"Nor did I say that this was a usual case. I told you that I didn"t _know_ who sent me this."
"Exactly--"
"But I have an idea. I think my father sent it."
"Oh! Your father ..."
So he had a father, an eccentric but well-to-do father, who, though not a friend, yet sent in twenty dollars now and then to relieve his son"s necessities. Sharlee felt her heart rising.
"Don"t think me merely prying. You see I am naturally interested in the question of whether you--will find yourself able to stay on here--"
"You refer to my ability to make my board payments?"
"Yes."
Throughout this dialogue, Mr. Queed had been eating, steadily and effectively. Now he slid his knife and fork into place with a pained glance at his watch; and simultaneously a change came over his face, a kind of tightening, shot through with Christian fort.i.tude, which plainly advertised an unwelcome resolution.
"My supper allowance of time," he began warningly, "is practically up.
However, I suppose the definite settlement of this board question cannot be postponed further. I must not leave you under any misapprehensions.
If this money came from my father, it is the first I ever had from him in my life. Whether I am to get any more from him is problematical, to say the least. Due consideration must be given the fact that he and I have never met."
"Oh!... Does--he live here, in the city?"
"I have some reason to believe that he does. It is indeed," Mr. Queed set forth to his landlady"s agent, "because of that belief that I have come here. I have a.s.sumed, with good grounds, that he would promptly make himself known to me, take charge of things, and pay my board; but though I have been here nearly a month, he has so far made not the slightest move in that direction, unless we count this letter. Possibly he leaves it to me to find him, but I, on my part, have no time to spare for any such undertaking. I make the situation clear to you? Under the circ.u.mstances I cannot promise you a steady revenue from my father. On the other hand, for all that I know, it may be his plan to send me money regularly after this."
There was a brief pause. "But--apart from the money consideration--have you no interest in finding him?"
"Oh--if that is all one asks! But it happens not to be a mere question of my personal whim. Possibly you can appreciate the fact that finding a father is a tremendous task when you have no idea where he lives, or what he looks like, or what name he may be using. My time is wholly absorbed by my own work. I have none to give to a wild-goose chase such as that, on the mere chance that, if found, he would agree to pay my board for the future."
If he had been less in earnest he would have been grotesque. As it was, Sharlee was by no means sure that he escaped it; and she could not keep a controversial note out of her voice as she said:--
"Yours must be a very great work to make you view the finding of your father in that way."
"The greatest in the world," he answered, drily. "I may call it, loosely, evolutionary sociology."
She was so silent after this, and her expression was so peculiar, that he concluded that his words conveyed nothing to her.
"The science," he added kindly, "which treats of the origin, nature, and history of human society; a.n.a.lyzes the relations of men in organized communities; formulates the law or laws of social progress and permanence; and correctly applies these laws to the evolutionary development of human civilization."
"I am familiar with the terms. And your ambition is to become a great evolutionary sociologist?"
He smiled faintly. "To become one?"
"Oh! Then you are one already?"
For answer, Mr. Queed dipped his hand into his inner pocket, produced a large wallet, and from a ma.s.s of papers selected a second envelope.
"You mention references. Possibly these will impress you as even better than friends."
Sharlee, seated on the arm of Major Brooke"s chair, ran through the clippings: two advertis.e.m.e.nts of a well-known "heavy" review announcing articles by Mr. Queed; a table of contents torn from a year-old number of the _Political Science Quarterly_ to the same effect; an editorial from a New York newspaper commenting on one of these articles and speaking laudatorily of its author; a private letter from the editor of the "heavy" urging Mr. Queed to write another article on a specified subject, "Sociology and Socialism."
To Sharlee the exhibit seemed surprisingly formidable, but the wonder in her eyes was not at that. Her marvel was for the fact that the man who was capable of so cruelly elbowing little Fifi out of his way should be counted a follower of the tenderest and most human of sciences.
"They impress me," she said, returning his envelope; "but not as better than friends."
"Ah? A matter of taste. Now--"
"I had always supposed," continued the girl, looking at him, "that sociology had a close relation with life--in fact, that it was based on a conscious recognition of--the brotherhood of man."
"Your supposition is doubtless sound, though you express it so loosely."
"Yet you feel that the sociologist has no such relation?"
He glanced up sharply. At the subtly hostile look in her eyes, his expression became, for the first time, a little interested.
"How do you deduce that?"
"Oh!... It is loose, if you like--but I deduce it from what you have said--and implied--about your father and--having friends."
But what she thought of, most of all, was the case of Fifi.
She stood across the table, facing him, looking down at him; and there was a faintly heightened color in her cheeks. Her eyes were the clearest lapis lazuli, heavily fringed with lashes which were blacker than Egypt"s night. Her chin was finely and strongly cut; almost a masculine chin, but unmasculinely softened by the sweetness of her mouth.
Mr. Queed eyed her with some impatience through his round spectacles.
"You apparently jumble together the theory and what you take to be the application of a science in the attempt to make an impossible unit.
Hence your curious confusion. Theory and application are as totally distinct as the poles. The few must discover for the many to use. My own task--since the matter appears to interest you--is to work out the laws of human society for those who come after to practice and apply."
"And suppose those who come after feel the same unwillingness to practice and apply that you, let us say, feel?"
"It becomes the business of government to persuade them."
"And if government shirks also? What is government but the common expression of ma.s.ses of individuals very much like yourself?"
"There you return, you see, to your fundamental error. There are very few individuals in the least like me. I happen to be writing a book of great importance, not to myself merely, but to posterity. If I fail to finish my book, if I am delayed in finishing it, I can hardly doubt that the world will be the loser. This is not a task like organizing a prolonged search for one"s father, or dawdling with friends, which a million men can do equally well. I alone can write my book. Perhaps you now grasp my duty of concentrating all my time and energy on this single work and ruthlessly eliminating whatever interferes with it."
The girl found his incredible egoism at once amusing and extremely exasperating.
"Have you ever thought," she asked, "that thousands of other self-absorbed men have considered their own particular work of supreme importance, and that most of them have been--mistaken?"
"Really I have nothing to do with other men"s mistakes. I am responsible only for my own."
"And that is why it is a temptation to suggest that conceivably you had made one here."
"But you find difficulty in suggesting such a thought convincingly? That is because I have not conceivably made any such mistake. A Harvey must discover the theory of the circulation of the blood; it is the business of lesser men to apply the discovery to practical ends. It takes a Whitney to invent the cotton gin, but the dullest negro roustabout can operate it. Why multiply ill.u.s.trations of a truism? Theory, you perceive, calls for other and higher gifts than application. The man who can formulate the eternal laws of social evolution can safely leave it to others to put his laws into practice."
Sharlee gazed at him in silence, and he returned her gaze, his face wearing a look of the rankest complacence that she had ever seen upon a human countenance. But all at once his eyes fell upon his watch, and his brow clouded.
"Meantime," he went on abruptly, "there remains the question of my board."