In the morning he telephoned to the Holland House. The Annesleys, he was informed, had departed for parts unknown. The count had left directions to forward any possible mail to the Russian Emba.s.sy, Washington. Sighs in the _doloroso_; the morning papers and numerous cigars; a whisky and soda; a game of indifferent billiards with an affable stranger; another whisky and soda; and a gradual reclamation of Mr. Robert"s interest in worldly affairs.
She was gone.
IV
A FAMILY REUNION
Warburton had not been in the city of Washington within twelve years.
In the past his furloughs had been spent at his brother"s country home in Larchmont, out of New York City. Thus, when he left the train at the Baltimore and Potomac station, he hadn"t the slightest idea where Scott Circle was. He looked around in vain for the smart cab of the northern metropolis. All he saw was a line of omnibuses and a few ramshackle vehicles that twenty years back might very well have pa.s.sed for victorias. A grizzled old negro, in command of one of these sea-going conveyances, caught Warburton"s eye and hailed jovially. Our hero (as the good novelists of the past generation would say, taking their readers into their innermost confidences) handed him his traveling case and stepped in.
"Whar to, suh?" asked the commodore.
"Scott Circle, and don"t pommel that old nag"s bones in trying to get there. I"ve plenty of time."
"I reckon I won"t pommel him, suh. Skt! skt!" And the vehicle rattled out into broad Pennsylvania Avenue, but for the confusion and absurdity of its architectural structures, the handsomest thoroughfare in America. (Some day I am going to carry a bill into Congress and read it, and become famous as having been the means of making Pennsylvania Avenue the handsomest highway in the world.)
Warburton leaned back luxuriously against the faded horse-hair cushion and lighted a cigar, which he smoked with relish, having had a hearty breakfast on the train. It was not quite nine o"clock, and a warm October haze lay on the peaceful city. Here were people who did not rush madly about in the pursuit of riches. Rather they proceeded along soberly, even leisurely, as if they knew what the day"s work was and the rewards attendant, and were content. Trucks, those formidable engines of commerce, neither rumbled nor thundered along the pavements, nor congested the thoroughfares. n.o.body hurried into the shops, n.o.body hurried out. There were no scampering, yelling newsboys. Instead, along the curbs of the market, sat barelegged negro boys, some of them selling papers to those who wanted them, and some sandwiched in between baskets of popcorn and peanuts. There was a marked scarcity of the progressive, intrusive white boy. Old negro mammies pa.s.sed to and fro with the day"s provisions.
Glancing over his shoulder, Warburton saw the Capitol, shining in the sun like some enchanted palace out of Wonderland. He touched his cap, conscious of a thrill in his spine. And there, far to his left, loomed the Washington monument, glittering like a shaft of opals. Some orderlies dashed by on handsome bays. How splendid they looked, with their blue trousers and broad yellow stripes! This was before the Army adopted the comfortable but shabby brown duck. How he longed to throw a leg over the back of a good horse and gallop away into the great green country beyond!
In every extraordinary looking gentleman he saw some famed senator or congressman or diplomat. He was almost positive that he saw the secretary of war drive by in a neat brougham. The only things which moved with the hustling spirit of the times were the cables, and doubtless these would have gone slower but for the invisible and immutable power which propelled them. On arriving in New York, one"s first thought is of riches; in Washington, of glory. What a difference between this capital and those he had seen abroad! There was no militarism here, no conscription, no governmental oppression, no signs of discontent, no officers treading on the rights and the toes of civilians.
But now he was pa.s.sing the huge and dingy magic Treasury Building, round past the Executive Mansion with its spotless white stone, its stately portico and its plush lawns.
"Go slow, uncle; I haven"t seen this place since I was a boy."
"Yes, suh. How d" y" like it? Wouldn" y" like t" live in dat house, suh?"--the commodore grinned.
"One can"t stay there long enough to please me, uncle. It takes four years to get used to it; and then, when you begin to like it, you have to pack up and clear out."
"It"s de way dey goes, suh. We go eroun" Lafayette, er do yuh want t"
see de Wa" Depa"tment, suh?"
"Never mind now, uncle; Scott Circle."
"Scott Circle she am, suh."
The old ark wheeled round Lafayette Square and finally rolled into Sixteenth Street. When at length it came to a stand in front of a beautiful house, Warburton evinced his surprise openly. He knew that his brother"s wife had plenty of money, but not such a plenty as to afford a house like this.
"Are you sure, uncle, that this is the place?"
"Dere"s de Circle, suh, an" yuh can see de numbuh fo" y"se"f, suh."
"How much do I owe you?"
"I reckon "bout fifty cents "ll make it, suh."
Warburton gave him a dollar, marveling at the difference between the cab hire here and in New York. He grasped his case and leaped up the steps two at a bound, and pressed the bell A prim little maid answered the call.
"Does Mr. John Warburton live here?" he asked breathlessly.
"Yes, sir."
"Fortunate John!" he cried, pushing past the maid and standing in the hall of his brother"s household, unheralded and unannounced. "Jack!" he bawled.
The maid eyed the handsome intruder, her face expressing the utmost astonishment. She touched his arm.
"Sir!--" she began.
"It"s all right, my dear," he interrupted.
She stepped back, wondering whether to scream or run.
"Hi, Jack! I say, you old henpecked, where are you?"
The dining-room door slid back and a tall, studious-looking gentleman, rather plain than otherwise, stood on the threshold.
"Jane, what is all this--Why, Bob, you scalawag!"--and in a moment they were pumping hands at a great rate. The little maid leaned weakly against the bal.u.s.trade.
"Kit, Kit! I say, Kit, come and see who"s here!" cried John.
An extraordinarily pretty little woman, whose pallor any woman would have understood, but no man on earth, and who was dressed in a charming pink negligee morning-gown, hurried into the hall.
"Why, it"s Bob!" She flung her arms around the prodigal and kissed him heartily, held him away at arm"s length, and hugged and kissed him again. I"m not sure that Mr. Robert didn"t like it.
Suddenly there was a swish of starched skirts on the stairs, and the most beautiful woman in all the world (and I am always ready to back this statement with abundant proofs!) rushed down and literally threw herself into Mr. Robert"s eager, outstretched arms.
"Nancy!"
"Bob! Bob! you wicked boy! You almost break our hearts. Not a line in two months!--How could you!--You might have been dead and we not know it!"--and she cried on his shoulder.
"Come now, Nancy; nonsense! You"ll start the color running out of this tie of mine!" But for all his jesting tone, Mr. Robert felt an embarra.s.sing lump wriggle up and down in his throat.
"Had your breakfast?" asked the humane and practical brother.
"Yep. But I shouldn"t mind another cup of coffee."
And thereupon he was hustled into the dining-room and pushed into the best chair. How the clear women fussed over him, pressed this upon him and that; fondled and caressed him, just as if the beggar was worth all this trouble and love and affection!
"Hang it, girls, it"s worth being an outlaw to come to this," he cried.
He reached over and patted Nancy on the cheek, and pressed the young wife"s hand, and smiled pleasantly at his brother. "Jack, you lucky pup, you!"
"Two years," murmured Nancy; "and we haven"t had a glimpse of you in two long years."