"Why, all plain people, whose education, breeding, and fortune permit them the luxury of thinking, and whose tastes, intelligence, and sanity enable them to express their thoughts. There are such people here, and some of them form a portion of the gaudier and noisier galaxy we call society."
"That is what I wish to be part of," said Plank. "Could you tell me what are the requirements?"
"I don"t believe I could, exactly," said Siward, amused. "With us, the social system, as an established and finished system, has too recently been evolved from outer chaos to be characteristic of anything except the crudity and energy of the chaos from which it emerged. The balance between wealth, intelligence, and breeding has not yet been established--not from lack of wealth or intelligence. The formula has not been announced, that is all."
"What is the formula?" insisted Plank.
"The formula is the receipt for a real society," replied Siward, laughing. "At present we have its uncombined ingredients in the raw--noisy wealth and flippant fashion, arrogant intelligence and dowdy breeding--all excellent materials, when filtered and fused in the retort; and many of our test tubes have already precipitated pure metal besides, and our national laboratory is turning out fine alloys. Some day we"ll understand the formula, and we"ll weld the entire ma.s.s; and that will be society, Mr. Plank."
"In the meanwhile," repeated Plank, unsmiling, "I want to be part of the best we have. I want to be part of the brightness of things. I mean, that I cannot be contented with an imitation."
"An imitation?"
"Of the best--of what you say is not yet society. I ask no more than your footing among the people of this city. I wish to be able to go where such men as you go; be permitted, asked, desired to be part of what you always have been part of. Is it a great deal I ask? Tell me, Mr. Siward--for I don"t know--is it too much to expect?"
"I don"t think it is a very high ambition," said Siward, smiling. "What you ask is not very much to ask of life, Mr. Plank."
"But is there any reason why I may not hope to go where I wish to go?"
"I think it depends upon yourself," said Siward, "upon your capacity for being, or for making people believe you to be exactly what they require.
You ask me whether you may be able to go where you desire; and I answer you that there is no limit to any journey except the sprinting ability of the pilgrim."
Plank laughed a little, and his squared jaws relaxed; then, after a few moments" thought:
"It is curious that what you cast away from you so easily, I am waiting for with all the patience I have in me. And yet it is always yours to pick up again whenever you wish; and I may never live to possess it."
He was so perfectly right that Siward said nothing; in fact, he could have no particular interest or sympathy for a man"s quest of what he himself did not understand the lack of. Those born without a tag unmistakably ticketing them and their positions in the world were perforce ticketed. Siward took it for granted that a man belonged where he was to be met; and all he cared about was to find him civil, whether he happened to be a policeman or a master of fox-hounds.
He was, now that he knew Plank, contented to accept him anywhere he met him; but Plank"s upward evolutions upon the social ladder were of no interest to him, and his nave sn.o.bbery was becoming something of a bore.
So Siward directed the conversation into other channels, and Plank, accepting another cup of tea, became very communicative about his stables and his dogs, and the preservation of game; and after a while, looking up confidently at Siward, he said:
"Do you think it beastly to drive pheasants the way I did at Black Fells? I have heard that you were disgusted."
"It isn"t my idea of a square deal," said Siward frankly.
"That settles it, then."
"But you should not let me interfere with--"
"I"ll take your opinion, and thank you for it. It didn"t seem to me to be the thing; only it"s done over here, you know. The De Coursay"s and the--"
"Yes, I know.
Glad you feel that way about it, Plank. It"s pretty rotten sportsmanship. Don"t you think so?"
"I do. I--would you--I should like to ask you to try some square shooting at the Fells," stammered Plank, "next season, if you would care to."
"You"re very good. I should like to, if I were going to shoot at all; but I fancy my shooting days are over, for a while."
"Over!"
"Business," nodded Siward, absently grave again. "I see no prospect of my idling for the next year or two."
"You are in--in Amalgamated Electric, I think," ventured Plank.
"Very much in," replied the other frankly. "You"ve read the papers and heard rumours, I suppose?"
"Some. I don"t suppose anybody quite understands the attacks on Amalgamated."
"I don"t--not yet. Do you?"
Plank sat silent, then his shrewd under lip began to protrude.
"I"m wondering," he began cautiously, "how much the Algonquin crowd understands about the matter?"
Siward"s troubled eyes were on him as he spoke, watching closely, narrowly.
"I"ve heard that rumour before," he said.
"So have I," said Plank, "and it seems incredible." He looked warily at Siward. "Suppose it is true that the Algonquin Trust Company is G.o.dfather to Inter-County. That doesn"t explain why a man should kick his own door down when there"s a bell to ring and servants to let him in--and out again, too."
"I have wondered," said Siward, "whether the door he might be inclined to kick down is really his own door any longer."
"I, too," said Plank simply. "It may belong to a personal enemy--if he has any. He could afford to have an enemy, I suppose."
Siward nodded.
"Then, hadn"t you better--I beg your pardon! You have not asked me to advise you."
"No. I may ask your advice some day. Will you give it when I do?"
"With pleasure," said Plank, so warmly disinterested, so plainly proud and eager to do a service that Siward, surprised and touched, found no word to utter.
Plank rose. Siward attempted to stand up, but had trouble with his crutches.
"Please don"t try," said Plank, coming over and offering his hand. "May I stop in again soon? Oh, you are off to the country for a month or two?
I see.
You don"t look very well. I hope it will benefit you. Awfully glad to have seen you. I--I hope you won"t forget me--entirely."
"I am the man people are forgetting," returned Siward, "not you. It was very nice of you to come. You are one of very few who remember me at all."
"I have very few people to remember," said Plank; "and if I had as many as I could desire I should remember you first."
Here he became very much embarra.s.sed. Siward offered his hand again.
Plank shook it awkwardly, and went away on tiptoe down the stairs which creaked decorously under his weight.
And that ended the first interview between Plank and Siward in the first days of the latter"s decline.
The months that pa.s.sed during Siward"s absence from the city began to prove rather eventful for Plank. He was finally elected a member of the Patroons Club, without serious opposition; he had dined twice with the Kemp Ferralls; he and Major Belwether were seen together at the Caithness dance, and in the Caithness box at the opera. Once a respectable newspaper reported him at Tuxedo for the week"s end; his name, linked with the clergy, frequently occupied such s.p.a.ce under the column headed "Ecclesiastical News" as was devoted to the progress of the new chapel, and many old ladies began to become familiar with his name.