"And you didn"t think THEY might be just as valuable and good as some of the furniture, if they could have been pulled around and put into shape, or set in a corner, eh?"
The young girl smiled; she thought her fellow-guest rather amusing, none the less so, perhaps, for catching up her own ideas, but nevertheless she slightly shrugged her shoulders with that hopeless skepticism which women reserve for their own s.e.x. "Some of them looked as if they had been pulled around, as you say, and hadn"t been improved by it."
"There"s no one there now," said Rushbrook, with practical directness; "come and take a look at it." She complied without hesitation, walking by his side, tall, easy, and self-possessed, apparently accepting without self-consciousness his half paternal, half comrade-like informality. The boudoir was a large room, repeating on a bigger scale the incongruousness and ill fitting splendor of the others. When she had of her own accord recognized and pointed out the more admirable articles, he said, gravely looking at his watch, "We"ve just about seven minutes yet; if you"d like to pull and haul these things around, I"ll help you."
The young girl smiled. "I"m quite content with what I"ve done in my own room, where I have no one"s taste to consult but my own. I hardly know how Mr. Rushbrook, or his lady friends, might like my operating here."
Then recognizing with feminine tact the snub that might seem implied in her refusal, she said quickly, "Tell me something about our host--but first look! isn"t that pretty?"
She had stopped before the window that looked upon the dim blue abyss of the canyon, and was leaning out to gaze upon it. Rushbrook joined her.
"There isn"t much to be changed down THERE, is there?" he said, half interrogatively.
"No, not unless Mr. Rushbrook took it into his head to roof it in, and somebody was ready with a contract to do it. But what do you know of him? Remember, I"m quite a stranger here."
"You came with Charley Leyton?"
"With MRS. Leyton"s party," said the young girl, with a half-smiling emphasis. "But it seems that we don"t know whether Mr. Rushbrook wants us here or not till he comes. And the drollest thing about it is that they"re all so perfectly frank in saying so."
"Charley and he are old friends, and you"ll do well to trust to their judgment."
This was hardly the kind of response that the handsome and clever society girl before him had been in the habit of receiving, but it amused her. Her fellow-guest was decidedly original. But he hadn"t told her about Rushbrook, and it struck her that his opinion would be independent, at least. She reminded him of it.
"Look here," said Rushbrook, "you"ll meet a man here to-night--or he"ll be sure to meet YOU--who"ll tell you all about Rushbrook. He"s a smart chap, knows everybody and talks well. His name is Jack Somers; he is a great ladies" man. He can talk to you about these sort of things, too,"--indicating the furniture with a half tolerant, half contemptuous gesture, that struck her as inconsistent with what seemed to be his previous interest,--"just as well as he can talk of people. Been in Europe, too."
The young girl"s eye brightened with a quick vivacity at the name, but a moment after became reflective and slightly embarra.s.sed. "I know him--I met him at Mr. Leyton"s. He has already talked of Mr. Rushbrook, but,"
she added, avoiding any conclusion, with a pretty pout, "I"d like to have the opinion of others. Yours, now, I fancy would be quite independent."
"You stick to what Jack Somers has said, good or bad, and you won"t be far wrong," he said a.s.suringly. He stopped; his quick ear had heard approaching voices; he returned to her and held out his hand. As it seemed to her that in California everybody shook hands with everybody else on the slightest occasions, sometimes to save further conversation, she gave him her own. He shook it, less forcibly than she had feared, and abruptly left her. For a moment she was piqued at this superior and somewhat brusque way of ignoring her request, but reflecting that it might be the awkwardness of an untrained man, she dismissed it from her mind. The voices of her friends in the already resounding pa.s.sages also recalled her to the fact that she had been wandering about the house with a stranger, and she rejoined them a little self-consciously.
"Well, my dear," said Mrs. Leyton, gayly, "it seems we are to stay.
Leyton says Rushbrook won"t hear of our going."
"Does that mean that your husband takes the whole opera troupe over to your house in exchange?"
"Don"t be satirical, but congratulate yourself on your opportunity of seeing an awfully funny gathering. I wouldn"t have you miss it for the world. It"s the most characteristic thing out."
"Characteristic of what?"
"Of Rushbrook, of course. n.o.body else would conceive of getting together such a lot of queer people."
"But don"t it strike you that we"re a part of the lot?"
"Perhaps," returned the lively Mrs. Leyton. "No doubt that"s the reason why Jack Somers is coming over, and is so anxious that YOU should stay.
I can"t imagine why else he should rave about Miss Grace Nevil as he does. Come, Grace, no New York or Philadelphia airs, here! Consider your uncle"s interests with this capitalist, to say nothing of ours. Because you"re a millionaire and have been accustomed to riches from your birth, don"t turn up your nose at our unpampered appet.i.tes. Besides, Jack Somers is Rushbrook"s particular friend, and he may think your criticisms unkind."
"But IS Mr. Somers such a great friend of Mr. Rushbrook"s?" asked Grace Nevil.
"Why, of course. Rushbrook consults him about all these things; gives him carte blanche to invite whom he likes and order what he likes, and trusts his taste and judgment implicitly."
"Then this gathering is Mr. Somers"s selection?"
"How preposterous you are, Grace. Of course not. Only Somers"s IDEA of what is pleasing to Rushbrook, gotten up with a taste and discretion all his own. You know Somers is a gentleman, educated at West Point--traveled all over Europe--you might have met him there; and Rushbrook--well, you have only to see him to know what HE is. Don"t you understand?"
A slight seriousness; the same shadow that once before darkened the girl"s charming face gave way to a mischievous knitting of her brows as she said naively, "No."
CHAPTER III
Grace Nevil had quite recovered her equanimity when the indispensable Mr. Somers, handsome, well-bred, and self-restrained, approached her later in the crowded drawing-room. Blended with his subdued personal admiration was a certain ostentation of respect--as of a tribute to a distinguished guest--that struck her. "I am to have the pleasure of taking you in, Miss Nevil," he said. "It"s my one compensation for the dreadful responsibility just thrust upon me. Our host has been suddenly called away, and I am left to take his place."
Miss Nevil was slightly startled. Nevertheless, she smiled graciously.
"From what I hear this is no new function of yours; that is, if there really IS a Mr. Rushbrook. I am inclined to think him a myth."
"You make me wish he were," retorted Somers, gallantly; "but as I couldn"t reign at all, except in his stead, I shall look to you to lend your rightful grace to my borrowed dignity."
The more general announcement to the company was received with a few perfidious regrets from the more polite, but with only amused surprise by the majority. Indeed, many considered it "characteristic"--"so like Bob Rushbrook," and a few enthusiastic friends looked upon it as a crowning and intentional stroke of humor. It remained, however, for the gentleman from Siskyou to give the incident a subtlety that struck Miss Nevil"s fancy. "It reminds me," he said in her hearing, "of ole Kernel Frisbee, of Robertson County, one of the purlitest men I ever struck.
When he knew a feller was very dry, he"d jest set the decanter afore him, and managed to be called outer the room on bus"ness. Now, Bob Rushbrook"s about as white a man as that. He"s jest the feller, who, knowing you and me might feel kinder restrained about indulging our appet.i.tes afore him, kinder drops out easy, and leaves us alone."
And she was impressed by an instinct that the speaker really felt the delicacy he spoke of, and that it left no sense of inferiority behind.
The dinner, served in a large, brilliantly-lit saloon, that in floral decoration and gilded columns suggested an ingenious blending of a steamboat table d"hote and "harvest home," was perfect in its cuisine, even if somewhat extravagant in its proportions.
"I should be glad to receive the salary that Rushbrook pays his chef, and still happier to know how to earn it as fairly," said Somers to his fair companion.
"But is his skill entirely appreciated here?" she asked.
"Perfectly," responded Somers. "Our friend from Siskyou over there appreciates that "pate" which he cannot name as well as I do. Rushbrook himself is the only exception, yet I fancy that even HIS simplicity and regularity in feeding is as much a matter of business with him as any defect in his earlier education. In his eyes, his chef"s greatest qualification is his promptness and fertility. Have you noticed that ornament before you?" pointing to an elaborate confection. "It bears your initials, you see. It was conceived and executed since you arrived--rather, I should say, since it was known that you would honor us with your company. The greatest difficulty encountered was to find out what your initials were."
"And I suppose," mischievously added the young girl to her acknowledgments, "that the same fertile mind which conceived the design eventually provided the initials?"
"That is our secret," responded Somers, with affected gravity.
The wines were of characteristic expensiveness, and provoked the same general comment. Rushbrook seldom drank wine; Somers had selected it. But the barbaric opulence of the entertainment culminated in the Californian fruits, piled in pyramids on silver dishes, gorgeous and unreal in their size and painted beauty, and the two Divas smiled over a basket of grapes and peaches as outrageous in dimensions and glaring color as any pasteboard banquet at which they had professionally a.s.sisted. As the courses succeeded each other, under the exaltation of wine, conversation became more general as regarded partic.i.p.ation, but more local and private as regarded the subject, until Miss Nevil could no longer follow it. The interests of that one, the hopes of another, the claims of a third, in affairs that were otherwise uninteresting, were all discussed with singular youthfulness of trust that to her alone seemed remarkable. Not that she lacked entertainment from the conversation of her clever companion, whose confidences and criticisms were very pleasant to her; but she had a gentlewoman"s instinct that he talked to her too much, and more than was consistent with his duties as the general host. She looked around the table for her singular acquaintance of an hour before, but she had not seen him since. She would have spoken about him to Somers, but she had an instinctive idea that the latter would be antipathetic, in spite of the stranger"s flattering commendation. So she found herself again following Somers"s cynical but good-humored description of the various guests, and, I fear, seeing with his eyes, listening with his ears, and occasionally partic.i.p.ating in his superior att.i.tude. The "fearful joy" she had found in the novelty of the situation and the originality of the actors seemed now quite right from this critical point of view. So she learned how the guest with the long hair was an unknown painter, to whom Rushbrook had given a commission for three hundred yards of painted canvas, to be cut up and framed as occasion and s.p.a.ce required, in Rushbrook"s new hotel in San Francisco; how the gray-bearded foreigner near him was an accomplished bibliophile who was furnishing Mr. Rushbrook"s library from spoils of foreign collections, and had suffered unheard-of agonies from the millionaire"s insisting upon a handsome uniform binding that should deprive certain precious but musty tomes of their crumbling, worm-eaten coverings; how the very gentle, clerical-looking stranger, mildest of a noisy, disputing crowd at the other table, was a notorious duelist and dead shot; how the only gentleman at the table who retained a flannel shirt and high boots was not a late-coming mountaineer, but a well-known English baronet on his travels; how the man who told a somewhat florid and emphatic anecdote was a popular Eastern clergyman; how the one querulous, discontented face in a laughing group was the famous humorist who had just convulsed it; and how a pale, handsome young fellow, who ate and drank sparingly and disregarded the coquettish advances of the prettiest Diva with the cold abstraction of a student, was a notorious roue and gambler. But there was a sudden and unlooked-for change of criticism and critic.
The festivity had reached that stage when the guests were more or less accessible to emotion, and more or less touched by the astounding fact that every one was enjoying himself. This phenomenon, which is apt to burst into song or dance among other races, is constrained to voice itself in an Anglo-Saxon gathering by some explanation, apology, or moral--known as an after-dinner speech. Thus it was that the gentleman from Siskyou, who had been from time to time casting glances at Somers and his fair companion at the head of the table, now rose to his feet, albeit unsteadily, pushed back his chair, and began:--
""Pears to me, ladies and gentlemen, and feller pardners, that on an occasion like this, suthin" oughter be said of the man who got it up--whose money paid for it, and who ain"t here to speak for himself, except by deputy. Yet you all know that"s Bob Rushbrook"s style--he ain"t here, because he"s full of some other plan or improvements--and it"s like him to start suthin" of this kind, give it its aim and purpose, and then stand aside to let somebody else run it for him. There ain"t no man livin" ez hez, so to speak, more fast horses ready saddled for riding, and more fast men ready spurred to ride "em,--whether to win his races or run his errands. There ain"t no man livin" ez knows better how to make other men"s games his, or his game seem to be other men"s.
And from Jack Somers smilin" over there, ez knows where to get the best wine that Bob pays for, and knows how to run this yer show for Bob, at Bob"s expense--we"re all contented. Ladies and gentlemen, we"re all contented. We stand, so to speak, on the cards he"s dealt us. What may be his little game, it ain"t for us to say; but whatever it is, WE"RE IN IT. Gentlemen and ladies, we"ll drink Bob"s health!"
There was a somewhat sensational pause, followed by good-natured laughter and applause, in which Somers joined; yet not without a certain constraint that did not escape the quick sympathy of the shocked and unsmiling Miss Nevil. It was with a feeling of relief that she caught the chaperoning eye of Mrs. Leyton, who was entreating her in the usual mysterious signal to the other ladies to rise and follow her. When she reached the drawing-room, a little behind the others, she was somewhat surprised to observe that the stranger whom she had missed during the evening was approaching her with Mrs. Leyton.
"Mr. Rushbrook returned sooner than he expected, but unfortunately, as he always retires early, he has only time to say "goodnight" to you before he goes."
For an instant Grace Nevil was more angry than disconcerted. Then came the conviction that she was stupid not to have suspected the truth before. Who else would that brusque stranger develop into but this rude host? She bowed formally.
Mr. Rushbrook looked at her with the faintest smile on his handsome mouth. "Well, Miss Nevil, I hope Jack Somers satisfied your curiosity?"
With a sudden recollection of the Siskyou gentleman"s speech, and a swift suspicion that in some way she had been made use of with the others by this forceful-looking man before her, she answered pertly:--