"In the West."
"Where in the West?"
"Somewhere out toward the Rocky Mountains," hazarded Larrie.
"Denver?" suggested Grace doubtfully.
"I fancy that"s it. Anyway," explained Larrie coldly, "we are buying them."
"Are you?" asked Grace, lifting her soft eyes timidly.
To her, Larrie was the entire Kimberly sugar interest; and at the moment of making the MacBirney purchase he looked, to Grace, the part.
CHAPTER II
Edward Nelson, the counsel, in some measure the political adviser and, as to the public, the buffer of the Kimberly sugar interests, was fond of entertaining. Being naturally an amiable gourmet, his interests suited his tastes. Moreover, his wife, Lottie Nelson, pleasing of face, with a figure well proportioned and with distinction in her bright, indolent eyes, loved to entertain. And she loved to entertain without working hard to do so. Morningside, her country home at Second Lake, though both attractive and s.p.a.cious, and designed with a view to entertaining, was already being replaced with a new home more attractive and more s.p.a.cious, and meant to be filled with still more guests.
Observation and experience had convinced Lottie that the easiest way to keep people in hand is to feed them well. And she quite understood that a vital part of the feeding in such a philosophy is the drinking. There were difficulties, it is true, but which of us has not difficulties?
People--provided, they were people of consequence--diverted Lottie. She had no children--children had no place in her view of life--nor was she vitally interested in her husband. The companionship of those whom she called her friends thus became a necessity; the annoyance being that not always would the particular friends whom she wanted--men chiefly--gather to her.
On the evening of the De Castro dinner and dance, Lottie was in better than her usual spirits. She had brought home Charles Kimberly--who as a yachtsman bore the t.i.tle of Commodore--and his wife, Imogene. Imogene, the little Quakeress, did not like her, as Lottie was aware, but Charles Kimberly was always in sorts and always tractable--different in that respect from Robert. Charles and his wife took MacBirney and Fritzie Venable to the Nelsons" with them and Alice was to follow with the De Castros.
When Lottie reached home, Dora Morgan had already come over with George Doane, one of the Kimberly stock brokers. These two a.s.sured the evening. In the dining-room only a few--of the right sort--were needed for good company.
But more was in prospect for this evening--Robert Kimberly was expected.
Nelson came down from the library with MacBirney and left him with Imogene while he followed Charles to a smoking-room. Fritzie and Mrs.
Nelson joined Doane and Dora Morgan in the music-room. Cards were proposed, but no one had the energy to get at them.
A servant pa.s.sed in the hall to answer the door and Lottie Nelson at once left the room. When she reached the vestibule the footman was taking Robert Kimberly"s coat. She walked well up to Robert before she spoke: "At last!"
"I went back to The Towers for a moment," said Kimberly in explanation.
"Are Charles and Nelson here?"
"And is that all after a month--"Are Charles and Nelson here?"!" echoed Lottie patiently and with a touch of intimate reproach.
"We have a conference to-night, you know, Lottie. How are you?"
She put back her abundant hair: "Why didn"t you call up last week when you were home to find out?"
"I was home only overnight. And I came late and left before you were awake. You know I have been at the new refinery for a week. We began melting yesterday."
"At the big one?"
"At the big one."
She took hold of the lei that he had worn over from the dance and in a leisurely way made a pretence of braiding the stem of a loose rose back into it. "This is the prettiest I"ve seen," said Lottie. "Who gave it to you?"
"Grace. What is the matter with it?" he asked looking down at her white fingers.
"You are losing your decoration," she murmured with leisurely good-nature. "n.o.body to do anything for you."
Kimberly looked at the parting lei with some annoyance, but if he entertained doubts as to its needing attention he expressed none.
"These things are a nuisance anyway," he declared at length, lifting the lei impatiently over his head and depositing it without more ado on a console. "We will leave it there."
"Where else have you been all this time?" demanded Lottie with an indolent interest.
"All over the country--even across the Rockies."
"Across the Rockies! And a whole big car to yourself! You must love solitude. And now you are buying a lot of refineries."
"Not I--the companies are."
"Oh, it"s all the same."
"Not precisely; this MacBirney purchase is not by my advice or with my approval."
"He is in there now, Imogene is talking with him."
"The trip was extremely tedious," said Kimberly, casting his eyes slowly around for means of escape.
"How could it be anything else with no friends along?"
"With McCrea and two secretaries and a stenographer, I hadn"t time to take any friends."
"What is time for?"
"I should say in the West it is valuable for getting home with."
"And when you do get home?"
"To build more; borrow more; control more; sell more; spend more. I"m speaking for all the rest of you, not for myself. I"m just the centrifugal to throw the money out."
"Never by any chance to live more, I suppose?"
"You mean to eat and drink more? How could we?"
"I _don"t_ mean to eat and drink more. I mean just what I say, to live more!"
They were at the threshold of the music room. He laughed good-naturedly, but Lottie declined to be appeased.
"Lord, but I"m sick of it all!" she exclaimed petulantly.
Kimberly used care not to offend, yet he always interposed a screen between himself and her, and however delicate the barrier, Lottie Nelson had never been able to penetrate it.