"This is Dr. Sanborn, my husband-who-is-to-be."
"If nothing happens." He smiled as he shook hands.
"If she doesn"t conclude to take me instead," remarked Mason.
Rose had perception enough at command to feel the powerful personalities grouped about her. She sat near Dr. Sanborn, with whom she was at ease at once, he was so awkward and so kindly. He took off his gla.s.ses and polished them carefully as if anxious to see her better.
"Isabel tells me you gave her a little lecture the other day. I"m glad of it. We city folks need it once in a while. We get to thinking that country folks are necessarily fools and stupids by reason of our farce-comedies and our so-called comic weeklies."
"We"re not so bad as that," said Rose.
"Of course not; n.o.body could be so bad as that."
Isabel sat down near Mason. "I tell you, Warren, that girl has a future before her."
"No doubt. It couldn"t well be behind her."
"Don"t be flippant! See that head! But it ain"t that--she has power. I feel it, she made me feel it. I want you to see some of her writing and see what can be done for her."
Mason looked bored. "Writes, does she?"
"Of course she writes. See that head, I say."
"I see the head and it"s a handsome head. I"ll concede that. So is Sanborn"s, but he can"t write a prescription without a printed form."
"O well, if you are in the mood to be irreverent!"
Mason"s face lighted up. "There, _you_ can write! Anyone who is capable of a touch like that--in the presence of G.o.ds, men should be meek. At the same time I would hasten to warn you, the Doctor is becoming marvelously interested in this girl with a future. He has faced her; he is actually touching her knee with his forefinger!"
Isabel laughed. "He always does that when he argues anything. It won"t do any harm."
"It mightn"t do you any harm, but that innocent country girl!"
"She can take care of herself. You should have heard her put me down in my chair. I want you to take her in to dinner."
"I--madam? Etta is my choice, after the hostess, of course. I"m a little shy of these girls who write."
"Well, you take me in and I"ll let Paul take Rose, but I want her to sit by you. I invited you, of all the men of my vast acquaintance, because I hoped your trained and fictive eye would see and appreciate her."
"My trained and fictive eye is regarding her, but maybe she is like an impressionist painting, better seen at a little distance. I confess she is attractive at this focus, but O, if her mind--!"
"You need not worry about her mind. She"s a genius. Well, I guess Professor Roberts is not coming. Suppose we go in!"
"Aren"t we rather formal tonight?"
"Well, yes, but Dr. Sanborn had no dinner in the middle of the day so I transferred ours."
"I"m glad you did, for I"m hungry too."
And so it happened Rose found herself seated beside the big blond man whose face seemed so weary and so old. Paul sat on her left, and they chatted easily on college affairs. He was from Ann Arbor, he told her.
Rose looked with wonder at Dr. Herrick. She was quite another woman, entirely unprofessional. Her face was warm with color, and she wore an exquisite dress, simple as a uniform, yet falling into graceful soft folds about her feet. Her brown hair was drawn about her pretty head in wavy ma.s.ses. Her eyes sparkled with the pleasure and pride of being hostess to such company. Altogether she looked scarcely older than Rose.
The table was set with tall candles with colored shades, and the simple little dinner was exquisitely served. At the same time it all seemed artificial and unhomelike to Rose. The home which had no cellar and no yard was to her false, transitory and unwholesome no matter how lovely the walls might be. Air seemed lacking and the free flow of electricity.
It was like staying in a hotel.
Mason turned to her after a little talk with Etta.
"And so _you_ have joined the stream of fortune-seekers setting always to the city. Do you feel yourself to be a part of a predestinated movement?"
"I did not when I started--I do now."
"That"s right. This is the Napoleon of cities. A city of colossal vices and colossal virtues. It is now devouring, one day it will begin to send back its best arterial blood into the nation. My metaphor is a bit questionable but that is due to my two minds concerning this salad--I alternately curse and bow down in wonder before this city. Its future is appalling to think of. In 1920 it will be the mightiest center of the English speaking race--thank you, I"ll not take any more dressing--I envy you young people who come now when the worst of the fight against material greed is nearly over. We who have given twenty years of our lives--I beg your pardon. I don"t know why I should moralize for your benefit--I meant to say I hope you have not come to Chicago to make your living."
"Why yes--I hope to--but my father gives me a little to live on till I find something to do."
"That"s good. Then sit down and watch the city. It doesn"t matter how humble your living place--sit above the city"s tumult. Observe it, laugh at it but don"t fight it--don"t mix in the grind. Keep it in your brain, don"t let it get into your blood."
Rose looked at him in wonder, his voice was so quiet and his words so vibrant with meaning.
"I never felt so drawn to a woman in my life," Isabel said to her betrothed. "I don"t pretend to understand it. I just love her this minute."
"With due qualifications I can agree with you, my dear. She is very promising indeed."
"She has the power that compels. I wish she"d get hold of Mason." Isabel smiled wisely: "You see Mason is really listening to her now, and poor Etta is left alone. I wish Professor Roberts were here. He"s such good fun for her. Before the evening"s out every man in the house will be around that Wisconsin girl, and I don"t blame "em a bit."
A little later the maid announced Professor Roberts.
"Ah! bring him right in, Mary!"
A cheery voice was heard in the hallway.
"Don"t rise, I"ll find a place somewhere. I am delinquent I know; what"s this--a roast?"
"Now don"t you pretend to be starving just to please me; this Sunday evening dinner was given for me especially," said Sanborn.
"Hungry? Of course I"m hungry. I"ve come all the way from Fifty-second street."
Professor Roberts was a middle-aged man, with a chin whisker. He had a small, elegant figure, and his eyes were humorous.
Everybody took on new life the moment he came in.
"The fact is I got bridged," he explained, after being introduced to Rose.
"All from living on the south side," said Paul.
"I know--I know! However, _somebody_ must live on the south side, and so I stay to keep up the general average."
"How modest and kind of you!"