Dan was surprised to find how bitterly he resented the attack on Ba.s.sett. The "Advertiser" spoke of the leader as though he were a monster of immorality and Dan honestly believed Ba.s.sett to be no such thing. His loyalty was deeply intensified by the hot volleys poured into the Boordman Building; but he was not disturbed by the references to himself. He winced a little bit at being called a "stool pigeon"; but he thought he knew the reporter who had written the article, and his experience in the newspaper office had not been so brief but that it had killed his layman"s awe of the printed word. When he walked into the Whitcomb that evening the clerk made a point of calling his name and shaking hands with him. He was conscious that a number of idlers in the hotel lobby regarded him with a new interest. Some one spoke his name audibly, and he enjoyed in some degree the sensation of being a person of mark.
He crossed University Square and walked out Meridian Street to Fitch"s house. The lawyer came downstairs in his shirt sleeves with a legal envelope in his hand.
"Glad to see you, Harwood. I"m packing up; going to light out in the morning and get in on the end of my family"s vacation. They"ve moved out of Maine into the Berkshires and the boys are going back to college without coming home. I see the "Advertiser" has been after you. How do you like your job?"
"I"m not scared," Dan replied. "It"s all very amusing and my moral character hasn"t suffered so far."
Fitch eyed him critically.
"Well, I haven"t time to talk to you, but here"s something I wish you"d do for me. I have a quit-claim deed for Mrs. Owen to sign. I forgot to tell one of the boys in the office to get her acknowledgment, but you"re a notary, aren"t you? I"ve just been telephoning her about it. You know who she is? Come to think of it, she"s Ba.s.sett"s aunt-in-law. You"re not a good Hoosier till you know Aunt Sally. I advise you to make yourself solid with her. I don"t know what she"s doing in town just now, but her ways are always inscrutable."
Dan was soon ringing the bell at Mrs. Owen"s. Mrs. Owen was out, the maid said, but would be back shortly. Dan explained that he had come from Mr. Fitch, and she asked him to walk into the parlor and wait.
Sylvia Garrison and her grandfather had been at Montgomery since their visit to Waupegan and were now in Indianapolis for a day on their way to Boston. The Delaware Street house had been closed all summer. The floors were bare and the furniture was still jacketed in linen. Sylvia rose as Harwood appeared at the parlor door.
"Pardon me," said Dan, as the maid vanished. "I have an errand with Mrs.
Owen and I"ll wait, if you don"t mind?"
"Certainly. Mrs. Owen has gone out to make a call, but she will be back soon. She went only a little way down the street. Please have a chair."
She hesitated a moment, not knowing whether to remain or to leave the young man to himself. Dan determined the matter for her by opening a conversation on the state of the weather.
"September is the most trying month of the year. Just when we"re all tired of summer, it takes its last fling at us."
"It has been very warm. I came over from Montgomery this afternoon and it was very dusty and disagreeable on the train."
"From Montgomery?" repeated Dan, surprised and perplexed. Then, as it dawned upon him that this was the girl who had opened the door for him at Professor Kelton"s house in Montgomery when he had gone there with a letter from Fitch, "You see," he said, "we"ve met before, in your own house. You very kindly went off to find some one for me--and didn"t come back; but I pa.s.sed you on the campus as I was leaving."
He had for the moment forgotten the name of the old gentleman to whom he had borne a letter from Mr. Fitch. He would have forgotten the incident completely long ago if it had not been for the curious manner in which the lawyer had received his report and the secrecy so carefully enjoined. It was odd that he should have chanced upon these people again. Dan did not know many women, young or old, and he found this encounter with Sylvia wholly agreeable, Sylvia being, as we know, seventeen, and not an offense to the eye.
"It was my grandfather, Professor Kelton, you came to see. He"s here with me now, but he"s gone out to call on an old friend with Mrs. Owen."
Every detail of Dan"s visit to the cottage was clear in Sylvia"s mind; callers had been too rare for there to be any dimness of memory as to the visit of the stranger, particularly when she had a.s.sociated her grandfather"s subsequent depression with his coming.
Dan felt that he should scrupulously avoid touching upon the visit to Montgomery otherwise than casually. He was still bound in all honor to forget that excursion as far as possible. This young person seemed very serious, and he was not sure that she was comfortable in his presence.
"It was a warm day, I remember, but cool and pleasant in your library.
I"m going to make a confession. When you went off so kindly to find Professor Kelton I picked up the book you had been reading, and it quite laid me low. I had imagined it would be something cheerful and frivolous, to lift the spirit of the jaded traveler."
"It must have been a good story," replied Sylvia, guardedly.
"It was! It was the "aeneid," and I began at your bookmark and tried to stagger through a page, but it floored me. You see how frank I am; I ought really to have kept this terrible disclosure from you."
"Didn"t you like Madison? I remember that I thought you were comparing us unfavorably with other places. You implied"--and Sylvia smiled--"that you didn"t think Madison a very important college."
"Then be sure of my contrition now! Your Virgil sank deep into my consciousness, and I am glad of this chance to render unto Madison the things that are Madison"s."
His chaffing way reminded her of Dr. Wandless, who often struck a similar note in their encounters.
Sylvia was quite at ease now. Her caller"s smile encouraged friendliness. He had dropped his fedora hat on a chair, but clung to his bamboo stick. His gray sack suit with the trousers neatly creased and his smartly knotted tie proclaimed him a man of fashion: the newest and youngest member of the Madison faculty, who had introduced spats to the campus, was not more impressively tailored.
"You said you had gone to a large college; and I said--"
"Oh, you hit me back straight enough!" laughed Harwood.
"I didn"t mean to be rude," Sylvia protested, coloring.
They evidently both remembered what had been said at that interview.
"It wasn"t rude; it was quite the retort courteous! My conceit at being a Yale man was shattered by your shot."
"Well, I suppose Yale is a good place, too," said Sylvia, with a generous intention that caused them both to laugh.
"By token of your Virgilian diversions shall I a.s.sume that you are a collegian, really or almost?"
"Just almost. I"m on my way to Wellesley now."
"Ah!" and his exclamation was heavy with meaning. A girl bound for college became immediately an integer with which a young man who had not yet mislaid his diploma could reckon. "I have usually been a supporter of Va.s.sar. It"s the only woman"s college I ever attended. I went up there once to see a girl I had met at a Prom--such is the weakness of man! I had arrayed myself as the lilies of the field, and on my way through Pokip I gathered up a beautiful two-seated trap with a driver, thinking in my ignorance that I should make a big hit by driving the fair one over the hills and far away. The horses were wonderful; I found out later that they were the finest hea.r.s.e horses in Poughkeepsie. She was an awfully funny girl, that girl. She always used both "shall" and "will," being afraid to take chances with either verb, an idea I"m often tempted to adopt myself."
"It"s ingenious, at any rate. But how did the drive go?"
"Oh, it didn"t! She said she couldn"t go with me alone unless I _was_ or _were_ her cousin. It was against the rules. So we agreed to be cousins and she went off to find the dean or some awful autocrat like that, to spring the delightful surprise, that her long-lost cousin from Kalamazoo had suddenly appeared, and might she go driving with him. That was her idea, I a.s.sure you,--my own depravity could suggest nothing more euphonious than Canajoharie. And would you believe it, the consent being forthcoming, she came back and said she wouldn"t go--absolutely declined! She rested on the fine point in ethics that, while it was not improper to tell the fib, it would be highly sinful to take advantage of it! So we strolled over the campus and she showed me the sights, while those funeral beasts champed their bits at so much per hour. She was a Connecticut girl, and I made a note of the incident as ill.u.s.trating a curious phase of the New England conscience."
While they were gayly ringing the changes on these adventures, steps sounded on the veranda.
"That"s Mrs. Owen and my grandfather," said Sylvia.
"I wonder--" began Dan, grave at once.
"You"re wondering," said Sylvia, "whether my grandfather will remember you."
She recalled very well her grandfather"s unusual seriousness after Harwood"s visit; it seemed wiser not to bring the matter again to his attention.
"I think it would be better if he didn"t," replied Dan, relieved that she had antic.i.p.ated his thought.
"I was only a messenger boy anyhow and I didn"t know what my errand was about that day."
"He doesn"t remember faces well," said Sylvia, "and wouldn"t be likely to know you."
As Mrs. Owen asked Dan to her office at once, it was unnecessary for Sylvia to introduce him to her grandfather.
Alone with Mrs. Owen, Dan"s business was quickly transacted. She produced an abstract of t.i.tle and bade him read aloud the description of the property conveyed while she held the deed. At one point she took a pen and crossed a _t_; otherwise the work of Wright and Fitch was approved. When she had signed her name, and while Dan was filling in the certificate, she scrutinized him closely.
"You"re in Mr. Fitch"s office, are you?" she inquired.
"Not now; but I was there for a time. I happened to call on Mr. Fitch this evening and he asked me to bring the deed over."
"Let me see, I don"t believe I know any Harwoods here."