We had won. That was the essential thing. And my legal experience had taught me that victory counts; defeat is soon forgotten. Even the discontented, half-baked and heterogeneous element from which the Pilot got its circulation had short memories.
XI.
The next morning, which was Sunday, I went to Mr. Watling"s house in, Fillmore Street--a new residence at that time, being admired as the dernier cri in architecture. It had a mediaeval look, queer dormers in a steep roof of red tiles, leaded windows buried deep in walls of rough stone. Emerging from the recessed vestibule on a level with the street were the Watling twins, aglow with health, dressed in identical costumes of blue. They had made their bow to society that winter.
"Why, here"s Hugh!" said Frances. "Doesn"t he look pleased with himself?"
"He"s come to take us to church," said Janet.
"Oh, he"s much too important," said Frances. "He"s made a killing of some sort,--haven"t you, Hugh?"...
I rang the bell and stood watching them as they departed, reflecting that I was thirty-two years of age and unmarried. Mr. Watling, surrounded with newspapers and seated before his library fire, glanced up at me with a welcoming smile: how had I borne the legislative baptism of fire? Such, I knew, was its implication.
"Everything went through according to schedule, eh? Well, I congratulate you, Hugh," he said.
"Oh, I didn"t have much to do with it," I answered, smiling back at him.
"I kept out of sight."
"That"s an art in itself."
"I had an opportunity, at close range, to study the methods of our lawmakers."
"They"re not particularly edifying," Mr. Watling replied. "But they seem, unfortunately, to be necessary."
Such had been my own thought.
"Who is this man Krebs?" he inquired suddenly. "And why didn"t Varney get hold of him and make him listen to reason?"
"I"m afraid it wouldn"t have been any use," I replied. "He was in my cla.s.s at Harvard. I knew him--slightly. He worked his way through, and had a pretty hard time of it. I imagine it affected his ideas."
"What is he, a Socialist?"
"Something of the sort." In Theodore Watling"s vigorous, sanity-exhaling presence Krebs"s act appeared fantastic, ridiculous. "He has queer notions about a new kind of democracy which he says is coming. I think he is the kind of man who would be willing to die for it."
"What, in these days!" Mr. Watling looked at me incredulously. "If that"s so, we must keep an eye on him, a sincere fanatic is a good deal more dangerous than a reformer who wants something. There are such men,"
he added, "but they are rare. How was the Governor, Trulease?" he asked suddenly. "Tractable?"
"Behaved like a lamb, although he insisted upon going through with his little humbug," I said.
Mr. Watling laughed. "They always do," he observed, "and waste a lot of valuable time. You"ll find some light cigars in the corner, Hugh."
I sat down beside him and we spent the morning going over the details of the Ribblevale suit, Mr. Watling delegating to me certain matters connected with it of a kind with which I had not hitherto been entrusted; and he spoke again, before I left, of his intention of taking me into the firm as soon as the affair could be arranged. Walking homeward, with my mind intent upon things to come, I met my mother at the corner of Lyme Street coming from church. Her face lighted up at sight of me.
"Have you been working to-day, Hugh?" she asked.
I explained that I had spent the morning with Mr. Watling.
"I"ll tell you a secret, mother. I"m going to be taken into the firm."
"Oh, my dear, I"m so glad!" she exclaimed. "I often think, if only your father were alive, how happy he would be, and how proud of you. I wish he could know. Perhaps he does know."
Theodore Watling had once said to me that the man who can best keep his own counsel is the best counsel for other men to keep. I did not go about boasting of the part I had played in originating the now famous Bill No. 709, the pa.s.sage of which had brought about the capitulation of the Ribblevale Steel Company to our clients. But Ralph Hambleton knew of it, of course.
"That was a pretty good thing you pulled off, Hughie," he said. "I didn"t think you had it in you."
It was rank patronage, of course, yet I was secretly pleased. As the years went on I was thrown more and more with him, though in boyhood there had been between us no bond of sympathy. About this time he was beginning to increase very considerably the Hambleton fortune, and a little later I became counsel for the Crescent Gas and Electric Company, in which he had shrewdly gained a controlling interest. Even toward the colossal game of modern finance his att.i.tude was characteristically that of the dilettante, of the amateur; he played it, as it were, contemptuously, even as he had played poker at Harvard, with a cynical audacity that had a peculiarly disturbing effect upon his companions. He bluffed, he raised the limit in spite of protests, and when he lost one always had the feeling that he would ultimately get his money back twice over. At the conferences in the Boyne Club, which he often attended, his manner toward Mr. d.i.c.kinson and Mr. Scherer and even toward Miller Gorse was frequently one of thinly veiled amus.e.m.e.nt at their seriousness.
I often wondered that they did not resent it. But he was a privileged person.
His cousin, Ham Durrett, whose inheritance was even greater than Ralph"s had been, had also become a privileged person whose comings and goings and more reputable doings were often recorded in the newspapers. Ham had attained to what Gene Hollister aptly but inadvertently called "notoriety": as Ralph wittily remarked, Ham gave to polo and women that which might have gone into high finance. He spent much of his time in the East; his conduct there and at home would once have created a black scandal in our community, but we were gradually leaving our Calvinism behind us and growing more tolerant: we were ready to Forgive much to wealth especially if it was inherited. Hostesses lamented the fact that Ham was "wild," but they asked him to dinners and dances to meet their daughters.
If some moralist better educated and more far-seeing than Perry Blackwood (for Perry had become a moralist) had told these hostesses that Hambleton Durrett was a victim of our new civilization, they would have raised their eyebrows. They deplored while they coveted. If Ham had been told he was a victim of any sort, he would have laughed.
He enjoyed life; he was genial and jovial, both lavish and parsimonious,--this latter characteristic being the curious survival of the trait of the ancestors to which he owed his millions. He was growing even heavier, and decidedly red in the face.
Perry used to take Ralph to task for not saving Ham from his iniquities, and Ralph would reply that Ham was going to the devil anyway, and not even the devil himself could stop him.
"You can stop him, and you know it," Perry retorted indignantly.
"What do you want me to do with him?" asked Ralph. "Convert him to the saintly life I lead?"
This was a poser.
"That"s a fact," sand Perry, "you"re no better than he is."
"I don"t know what you mean by "better,"" retorted Ralph, grinning. "I"m wiser, that"s all." (We had been talking about the ethics of business when Perry had switched off to Ham.) "I believe, at least, in restraint of trade. Ham doesn"t believe in restraint of any kind."
When, therefore, the news suddenly began to be circulated in the Boyne Club that Ham was showing a tendency to straighten up, surprise and incredulity were genuine. He was drinking less,--much less; and it was said that he had severed certain ties that need not again be definitely mentioned. The theory of religious regeneration not being tenable, it was naturally supposed that he had fallen in love; the ident.i.ty of the unknown lady becoming a fruitful subject of speculation among the feminine portion of society. The announcement of the marriage of Hambleton Durrett would be news of the first magnitude, to be absorbed eagerly by the many who had not the honour of his acquaintance,--comparable only to that of a devastating flood or a murder mystery or a change in the tariff.
Being absorbed in affairs that seemed more important, the subject did not interest me greatly. But one cold Sunday afternoon, as I made my way, in answer to her invitation, to see Nancy Willett, I found myself wondering idly whether she might not be by way of making a shrewd guess as to the object of Hambleton"s affections. It was well known that he had entertained a hopeless infatuation for her; and some were inclined to attribute his later lapses to her lack of response. He still called on her, and her lectures, which she delivered like a great aunt with a recondite knowledge of the world, he took meekly. But even she had seemed powerless to alter his habits....
Powell Street, that happy hunting-ground of my youth, had changed its character, become contracted and unfamiliar, sooty. The McAlerys and other older families who had not decayed with the neighbourhood were rapidly deserting it, moving out to the new residence district known as "the Heights." I came to the Willett House. That, too, had an air of shabbiness,--of well-tended shabbiness, to be sure; the stone steps had been scrupulously scrubbed, but one of them was cracked clear across, and the silver on the polished name-plate was wearing off; even the act of pulling the k.n.o.b of a door-bell was becoming obsolete, so used had we grown to pushing porcelain b.u.t.tons in bright, new vestibules. As I waited for my summons to be answered it struck me as remarkable that neither Nancy nor her father had been contaminated by the shabbiness that surrounded them.
She had managed rather marvellously to redeem one room from the old-fashioned severity of the rest of the house, the library behind the big "parlour." It was Nancy"s room, eloquent of her daintiness and taste, of her essential modernity and luxuriousness; and that evening, as I was ushered into it, this quality of luxuriousness, of being able to shut out the disagreeable aspects of life that surrounded and threatened her, particularly impressed me. She had not lacked opportunities to escape. I wondered uneasily as I waited why she had not embraced them. I strayed about the room. A coal fire burned in the grate, the red-shaded lamps gave a subdued but cheerful light; some impulse led me to cross over to the windows and draw aside the heavy hangings. Dusk was gathering over that garden, bleak and frozen now, where we had romped together as children. How queer the place seemed!
How shrivelled! Once it had had the wide range of a park. There, still weathering the elements, was the old-fashioned latticed summer-house, but the fruit-trees that I recalled as clouds of pink and white were gone.... A touch of poignancy was in these memories. I dropped the curtain, and turned to confront Nancy, who had entered noiselessly.
"Well, Hugh, were you dreaming?" she said.
"Not exactly," I replied, embarra.s.sed. "I was looking at the garden."
"The soot has ruined it. My life seems to be one continual struggle against the soot,--the blacks, as the English call them. It"s a more expressive term. They are like an army, you know, overwhelming in their relentless invasion. Well, do sit down. It is nice of you to come.
You"ll have some tea, won"t you?"
The maid had brought in the tray. Afternoon tea was still rather a new custom with us, more of a ceremony than a meal; and as Nancy handed me my cup and the thinnest of slices of bread and b.u.t.ter I found the intimacy of the situation a little disquieting. Her manner was indeed intimate, and yet it had the odd and disturbing effect of making her seem more remote. As she chatted I answered her perfunctorily, while all the time I was asking myself why I had ceased to desire her, whether the old longing for her might not return--was not even now returning? I might indeed go far afield to find a wife so suited to me as Nancy. She had beauty, distinction, and position. She was a woman of whom any man might be proud....
"I haven"t congratulated you yet, Hugh," she said suddenly, "now that you are a partner of Mr. Watling"s. I hear on all sides that you are on the high road to a great success."