"No. I came in here to gird up my loins with a little dinner before I tackled him. But something seems to be the matter with Maroni"s cook. I don"t want anything to eat."
"The cooking"s about as bad as usual," said Beaton. After a moment he added, ironically, for he found Fulkerson"s misery a kind of relief from his own, and was willing to protract it as long as it was amusing, "Why not try an envoy extraordinary and minister plenipotentiary?"
"What do you mean?"
"Get that other old fool to go to Dryfoos for you!"
"Which other old fool? The old fools seem to be as thick as flies."
"That Southern one."
"Colonel Woodburn?"
"Mmmmm."
"He did seem to rather take to the colonel!" Fulkerson mused aloud.
"Of course he did. Woodburn, with his idiotic talk about patriarchal slavery, is the man on horseback to Dryfoos"s muddy imagination. He"d listen to him abjectly, and he"d do whatever Woodburn told him to do."
Beaton smiled cynically.
Fulkerson got up and reached for his coat and hat. "You"ve struck it, old man." The waiter came up to help him on with his coat; Fulkerson slipped a dollar in his hand. "Never mind the coat; you can give the rest of my dinner to the poor, Paolo. Beaton, shake! You"ve saved my life, little boy, though I don"t think you meant it." He took Beaton"s hand and solemnly pressed it, and then almost ran out of the door.
They had just reached coffee at Mrs. Leighton"s when he arrived and sat down with them and began to put some of the life of his new hope into them. His appet.i.te revived, and, after protesting that he would not take anything but coffee, he went back and ate some of the earlier courses.
But with the pressure of his purpose driving him forward, he did not conceal from Miss Woodburn, at least, that he was eager to get her apart from the rest for some reason. When he accomplished this, it seemed as if he had contrived it all himself, but perhaps he had not wholly contrived it.
"I"m so glad to get a chance to speak to you alone," he said at once; and while she waited for the next word he made a pause, and then said, desperately, "I want you to help me; and if you can"t help me, there"s no help for me."
"Mah goodness," she said, "is the case so bad as that? What in the woald is the trouble?"
"Yes, it"s a bad case," said Fulkerson. "I want your father to help me."
"Oh, I thoat you said me!"
"Yes; I want you to help me with your father. I suppose I ought to go to him at once, but I"m a little afraid of him."
"And you awe not afraid of me? I don"t think that"s very flattering, Mr.
Fulkerson. You ought to think Ah"m twahce as awful as papa."
"Oh, I do! You see, I"m quite paralyzed before you, and so I don"t feel anything."
"Well, it"s a pretty lahvely kyand of paralysis. But--go on."
"I will--I will. If I can only begin."
"Pohaps Ah maght begin fo" you."
"No, you can"t. Lord knows, I"d like to let you. Well, it"s like this."
Fulkerson made a clutch at his hair, and then, after another hesitation, he abruptly laid the whole affair before her. He did not think it necessary to state the exact nature of the offence Lindau had given Dryfoos, for he doubted if she could grasp it, and he was profuse of his excuses for troubling her with the matter, and of wonder at himself for having done so. In the rapture of his concern at having perhaps made a fool of himself, he forgot why he had told her; but she seemed to like having been confided in, and she said, "Well, Ah don"t see what you can do with you" ahdeals of friendship except stand bah Mr. Mawch."
"My ideals of friendship? What do you mean?"
"Oh, don"t you suppose we know? Mr. Beaton said you we" a pofect Bahyard in friendship, and you would sacrifice anything to it."
"Is that so?" said Fulkerson, thinking how easily he could sacrifice Lindau in this case. He had never supposed before that he was chivalrous in such matters, but he now began to see it in that light, and he wondered that he could ever have entertained for a moment the idea of throwing March over.
"But Ah most say," Miss Woodburn went on, "Ah don"t envy you you" next interview with Mr. Dryfoos. Ah suppose you"ll have to see him at once aboat it."
The conjecture recalled Fulkerson to the object of his confidences. "Ah, there"s where your help comes in. I"ve exhausted all the influence I have with Dryfoos--"
"Good gracious, you don"t expect Ah could have any!"
They both laughed at the comic dismay with which she conveyed the preposterous notion; and Fulkerson said, "If I judged from myself, I should expect you to bring him round instantly."
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Fulkerson," she said, with mock meekness.
"Not at all. But it isn"t Dryfoos I want you to help me with; it"s your father. I want your father to interview Dryfoos for me, and I-I"m afraid to ask him."
"Poo" Mr. Fulkerson!" she said, and she insinuated something through her burlesque compa.s.sion that lifted him to the skies. He swore in his heart that the woman never lived who was so witty, so wise, so beautiful, and so good. "Come raght with me this minute, if the cyoast"s clea"." She went to the door of the diningroom and looked in across its gloom to the little gallery where her father sat beside a lamp reading his evening paper; Mrs. Leighton could be heard in colloquy with the cook below, and Alma had gone to her room. She beckoned Fulkerson with the hand outstretched behind her, and said, "Go and ask him."
"Alone!" he palpitated.
"Oh, what a cyowahd!" she cried, and went with him. "Ah suppose you"ll want me to tell him aboat it."
"Well, I wish you"d begin, Miss Woodburn," he said. "The fact is, you know, I"ve been over it so much I"m kind of sick of the thing."
Miss Woodburn advanced and put her hand on her father"s shoulder. "Look heah, papa! Mr. Fulkerson wants to ask you something, and he wants me to do it fo" him."
The colonel looked up through his gla.s.ses with the sort of ferocity elderly men sometimes have to put on in order to keep their gla.s.ses from falling off. His daughter continued: "He"s got into an awful difficulty with his edito" and his proprieto", and he wants you to pacify them."
"I do not know whethah I understand the case exactly," said the colonel, "but Mr. Fulkerson may command me to the extent of my ability."
"You don"t understand it aftah what Ah"ve said?" cried the girl. "Then Ah don"t see but what you"ll have to explain it you"self, Mr. Fulkerson."
"Well, Miss Woodburn has been so luminous about it, colonel," said Fulkerson, glad of the joking shape she had given the affair, "that I can only throw in a little side-light here and there."
The colonel listened as Fulkerson went on, with a grave diplomatic satisfaction. He felt gratified, honored, even, he said, by Mr.
Fulkerson"s appeal to him; and probably it gave him something of the high joy that an affair of honor would have brought him in the days when he had arranged for meetings between gentlemen. Next to bearing a challenge, this work of composing a difficulty must have been grateful. But he gave no outward sign of his satisfaction in making a resume of the case so as to get the points clearly in his mind.
"I was afraid, sir," he said, with the state due to the serious nature of the facts, "that Mr. Lindau had given Mr. Dryfoos offence by some of his questions at the dinner-table last night."
"Perfect red rag to a bull," Fulkerson put in; and then he wanted to withdraw his words at the colonel"s look of displeasure.
"I have no reflections to make upon Mr. Landau," Colonel Woodburn continued, and Fulkerson felt grateful to him for going on; "I do not agree with Mr. Lindau; I totally disagree with him on sociological points; but the course of the conversation had invited him to the expression of his convictions, and he had a right to express them, so far as they had no personal bearing."
"Of course," said Fulkerson, while Miss Woodburn perched on the arm of her father"s chair.
"At the same time, sir, I think that if Mr. Dryfoos felt a personal censure in Mr. Lindau"s questions concerning his suppression of the strike among his workmen, he had a right to resent it."