"In fact," the prince added, "we considered that we had achieved rather a success."
"I suppose I must look upon your effort as a compliment," Louise sighed, "but it seems queer to lose even so much of you. Shall you take up our manners and our habits, Mr. Strangewey, as easily as you wear our clothes?"
"That I cannot promise," he replied.
"The brain should adapt itself at least as readily as the body," the prince remarked.
M. Graillot, who was one of the three men present, turned around.
"Who is talking plat.i.tudes?" he demanded. "I write plays, and that is my monopoly. Ah, it is the prince, I see! And our young friend who interrupted us at rehearsal yesterday."
"And whom I am anxious to have you meet again," Louise intervened. "You remember his name, perhaps--Mr. John Strangewey."
Graillot held out his left hand to the prince and his right to John.
"Mr. Strangewey," he said, "I congratulate you! Any person who has the good fortune to interest Miss Maurel is to be congratulated. Yet must I look at you and feel myself puzzled. You are not an artist--no? You do not paint or write?"
John shook his head.
"Mr. Strangewey"s claim to distinction is that he is just an ordinary man," Louise observed. "Such a relief, you know, after all you clever people! And that reminds me, Miles," she added, turning to the actor, "I asked you here, too, especially to meet Mr. Strangewey again. Mr.
Faraday is one of the most dangerous guides in London a young man could have. He knows everybody and everything unknowable and yet worth knowing. I present him to you as a hero. He is going to make love to me three hours a night for very many nights, we hope."
John shook hands with everybody and sipped the contents of the gla.s.s which had been handed to him. Then a butler opened the door and announced luncheon. Louise offered her hand to the prince, who stepped back.
"It shall be the privilege of the stranger within our gates," he decided.
Louise turned to John with a little smile.
"Let me show you, then, the way to my dining room. I ought to apologize for not asking some women to meet you. I tried two on the telephone, but they were engaged."
"I will restore the balance," the prince promised, turning from the contemplation of one of the prints hanging in the hall. "I am giving a supper party to-night for Mr. Strangewey, and I will promise him a preponderance of your charming s.e.x."
"Am I invited?" Louise inquired.
The prince shook his head.
"Alas, no!"
They pa.s.sed into a small dining room, and here again John noticed that an absolute simplicity was paramount. The carpet was of some dark, almost indistinguishable color. The walls were white, hung with three or four French etchings in black reed frames. At one end a curved window looked out upon a vista of green trees and shrubs, and the recess was completely filled in with what appeared to be almost a grotto of flowers. The round table, covered with an exquisitely fine cloth, was very simply laid. There was a little gla.s.s of the finest quality, and a very little silver. For flowers there was only one bowl, a brilliant patch of some scarlet exotic, in the center.
"A supper party to which I am not invited," said Louise, as she took her place at the table and motioned John to a seat by her side, "fills me with curiosity. Who are to be your guests, prince?"
"Calavera and her sprites," the prince announced.
Louise paused for a moment in the act of helping herself to _hors d"oeuvres_. She glanced toward the prince. He was busy studying the menu through his eyegla.s.s.
"By her sprites you mean--"
"The young ladies of her wonderful ballet," the prince replied. "I am also dipping into musical comedy for a few of my guests. Calavera, however, is to be the _piece de resistance_."
The prince dropped his eye-gla.s.s and glanced toward his hostess. For a moment their eyes met. Louise"s lips were faintly curled. It was almost as if a challenge had pa.s.sed between them.
"Mr. Strangewey," she said, turning to John, "let me warn you. You are to meet to-night a woman for whom kings are reported to sigh in vain, at whose feet the _jeunesse doree_ of the world pours out its riches. Is it kind of the prince, I wonder, to try and seal your fate so soon?"
John laughed easily. He met the challenge in her eyes and answered it.
"If you are talking of the great Calavera," he said, "she will be far too wonderful a lady to take any notice of a yokel like myself. And besides--"
"Besides?" the prince intervened.
"I have only seen her photographs and read of her," John remarked, "but I don"t think she would attract me very much."
They all laughed. Graillot leaned across the table.
"My young friend," he exclaimed, "pray to your presiding genius, the presiding genius that won for you the friendship of our hostess, that Calavera never hears that speech, or within a week you will be at her chariot-wheels! I have seen many women and loved many, but there are none like Calavera. In her way she is the greatest artist that ever breathed. As for her beauty, wait till you see her! She has a body which makes me close my eyes and dream of Greece; eyes such as one seldom sees save in a few parts of southern Spain; and as for her smile--well, if I go on I shall begin to tell stories of her victims and neglect my lunch."
The conversation drifted away to reminiscences of other great dancers.
Louise, under its cover, devoted her attention to her guest,
"First of all," she asked, "tell me how you like my little friend?"
"I think she is charming," John answered without hesitation. "We went to a supper club last night and stayed there till about half past three."
"A supper club?"
John nodded.
"I have forgotten the name of the place, but they made me a member. It was great fun. We had some more champagne, and Sophy danced. I found a young man there whom I used to know."
"Really," said Louise, "I am not sure that I approve of this! A supper club with Sophy until half past three in the morning!"
He looked at her quickly.
"You don"t mind?"
"My dear man, why should I mind?" she returned. "What concern is it of mine if you and Sophy care to amuse each other? It is exactly what I hoped for."
"That"s all right, then," John declared, with a sigh of relief. "Do you know," he went on, lowering his voice, "that I am just a little disappointed about today?"
"Disappointed? After I have taken the trouble to give a luncheon party for you?"
"I should have thought it a greater compliment, and liked it better, if you had asked me to lunch with you alone," he said.
She shook her head.
"It would have been a wasted opportunity. You have come up to London with a purpose. You have an experiment to make, an experiment in living.
All these men can help you."
"The greater part of my experiment," he pointed out, "needs the help of only one person, and that person is you."