"It"s a pity you couldn"t have looked me up before this," Warrington complained.
Bennington only laughed affectionately.
"Take a look around the room while I get the whisky and soda."
"Don"t bother, d.i.c.k."
"Boy, I licked you once, and I"ll do it again if you don"t sit down. A little extra attention won"t hurt; and I"ll guarantee the whisky."
Waving his arms toward all the desirable things in the room, he vanished beyond the curtain.
Bennington looked about leisurely. It was just the kind of room he had always imagined; it was like the man who occupied it. Simplicity and taste abounded; the artist and the collector, the poet and the musician, were everywhere in evidence. He strolled over to the mantel and took down one of the pictures signed "Kate." He smiled. It was not an indulgent smile, nor the smile of a man who has stumbled upon another man"s secret. The smile was rather exultant. He leaned against the mantel and studied the face in its varied expressions. He nodded approvingly. It was a lovely face; it was more than lovely,--it was tender and strong. Presently he returned to his chair and sat down, the photograph still in his hand. And in this position Warrington found him.
"Ah, you sly dog!" he hailed, setting down the gla.s.ses and pouring out a liberal b.u.mper. "So I"ve caught you? Well, you"re not the only man who has been conquered by that very photograph." He had half a notion to go in and bring her out; but then, women are such finicky beings!
Bennington laid aside the photograph, a certain reverence in his action that in ordinary times would not have escaped Warrington"s notice.
"What"s this to be?" asked Bennington, lifting his gla.s.s and stirring the ice.
"Immer und immer, as the German has it," Warrington replied.
"For ever and ever, then!"
And the two lightly touched gla.s.ses, with that peculiar gravity which always accompanies such occasions.
"When a man drinks your health in bad whisky, look out for him; but this whisky is very good, d.i.c.k." Bennington set down his gla.s.s and wiped his lips. "It is very good, indeed."
"Well, how are things up in Herculaneum?" asked Warrington. "You know, or ought to know, that I get up there only once a year."
"Things are not very well. There"s the devil to pay in politics, and some day I may have a jolly long strike on my hands," grimly. "But I shall know exactly what to do. That man McQuade owns about all the town now. He controls congressmen, state senators and a.s.semblymen, and the majority of the Common Council is his, body and soul. Only recently he gave the traction company a new right of way. Not a penny went into the city"s purse. And you know these street-railways; they never pay their taxes. A franchise for ninety-nine years; think of it!"
"Why don"t you men wake up and oust McQuade? I"ll tell you right here, Jack, you have no one to blame but yourself. Scoundrels like McQuade are always in the minority; but they remain in power simply because men like you think politics a dirty business and something for an honest man to keep out of. Run for mayor yourself, if you want clean politics. Rouse up an independent party."
"Do you know what they call me up there?" Bennington laughed.
"I confess to ignorance."
"Well, the newspapers say covertly that I"m all but a naturalized Englishman, a sn.o.b, when I"m only a recluse, a man who dresses every night for dinner, who dines instead of eats. There are some things it is impossible to understand, and one is the interest the newspapers take in the private affairs of men. If they jumped on me as a mill-owner, there might be some excuse, but they are always digging me on the private-citizen side. Every man, in his own house, ought to be allowed to do as he pleases. They never bothered the governor any, when he was alive. I believe they were afraid of him."
"I can explain all that, my boy. Buy your clothes of the local tailors; get rid of your valet; forget that you have lived in England.
They"ll come around to you, then. You may talk as much as you like about the friendliness between the Englishman and the American. It is simply a case of two masters who are determined that their dogs shall be friendly. Let the masters drop out of sight for a moment, and you will find the dogs at each other"s throat. And the masters? The dollar on this side and the sovereign on the other. There is a good deal of friendship these days that is based upon three and a half per cent.
Get into politics, my boy."
"Bah! I"d look nice running for mayor, wouldn"t I? The newspapers would howl calamity, and the demagogues would preach that I would soon impose English wages in the shops, and all that tommyrot. No, thank you; I"ll take trouble as it comes, but I"m not looking for it."
"I see that I shall have to go back there and start the ball myself,"
said Warrington, jesting.
"Why don"t you? You are not a rank outsider. The people are proud of you."
"And always will be, so long as I have sense enough to remain here in New York," dryly. "But if I lived there ...!"
"You are not always going to live in New York?"
"Not always."
"You"ve a beautiful old home up there."
"I bought that just to show the people I had the money," laughing.
"They may never forget my cabbages, but they"ll forgive them."
"Nevertheless, you ought to return."
"Listen," said Warrington, lifting his hand. They became silent, and presently the voice of the city came into the room. "I"m afraid I could not live away from that. How many times have I stopped work to listen to it! How many inspirations have I drawn from it! It is the siren"s music, I know, but I am no longer afraid of the reefs. Perhaps I have become enamored with noise; it is quite possible."
"I have lived in London. I thought it was going to be hard to break away, but it wasn"t."
They lighted cigars, and Bennington took up the photograph again.
"A lovely face," was his comment.
"With a heart and a mind even more lovely," supplemented Warrington.
"She is one of the most brilliant women I have ever met, and what is more, humorous and good-humored. My word for it, she may have equals, but she has no superiors on this side of the ocean."
Bennington looked up sharply.
"Nothing serious?" he asked gently.
"Serious? No. We are capital friends, but nothing more. There"s been too much comradeship to admit anything like sentimentality. Ah, boy, you should see her act!"
"I have. I saw her in London last season. She was playing your War of Women. She appeared to me enchanting. But about these actresses ..."
"I know, I know," interrupted Warrington. "Some of them are bad, but some of them are the n.o.blest creatures G.o.d ever put on earth; and yonder is one of them. I remember. Often we were both in debt; plays went wrong; sometimes I helped her out, sometimes she returned the favor. We were more like two men. Without her help I shouldn"t be where I am to-day. I always read the scenario of a play to her first; and often we"ve worked together half a night on one scene. I shall miss her."
"What! Is she going away?"
"After a fashion. She has retired from the stage."
"Do you believe she means it?" asked Bennington. "You know how changeable actresses" moods are."
"I think Miss Challoner will never act again. She has always been an enigma to the majority of the show people. Never any trumpets, jewelry, petty squabbles, lime-lights, and silks; she never read criticisms, save those I sent her. Managers had to knock on her dressing-room door. Oh, I do not say that she is an absolute paragon, but I do say that she is a good woman, of high ideals, loyal, generous, frank, and honest. And I have often wondered why the devil I couldn"t fall in love with her myself," moodily.
Bennington was silent for a moment. Finally he said: "How does it feel to be famous, to have plays produced simultaneously in New York and London?"
"After the first success there is never anything but hard work. A failure once in a while acts like a tonic. And sometimes we get an anonymous letter that refreshes us--a real admirer, who writes from the heart and doesn"t fish for a letter or an autograph in return. I received one of these only a few days ago, and I want you to read it."
Warrington produced the missive and tossed it into Bennington"s hands.
"Read that. It"s worth while to get a letter like that one."
Bennington took up the letter, smiling at his friend"s enthusiasm. A single glance at the graceful script, however, changed his expression.
He sat back and stared at Warrington.