Rodney"s nod was understanding.
"I know," he robustly agreed. "But it"s going to be absolutely all right. Be sure of that."
Epstein added his well-meaning but none too happily chosen bit.
"Laurie can"t get into no sc.r.a.pe ve can"t get him out of," he earnestly a.s.sured Laurie"s sister.
Barbara laughed. A circle of new-comers was forming around them.
"We"ll let it go at that," she said, and extended a hand to each man.
"Good-by. I won"t try to thank you. But--G.o.d bless you both!"
Under the influence of this final benediction, Epstein waddled over to the corner where Warren, very pale, and Louise Ordway, very much bored, stood surrounded by a group that included Sonya Orleneff. Firmly detaching the bridegroom from this congenial a.s.semblage, Epstein led him to one side.
"Varren," he said solemnly, "I got to congratulate you all over again.
You got von voman in a million--No, you got von voman in eighty million!"
Warren laughed, rather shakily. Over the heads of the crowd his eyes caught his wife"s and held them for an instant.
"Make it a million million," he suggested joyously, and led Epstein to the supper room.
Laurie was there with Bangs and a group of friends, who, having patronized young Devon a year ago, were endeavoring to wipe out the memory of this indiscretion by an excess of friendly attention. Laurie"s brilliant eyes, filled with the excited glitter they had taken on to-night, saw through the attempt and the situation. Both amused him. In his clubs, or anywhere but here, he might have indulged himself to the extent of having a little fun with these people. But not in his own home, while he was acting as host at his sister"s wedding. Here his manner was perfect, though colored by the exhilaration of his mood.
"No," Warren and Epstein heard him say to Mrs. Lytton and Mrs. Renway, "there"s nothing I"d like better than to come, thank you. But I"m going back to New York to-morrow. You see," he added, "this business of marrying off a sister, and attending to all the details and seeing that she conducts herself properly as long as she"s in my care, is a bit of a strain. I"ve got to get back to town and recuperate."
"I suppose you will rest your mind by writing another play?" gushed Mrs.
Renway.
Laurie shook his black head.
"Not a bit of it!" he a.s.serted. "Don"t even suggest such a thing before Epstein, there. It sounds abhorrently like work."
Mrs. Renway"s curiosity had a brief and losing struggle with her good breeding.
"Then what _are_ you going to do?" she demanded coquettishly.
The young man pondered, as if considering the question for the first time.
"Well," he said at last, "between you and me, I"m going in for adventure. I intend to devote the next four months to discovering how much excitement a worthy youth can crowd into his life if he makes a business of going after the gay bird of adventure, and finding it, and putting salt on its tail!"
The puzzled countenance of Mrs. Renway cleared.
"Oh, I see," she said brightly, "you"re joking."
Laurie smiled and turned to greet a late guest who had come up behind him. In the little group that had overheard him, three pairs of eyes met in startled glances.
"Humph!" said Warren. "Hear that?"
"Nice prospect for us!" muttered Rodney Bangs.
Jacob Epstein looked hara.s.sed. A little later he joined the throng in the main hall, and watched the showers of rice fall harmlessly from the polished sides of Barbara"s limousine as the bride and groom were whirled away from the brilliant entrance of Devon House.
"She"s gone," he said to Bangs as the two men turned and reentered the still crowded yet suddenly empty house. And he added solemnly, "Believe me, Bangs, on that job she left us you an" me "ve got our hands full!"
CHAPTER II
RODNEY LOSES A BATTLE
Rodney Bangs, author of "The Black Pearl" and co-author of "The Man Above," was annoyed. When Mr. Bangs was annoyed he usually betrayed the fact, for his was an open nature.
He was betraying it now. His clear, red-brown eyes were clouded. The healthy pink of his youthful cheeks had deepened to an unbecoming flush.
His wide, engaging grin, the grin of a friendly bulldog, was lacking, and his lips were set tight. Even his burnished red pomadour added to the general pugnaciousness of his appearance. Standing up at its most aggressive angle, it seemed to challenge the world.
Sitting on a low chair in the dressing-room of the bachelor apartment he and Laurence Devon occupied together, Rodney drew on a shoe and stamped his foot down into it with an emphasis that shook the floor. Devon, fastening his tie before the full-length mirror set in the door leading to their common bath-room, started at the sound, like a high-strung prima donna. This was one of Laurie"s temperamental mornings.
"What the devil"s the matter with you, Bangs?" he demanded, but without ill humor. "Can"t you get on a shoe without imitating the recoil of a seventy-five centimeter gun?"
Bangs grunted, drew on the other shoe, and drove his foot into it with increased energy. Laurie looked at him, and this time there was a spark in his black eyes. Very quietly he turned, crossed the small room, and, planting himself in front of his chum, resentfully stared down at the dynamic youth.
"What"s the idea?" he demanded. "Are you deliberately trying to be annoying?"
Rodney did not raise his head. His fingers were busy with a complicated knot.
"Oh, shut up!" he muttered.
Laurie, his hands in his pockets, remained where he was. Under his continued inspection, the fingers of Bangs grew clumsy. He fumbled with the knot, and, having unfastened it, prolonged to the utmost the process of lacing his shoes. He knew what must come as soon as he settled back in his chair. It had been coming for days. He was in for an unpleasant ten minutes. But the situation was one he had deliberately created as the only possible way of bringing about a serious talk with his friend.
Now that it was here, he was anxious to make the most of it. With head bent and thoughts busy he played for time.
At last, the shoes laced and his campaign mapped out, he sat up and met Laurie"s eyes. Their expression of antagonism, temporary though he knew it to be, hurt him. Devon, when he had his own way, and he usually had it, was a singularly sweet-tempered chap. Never before, throughout their year of close a.s.sociation, had he looked at Bangs like that. Rodney knew that he deserved the look. For days past he had deliberately subjected his companion to a series of annoyances, small but intensely irritating.
"Well?" demanded Laurie. "What"s the answer?"
"What answer?" Rodney was in the position of a small boy challenged to combat in cold blood. He was experiencing some difficulty in working himself up to the necessary heat for an engagement. But Laurie"s next words helped him out.
"You"ve been making a d.a.m.ned nuisance of yourself for the last week," he said deliberately. "I want to know why."
Bangs squared his stocky shoulders and rose to his feet. His brown eyes were below the level of his chum"s black ones, but the two glances met sharply and a flash pa.s.sed between them. Under the force of his rising excitement the voice of Rodney shook.
"The reason I"ve been a d.a.m.ned nuisance," he said curtly, "is because you"ve been acting like an infernal fool, and I"m sick of it."
Laurie"s lips tightened, but the other rushed on without giving him a chance to reply. The moment was his. He must crowd into it all he had not dared to say before and might not be given a chance to say again.
"Oh, I know what you"ll say!" he cried. "It"s none of my business, and you"re your own master, and all that sort of rot. And I know you"re not drinking, and G.o.d knows I"m not a.s.s enough to take on any high moral tone and try to preach to you, whatever you do. What gets my goat, Devon, and the only thing I"m worrying about, is this d.a.m.nable waste of your time and mine."