XXIII
MRS. ARGAND
I now began to plan how I was to meet my young lady on neutral and equal ground, for meet her I must. When I first met her I could have boldly introduced myself, for all my s.m.u.tted face; now Love made me modest.
When I met her, I scarcely dared to look into her eyes; I began to think of the letters of introduction I had, which I had thrown into my trunk.
One of them was to Mrs. Argand, a lady whom I a.s.sumed to be the same lofty person I had seen mentioned in the papers as one of the leaders among the fashionable set, and also as one of the leaders in all public charitable work. It had, indeed, occurred to me to a.s.sociate her vaguely, first with the private-car episode, and then with my poor client"s landlord, the Argand Estate; but the "Argand Estate" appeared a wholly impersonal machine of steel; her reputation in the newspapers for charity disposed of this idea. Indeed, Wolffert had said that there were many Mrs. Argands in the city, and there were many Argands in the directory.
I presented my letter and was invited to call on a certain day, some two weeks later. She lived in great style, in a ponderous mansion of unhewn stone piled up with prison-like ma.s.siveness, surrounded by extensive grounds, filled with carefully tended, formal flower-beds. A ponderous servant asked my name and, with eyes on vacancy, announced me loudly as "Mr. Glaze." The hostess was well surrounded by callers. I recognized her the instant I entered as the large lady of the private car. Both she and her jewels were the same. Also I knew instantly that she was the "Argand Estate," which I had scored so, and I was grateful to the servant for miscalling my name. Her sumptuous drawing-rooms were sprinkled with a handsomely dressed company who sailed in, smiled around, sat on the edge of chairs, chattered for some moments, grew pensive, uttered a few sentences, spread their wings, and sailed out with monotonous regularity and the solemn air of a duty performed. There was no conversation with the hostess--only, as I observed from my coign of vantage, an exchange of compliments and flattery.
Most of the callers appeared either to be very intimate or not to know each other at all, and when they could not gain the ear of the hostess, they simply sat stiffly in their chairs and looked straight before them, or walked around and inspected the splendid bric-a-brac with something of an air of apprais.e.m.e.nt.
I became so interested that, being un.o.bserved myself, I stayed some time observing them. I also had a vague hope that possibly Miss Leigh might appear. It was owing to my long visit that I was finally honored with my hostess"s attention. As she had taken no notice of me on my first entrance beyond a formal bow and an indifferent hand-shake, I had moved on and a moment later had gotten into conversation with a young girl--large, plump, and apparently, like myself, ready to talk to any one who came near, as she promptly opened a conversation with me, a step which, I may say, I was more than ready to take advantage of. I recognized her as the girl who had been talking to Count Pushkin the evening of the concert, and whom I had seen him leave for Miss Leigh. We were soon in the midst of a conversation in which I did the questioning and she did most of the talking and she threw considerable light on a number of the visitors, whom she divided into various cla.s.ses characterized in a vernacular of her own. Some were "frumps," some were "stiffs," and some were "old soaks"--the latter appellation, as I gathered, not implying any special addiction to spirituous liquors on the part of those so characterized, but only indicating the young woman"s gauge of their merits. Still, she was amusing enough for a time, and appeared to be always ready to "die laughing" over everything. Like myself, she seemed rather inclined to keep her eye on the door, where I was watching for the possible appearance of the one who had brought me there. I was recalled from a slight straying of my mind from some story she was telling, by her saying:
"You"re a lawyer, aren"t you?"
Feeling rather flattered at the suggestion, and thinking that I must have struck her as intellectual-looking, I admitted the fact and asked her why she thought so.
"Oh! because they"re the only people who have nothing to do and attend teas--young lawyers. I have seen you walking on the street when I was driving by."
"Well, you know you looked busier than I; but you weren"t really," I said. I was a little taken aback by her asking if I knew Count Pushkin.
"Oh, yes," I said. "I know him."
This manifestly made an impression.
"What do you think of him?"
"What do I think of him? When I know you a little better, I will tell you," I said. "Doesn"t he attend teas?"
"Oh! yes, but then he is--he is something--a n.o.bleman, you know."
"Do I?"
"Yes. Didn"t you hear how last spring he stopped a runaway and was knocked down and dragged ever so far? Why, his face was all bruises."
I could not help laughing at the recollection of Pushkin.
"I saw that."
"Oh! did you? Do tell me about it. It was fine, wasn"t it? Don"t you think he"s lovely?"
"Get him to tell you about it." I was relieved at that moment at a chance to escape her. I saw my hostess talking to a middle-aged, overdressed, but handsome woman whose face somehow haunted me with a reminiscence which I could not quite place, and as I happened to look in a mirror I saw they were talking of me, so I bowed to my young lady and moved on. The visitor asked who I was, and I could see the hostess reply that she had not the slightest idea. She put up her lorgnon and scrutinized me attentively and then shook her head again. I walked over to where they sat.
"We were just saying, Mr.--ah--ah--Laze, that one who undertakes to do a little for one"s fellow-beings finds very little encouragement." She spoke almost plaintively, looking first at me and then at her friend, who had been taking an inventory of the west side of the room and had not the slightest idea of what she was talking.
"I am overrun with beggars," she proceeded.
Remembering her great reputation for charity, I thought this natural and suggested as much. She was pleased with my sympathy, and continued:
"Why, they invade me even in the privacy of my home. Not long ago, a person called and, though I had given instructions to my butler to deny me to persons, unless he knew their business and I know them, this man, who was a preacher and should have known better, pushed himself in and actually got into my drawing-room when I was receiving some of my friends. As he saw me, of course I could not excuse myself, and do you know, he had the insolence, not only to dictate to me how I should spend my money, but actually how I should manage my affairs!"
"Oh! dear, think of that!" sighed the other lady. "And you, of all people!"
I admitted that this was extraordinary, and, manifestly encouraged, Mrs.
Argand swept on.
"Why, he actually wanted me to forego my rents and let a person stay in one of my houses who would not pay his rent!"
"Incredible!"
"The man had had the insolence to hold on and actually force me to bring suit."
"Impossible!"
I began to wish I were back in my office. At this moment, however, succor came from an unexpected source.
"You know we have bought a house very near you?" interjected the blonde girl who had joined our group and suddenly broke in on our hostess"s monologue.
"Ah! I should think you would feel rather lonely up here--and would miss all your old friends?" said Mrs. Argand sweetly, turning her eyes toward the door. The girl lifted her head and turned to the other lady.
"Not at all. You know lots of people call at big houses, Mrs. Gillis, just because they are big," said she, with a spark in her pale-blue eye, and I felt she was able to take care of herself.
But Mrs. Argand did not appear to hear. She was looking over the heads of the rest of us with her eye on the door, when suddenly, as her servant in an unintelligible voice announced some one, her face lit up.
"Ah! My dear Count! How do you do? It was so good of you to come."
I turned to look just as Pushkin brushed by me and, with a little rush between the ladies seated near me, bent over and seizing her hand, kissed it zealously, while he uttered his compliments. It manifestly made a deep impression on the company. I was sure he had seen me. The effect on the company was remarkable. The blonde girl moved around a little and stood in front of another lady who pressed slightly forward.
"Count Pushkin!" muttered one lady to Mrs. Gillis, in an audible undertone.
"Oh! I know him well." She was evidently trying to catch the count"s eye to prove her intimate acquaintance; but Pushkin was too much engrossed with or by our hostess to see her--or else was too busy evading my eye.
"Well, it"s all up with me," I thought. "If I leave him here, my character"s gone forever."
"Such a beautiful custom," murmured Mrs. Gillis"s friend. "I always like it."
"Now, do sit down and have a cup of tea," said our hostess. "I will make you a fresh cup." She glanced at a chair across the room and then at me, and I almost thought she was going to ask me to bring the chair for the count! But she thought better of it.
"Go and bring that chair and sit right here by me and let me know how you are."
"Here, take this seat," said Mrs. Gillis, who was rising, but whose eyes were fast on Pushkin"s face.
"Oh! must you be going?" asked Mrs. Argand. "Well, good-by--so glad you could come."
"Yes, I must go. How do you do, Count Pushkin?"