Winnie was the young widow who had recently married the founder of the great banking-house of Puval and Co.--so Oliver explained; she was a chum of his, and they would meet an interesting set there. She was going to invite her cousin, Charlie Carter--she wanted him to meet Alice. "Mrs. Winnie"s always plotting to get Charlie to settle down,"
said Oliver, with a merry laugh.
He telephoned for his man to bring over his clothes, and he and his brother dressed. Then Alice came in, looking like the G.o.ddess of the dawn in the gorgeous rose-coloured gown. The colour in her cheeks was even brighter than usual; for she was staggered to find how low the gown was cut, and was afraid she was committing a faux pas. "Tell me about it," she stammered. "Mammy Lucy says I"m surely supposed to wear some lace, or a bouquet."
"Mammy Lucy isn"t a Paris costumier," said Oliver, much amused. "Dear me--wait until you have seen Mrs. Winnie!"
Mrs. Winnie had kindly sent her limousine car for them, and it stood throbbing in front of the hotel-entrance, its acetylenes streaming far up the street. Mrs. Winnie"s home was on Fifth Avenue, fronting the park. It occupied half a block, and had cost two millions to build and furnish. It was known as the "Snow Palace," being all of white marble.
At the curb a man in livery opened the door of the car, and in the vestibule another man in livery bowed the way. Lined up just inside the door was a corps of imposing personages, clad in scarlet waistcoats and velvet knee-breeches, with powdered wigs, and gold b.u.t.tons, and gold buckles on their patent-leather pumps. These splendid creatures took their wraps, and then presented to Montague and Oliver a bouquet of flowers upon a silver salver, and upon another salver a tiny envelope bearing the name of their partner at this strictly "informal"
dinner-party. Then the functionaries stood out of the way and permitted them to view the dazzling splendour of the entrance hall of the Snow Palace. There was a great marble staircase running up from the centre of the hall, with a carved marble gallery above, and a marble fireplace below. To decorate this mansion a real palace in the Punjab had been bought outright and plundered; there were mosaics of jade, and wonderful black marble, and rare woods, and strange and perplexing carvings.
The head butler stood at the entrance to the salon, p.r.o.nouncing their names; and just inside was Mrs. Winnie.
Montague never forgot that first vision of her; she might have been a real princess out of the palace in the Punjab. She was a brunette, rich-coloured, full-throated and deep-bosomed, with scarlet lips, and black hair and eyes. She wore a court-gown of cloth of silver, with white kid shoes embroidered with jewelled flowers. All her life she had been collecting large turquoises, and these she had made into a tiara, and a neck ornament spreading over her chest, and a stomacher. Each of these stones was mounted with diamonds, and set upon a slender wire. So as she moved they quivered and shimmered, and the effect was dazzling, barbaric.
She must have seen that Montague was staggered, for she gave him a little extra pressure of the hand, and said, "I"m so glad you came.
Ollie has told me all about you." Her voice was soft and melting, not so forbidding as her garb.
Montague ran the gauntlet of the other guests: Charlie Carter, a beautiful, dark-haired boy, having the features of a Greek G.o.d, but a sallow and unpleasant complexion; Major "Bob" Venable, a stout little gentleman with a red face and a heavy jowl; Mrs. Frank Landis, a merry-eyed young widow with pink cheeks and auburn hair; Willie Davis, who had been a famous half-back, and was now junior partner in the banking-house; and two young married couples, whose names Montague missed.
The name written on his card was Mrs. Alden. She came in just after him--a matron of about fifty, of vigorous aspect and ample figure, approaching what he had not yet learned to call embonpoint. She wore brocade, as became a grave dowager, and upon her ample bosom there lay an ornament the size of a man"s hand, and made wholly out of blazing diamonds--the most imposing affair that Montague had ever laid eyes upon. She gave him her hand to shake, and made no attempt to disguise the fact that she was looking him over in the meantime.
"Madam, dinner is served," said the stately butler; and the glittering procession moved into the dining-room--a huge state apartment, finished in some l.u.s.trous jet-black wood, and with great panel paintings ill.u.s.trating the Romaunt de la Rose. The table was covered with a cloth of French embroidery, and gleaming with its load of crystal and gold plate. At either end there were huge candlesticks of solid gold, and in the centre a mound of orchids and lilies of the valley, matching in colour the shades of the candelabra and the daintily painted menu cards.
"You are fortunate in coming to New York late in life," Mrs. Alden was saying to him. "Most of our young men are tired out before they have sense enough to enjoy anything. Take my advice and look about you--don"t let that lively brother of yours set the pace for you."
In front of Mrs. Alden there was a decanter of Scotch whisky. "Will you have some?" she asked, as she took it up.
"No, I thank you," said he, and then wondered if perhaps he should not have said yes, as he watched the other select the largest of the half-dozen wine-gla.s.ses cl.u.s.tered at her place, and pour herself out a generous libation.
"Have you seen much of the city?" she asked, as she tossed it off--without as much as a quiver of an eyelash.
"No," said he. "They have not given me much time. They took me off to the country--to the Robert Wallings"."
"Ah," said Mrs. Alden; and Montague, struggling to make conversation, inquired, "Do you know Mr. Walling?"
"Quite well," said the other, placidly. "I used to be a Walling myself, you know."
"Oh," said Montague, taken aback; and then added, "Before you were married?"
"No," said Mrs. Alden, more placidly than ever, "before I was divorced."
There was a dead silence, and Montague sat gasping to catch his breath.
Then suddenly he heard a faint subdued chuckle, which grew into open laughter; and he stole a glance at Mrs. Alden, and saw that her eyes were twinkling; and then he began to laugh himself. They laughed together, so merrily that others at the table began to look at them in perplexity.
So the ice was broken between them; which filled Montague with a vast relief. But he was still dimly touched with awe--for he realized that this must be the great Mrs. Billy Alden, whose engagement to the Duke of London was now the topic of the whole country. And that huge diamond ornament must be part of Mrs. Alden"s million-dollar outfit of jewellery!
The great lady volunteered not to tell on him; and added generously that when he came to dinner with her she would post him concerning the company. "It"s awkward for a stranger, I can understand," said she; and continued, grimly: "When people get divorces it sometimes means that they have quarrelled--and they don"t always make it up afterward, either. And sometimes other people quarrel--almost as bitterly as if they had been married. Many a hostess has had her reputation ruined by not keeping track of such things."
So Montague made the discovery that the great Mrs. Billy, though.
forbidding of aspect, was good-natured when she chose to be, and with a pretty wit. She was a woman with a mind of her own--a hard-fighting character, who had marshalled those about her, and taken her place at the head of the column. She had always counted herself a personage enough to do exactly as she pleased; through the course of the dinner she would take up the decanter of Scotch, and make a pa.s.s to help Montague--and then, when he declined, pour out imperturbably what she wanted. "I don"t like your brother," she said to him, a little later.
"He won"t last; but he tells me you"re different, so maybe I will like you. Come and see me sometime, and let me tell you what not to do in New York."
Then Montague turned to talk with his hostess, who sat on his right.
"Do you play bridge?" asked Mrs. Winnie, in her softest and most gracious tone.
"My brother has given me a book to study from," he answered. "But if he takes me about day and night, I don"t know how I"m to manage it."
"Come and let me teach you," said Mrs. Winnie. "I mean it, really," she added. "I"ve nothing to do--at least that I"m not tired of. Only I don"t believe you"d take long to learn all that I know."
"Aren"t you a successful player?" he asked sympathetically.
"I don"t believe anyone wants me to learn," said Mrs. Winnie.--"They"d rather come and get my money. Isn"t that true, Major?"
Major Venable sat on her other hand, and he paused in the act of raising a spoonful of soup to his lips, and laughed, deep down in his throat--a queer little laugh that shook his fat cheeks and neck. "I may say," he said, "that I know several people to whom the status quo is satisfactory."
"Including yourself," said the lady, with a little moue. "The wretched man won sixteen hundred dollars from me last night; and he sat in his club window all afternoon, just to have the pleasure of laughing at me as I went by. I don"t believe I"ll play at all to-night--I"m going to make myself agreeable to Mr. Montague, and let you win from Virginia Landis for a change."
And then the Major paused again in his attack upon the soup. "My dear Mrs. Winnie," he said, "I can live for much more than one day upon sixteen hundred dollars!"
The Major was a famous club-man and bon vivant, as Montague learned later on. "He"s an uncle of Mrs. Bobbie Walling"s," said Mrs. Alden, in his ear. "And incidentally they hate each other like poison."
"That is so that I won"t repeat my luckless question again?" asked Montague, with a smile.
"Oh, they meet," said the other. "You wouldn"t be supposed to know that. Won"t you have any Scotch?"
Montague"s thoughts were so much taken up with the people at this repast that he gave little thought to the food. He noticed with surprise that they had real spring lamb--it being the middle of November. But he could not know that the six-weeks-old creatures from which it had come had been raised in cotton-wool and fed on milk with a spoon--and had cost a dollar and a half a pound. A little later, however, there was placed before him a delicately browned sweetbread upon a platter of gold, and then suddenly he began to pay attention.
Mrs. Winnie had a coat of arms; he had noticed it upon her auto, and again upon the great bronze gates of the Snow Palace, and again upon the liveries of her footmen, and yet again upon the decanter of Scotch.
And now--incredible and appalling--he observed it branded upon the delicately browned sweetbread!
After that, who would not have watched? There were large dishes of rare fruits upon the table--fruits which had been packed in cotton wool and shipped in cold storage from every corner of the earth. There were peaches which had come from South Africa (they had cost ten dollars apiece). There were bunches of Hamburg grapes, dark purple and bursting fat, which had been grown in a hot-house, wrapped in paper bags. There were nectarines and plums, and pomegranates and persimmons from j.a.pan, and later on, little dishes of plump strawberries-raised in pots. There were quail which had come from Egypt, and a wonderful thing called "crab-flake a la Dewey," cooked in a chafing-dish, and served with mushrooms that had been grown in the tunnels of abandoned mines in Michigan. There was lettuce raised by electric light, and lima beans that had come from Porto Rico, and artichokes brought from France at a cost of one dollar each.--And all these extraordinary viands were washed down by eight or nine varieties of wines, from the cellar of a man who had made collecting them a fad for the last thirty years, who had a vineyard in France for the growing of his own champagne, and kept twenty thousand quarts of claret in storage all the time--and procured his Rhine wine from the cellar of the German Emperor, at a cost of twenty-five dollars a quart!
There were twelve people at dinner, and afterward they made two tables for bridge, leaving Charlie Carter to talk to Alice, and Mrs. Winnie to devote herself to Montague, according to her promise. "Everybody likes to see my house," she said. "Would you?" And she led the way from the dining-room into the great conservatory, which formed a central court extending to the roof of the building. She pressed a b.u.t.ton, and a soft radiance streamed down from above, in the midst of which Mrs. Winnie stood, with her shimmering jewels a very G.o.ddess of the fire.
The conservatory was a place in which he could have spent the evening; it was filled with the most extraordinary varieties of plants. "They were gathered from all over the world," said Mrs. Winnie, seeing that he was staring at them. "My husband employed a connoisseur to hunt them out for him. He did it before we were married--he thought it would make me happy."
In the centre of the place there was a fountain, twelve or fourteen feet in height, and set in a basin of purest Carrara marble. By the touch of a b.u.t.ton the pool was flooded with submerged lights, and one might see scores of rare and beautiful fish swimming about.
"Isn"t it fine!" said Mrs. Winnie, and added eagerly, "Do you know, I come here at night, sometimes when I can"t sleep, and sit for hours and gaze. All those living things; with their extraordinary forms-some of them have faces, and look like human beings! And I wonder what they think about, and if life seems as strange to them as it does to me."
She seated herself by the edge of the pool, and gazed in. "These fish were given to me by my cousin, Ned Carter. They call him Buzzie. Have you met him yet?--No, of course not. He"s Charlie"s brother, and he collects art things--the most unbelievable things. Once, a long time ago, he took a fad for goldfish--some goldfish are very rare and beautiful, you know--one can pay twenty-five and fifty dollars apiece for them. He got all the dealers had, and when he learned that there were some they couldn"t get, he took a trip to j.a.pan and China on purpose to get them. You know they raise them there, and some of them are sacred, and not allowed to be sold or taken out of the country. And he had all sorts of carved ivory receptacles for them, that he brought home with him--he had one beautiful marble basin about ten feet long, that had been stolen from the Emperor."
Over Montague"s shoulder where he sat, there hung an orchid, a most curious creation, an explosion of scarlet flame. "That is the odonto-glossum," said Mrs. Winnie. "Have you heard of it?"
"Never," said the man.
"Dear me," said the other. "Such is fame!"