.
"So he got it that time," one of the young men was explaining, "where Katy wore the beads."
"Well, it served him quite right," said Alice, with the generosity of ignorance. Her whole attention was apparently given to the matter in hand, but she was standing so that she could see the somewhat vague vestibule of the brilliant but curtained car.
"Oh, yes, but it wasn"t on the tintype that the other fellow should have been there at all."
"No, to be sure, but that made it all the better," said Alice"s friend, with sympathetic vision.
"Why, there"s Eugene Herbert!" exclaimed Alice. "I really must go and tell him that he pulled beautifully, if he didn"t win, and comforting things like that! Don"t go off without me."
Before comment could be framed upon their lips, she had left her companions and was slipping quickly down the platform.
"She knows him very well," said the other girl; "she"ll be back in a minute."
"She must have sharp eyes," said another of the group, as he looked after her. But too many people were about for fixed attention to be bestowed upon a single figure. There was but one light under the roof of that part of the station where a young man was standing, looking rather sulkily up and down. Alice was a little breathless with her rapid walk when she reached him.
"I thought Francis was giving me a song and dance," he said, as he grasped the hand she held out.