For some time past he had been as discreetly attentive as circ.u.mstances permitted to a young girl, the only child of a potent financier, and on that particular evening he had sat out the cotillon with her at an a.s.sembly. She was very pretty and, unusual as it may seem in a _debutante_, rather coy. But when, a half-hour before, he had wished her sweet dreams in that seductive manner for which he was famous, she had allowed the tips of her fingers to rest in his own just one fleeting second longer than was necessary, and, what is more to the point, had looked into his eyes something which now, under the influence of the brandy-and-soda, seemed almost a promise. "Dear little soul!" he muttered; "if she marries me I will refuse her nothing. It will be the devil"s own job, though, to get her any sort of an engagement ring.
Tiffany, perhaps, might give me one on credit, but it will have to be something very handsome, something new; not that tiresome solitaire.
Those stones I saw the other day--H"m! I wonder what that fellow is staring at me for?"
He lounged forward to where the men were seated, and, being asked to draw a chair, graciously accepted the invitation and another brandy-and-soda as well.
"It was this way," the stranger exclaimed, excitedly, when he and Jones had been introduced. "I was telling these gentlemen when you came in that you looked like the Grand Duke Sergius--"
"Thank you," the novelist answered, affably. "The same to you."
"I never saw him though," the stranger continued.
"No more have I."
"Only his picture."
"Your remark, then, was doubly flattering."
"But the picture to which I allude was that of a chimerical grand duke."
"Really, sir, really you are overwhelming."
"But wait a minute, do wait a minute. Mr. Jones, I don"t know whether you caught my name: it is Fairbanks--David Fairbanks."
"Delighted! I remember it perfectly. My old friend, Nicholas Manhattan, bought a ruby of you once, and a beauty it was. I heard at the time that you made a specialty of them."
"So did the grand duke. He came here, you know, on that man-of-war."
"Yes, I know. Mrs. Wainwaring gave him a reception. It was just my luck: I was down with the measles at the time."
"Oh, you were, were you? You were down with the measles, eh? Well, I wish I had been. Gentlemen, listen to this; you must listen. I was in my office in Maiden Lane one day, when a young man came in. He wore the most magnificent fur coat I have ever seen in my life. No, that coat was something that only Russia could have produced. He handed me a card on which was engraved
P^{CE} MICHEL ZAROGUINE,
_Aide-de-camp de S. A. I. le grand-duc Serge de Russie._
"And then, of all things in the world, he offered me a pinch of snuff, and when I refused he helped himself out of a beautiful box and flicked the grains which had fallen on his lapel with a nimbleness of finger such as it was a pleasure to behold. I ought to tell you that he spoke English with great precision, though his accent was not pleasant--sort of grizzled, as it were. Well, gentlemen, he said that _his_ prince, as he called him, the grand duke, wanted some rubies; they were intended for a present; and, though my visitor did not imply anything either by word or gesture, I suspected at once that they were for a lady. The grand duke at that time had been here a fortnight, and it was said--However, there is no use in going into that. So I showed him a few; but, if you will believe me, he wanted enough to make a tiara. I told him that a tiara of stones of that quality would come anywhere from sixty to eighty thousand dollars. If I had said a peck of groats he could not have appeared more indifferent. "It is a great deal of money,"
I said. He smiled a little at that, as though he were thinking, "Poor devil of an American, it may seem a great deal of money to you, but to a grand duke--!" Then I brought out all I had. He looked them over with the pincers very carefully, and asked how much I valued them at. I told him a hundred and ten thousand dollars. He didn"t turn a hair."
"Was he bald?" Jones asked.
"No, sir, he was not; and your jest is ill-timed. Gentlemen, I appeal to you. I insist on Mr. Jones"s attention--"
"Why, the man is crazy," Jones mused. "What does he mean by saying that my jest is ill-timed? But why does he insist on my attention? He"s drunk--that"s what he is; he"s drunk and quarrelsome. Well, let him be.
What do I care?" And Alphabet Jones looked complacently at his white waistcoat and then over at his excitable _vis-a-vis_. Mr. Fairbanks was a little man of the Cruikshank pattern, very red and rotund, and as he talked he gesticulated.
"So I said to him, "There"s been a corner in rubies, but it broke, and that is the reason why I can give them at that price." He didn"t know what a corner was, and when I explained he took a note-book out of his pocket and wrote something in it. "I am making a collection of Americanisms for the Czarina," he said. "By the way," he added, "what is a Sam Ward!" I told him. He laughed, and put it down--"
"His throat?"
Mr. Fairbanks glanced at Jones with unconcealed irritation: "Dr.
Hammond, sir, says that punning is a form of paresis."
"Be careful about that epsilon; it"s short."
"Well, Mr. Jones, you ought to know how to p.r.o.nounce the word better than I, for you have the disease and I haven"t. Gentlemen, I insist--"
But Jones had begun to muse again. "That fat little brute is a type," he told himself. "I must work him in somewhere. I wonder, though, if I had not better leave him and go up to the baccarat. It might be more remunerative. It would be amusing," and Alphabet smiled at the fantasy of his own thought, "it would be amusing indeed if he tried to prevent me." He put his hand over his eyes and let Mr. Fairbanks ramble on.
"You see," he heard him say, in connection with something that had gone before, "a man in my business has to be careful. Now, there are rubies and rubies. I only handle the Oriental stones, which are a variety of the hyaline corindus. They are found in Ceylon, in Thibet, and in Burmah among the crumblings of primordial rock. But I have seen beauties that were picked from waste lands in China from which the granite had presumably disappeared. They are the most brilliant and largest of all.
There is another kind, which looks like a burned topaz: it is found in Brazil and Ma.s.sachusetts. Then there is the Bohemian ruby, which is nothing but quartz reddened by the action of manganese; and there are also imitations so well made that only an expert can tell them from the real. I keep a few of the latter on hand so as to be able to gauge a customer. Well, gentlemen, the Russian picked up two of them, which I placed before him, and put them to one side. He knew the false article at a glance. Your friend, Jones, that simpleton Nicholas Manhattan, would have taken one of the imitation if I had not prevented him, but this fellow was so clever about it that he won my immediate respect."
"Jones, indeed!" Alphabet muttered. "Why, the brute is as familiar as a haberdasher"s advertis.e.m.e.nt!" He looked at him again: his face was like a brandied peach that had fallen into the fire, and his head was set on his shoulders like an obus on a cannon. "Bah!" he continued, "what is the use in being irritated at a beggar who is as ugly as a high hat at the seash.o.r.e?"--"When you do me the honor to address me, sir," he said, aloud, "I shall be obliged if you will call me _Mr._ Jones."
"Tut, tut!" the little man answered, and then, without further attention to Alphabet, he continued his tiresome tale:
"When the Russian had examined the rubies very carefully a second time, he said, half to me and half to himself, "I think they will do." Then, looking up at me, he added, "Mr. Fairbanks, you do not make a hundred-thousand-dollar sale every day, do you?" "No, your Excellency,"
I answered,--you see, I made a dash at Excellency; Prince seemed sort of abrupt, don"t you think?"--"No, your Excellency, it does not happen over once a week." He smiled at that, and well he might, for the biggest sale I had previously made amounted to but nine thousand dollars. "Mr.
Fairbanks," he continued, "the grand duke is rich, as you well know. I am not. You will understand me the better when I tell you that at present, unless cholera has visited Russia since I left (and I hope it has), there are exactly twenty-nine people in Petersburg who bear the same name and t.i.tle as myself. Now, if the grand duke purchases these rubies, what will my commission be?" "That is squarely put, your Excellency," I answered--"squarely put. Will his Imperial Highness pay cash for the rubies?""
"You might have asked him if his Imperial Highness would pay _rubis sur l"ongle_. But I remember you don"t approve of wit."
This interjection came, of course, from Jones. Mr. Fairbanks, however, let it pa.s.s unnoticed. It may be that he did not understand.
""Necessarily," he replied. "A recent ukase of the Czar"s inhibits any member of the Imperial family from purchasing so much as a bra.s.s samovar on credit." I bowed. "A very proper and wise ukase that is, your Excellency. Under such circ.u.mstances I think I see my way to giving you one per cent." He laughed at that, as though I had made a remark of great brilliance."
"I like that," Jones exclaimed, in spite of himself. "Why, you wouldn"t be brilliant in a calcium light."
But this remark, like the former, pa.s.sed unheeded. For the first time since his memory ran not to the contrary it seemed to Jones that he was being ignored; and to ignore Jones! _Allons donc!_
""Look at me," said the Russian," Mr. Fairbanks continued. ""The grand duke will not buy these rubies except on my recommendation, and I value that recommendation at not a kopeck less than ten thousand dollars. It is to take or to leave. Choose, sir, choose." And with that he picked up his hat. "I cannot, your Excellency, I cannot." He turned away and made for the door. "Excellency," I cried, "I will give you five." He wheeled about. "If," he said, "you offer one per cent when you can give five and three-fifths, you are just as well able to give nine and two-thirds."
"He was a lightning calculator, wasn"t he?"
""On my conscience," I answered, "I cannot give more than seven." "Ah!"
he replied, "I do not know how to haggle." He reflected a moment. "It is well," he said; "I accept." Gentlemen, when he said that, I felt that I had done a good day"s work. Apart from the commission I had a clean profit of eighteen thousand dollars; and eighteen thousand dollars is a tidy sum--not to you, gentlemen, nor to Jones there, but to me."
"Ged, the little cad is getting sarcastic." And Jones laughed quietly to himself and finished his brandy-and-soda.
Mr. Fairbanks waved his arms and pounded the table so excitedly that he roused a waiter from a nap.
"Yes, bring the same," he cried. "Now, gentlemen, I am coming to the point. I insist on your attention. _Mr._ Jones, I will thank _you_ not to interrupt--unless it happens that you care to aid me with the details. Yes, sir, I said details,--d-e-t-a-i-l-s. Now wait a minute, will you? Gentlemen, I appeal to you. He shall wait. Beat it into his head--can"t you?--that I am coming to the point, and very interesting, I promise, you will all find it to be."
"_Tu te vantes, mon bonhomme, tu te vantes._ Here"s to you."
"Here"s to you. Well, gentlemen, it was then one o"clock. I always lunch at that hour, and I asked the Russian if he would let me offer him a bite. "I would very much like to try a Sam Ward," he said, "and I might take some tea and a bit of toast." "That," I replied, "would be tasty with a little caviare." I wanted to show him that, though a dealer in precious stones, I was first and foremost a man of the world."
Alphabet Jones rolled over in spasms of delight. "Divinities of Pindar,"
he shouted, "listen to that!"