("Well you just don"t!" he answered her in his heart. "You think you"re going to lunch with John Pilgrim. And you aren"t. And it serves you right!")
"Besides," he continued aloud, "how can you say you"re ruined when I"m making you a present of something that I paid 100 for?"
"But where am I to find the other half of the money--2,250?" she burst out. "We were depending absolutely on you for it. If I don"t get it, the option will be lost, and the option"s very valuable."
"All the easier to find the money then!"
"What? In less than twenty-four hours? It can"t be done. I couldn"t get it in all London."
"Mr. Marrier will get it for you ... one of his certainties!" Edward Henry smiled in the Five Towns" manner.
"I might, you knaoo!" said Marrier, brightening to full hope in the fraction of a second.
But Rose Euclid only shook her head.
"Mr. Seven Sachs, then?" Edward Henry suggested.
"I should have been delighted," said Mr. Sachs with the most perfect gracious tranquillity. "But I cannot find another 2,250 to-morrow."
"I shall just speak to that Mr. Bryany!" said Rose Euclid, in the accents of homicide.
"I think you ought to," Edward Henry concurred. "But that won"t help things. I feel a little responsible, especially to a lady. You have a quarter of the whole option left in your hands, Miss Euclid. I"ll pay you at the same rate as Bryany sold to me. I gave 100 for half. Your quarter is therefore worth 50. Well, I"ll pay you 50."
"And then what?"
"Then let the whole affair slide."
"But that won"t help me to my theatre!" Rose Euclid said, pouting. She was now decidedly less unhappy than her face pretended, because Edward Henry had reminded her of Sir John Pilgrim, and she had dreams of world triumphs for herself and for Carlo Trent"s play. She was almost glad to be rid of all the worry of the horrid little prospective theatre.
"I have bank-notes," cooed Edward Henry softly.
Her head sank.
Edward Henry rose in the incomparable yellow dressing-gown and walked to and fro a little, and then from his secret store he produced a bundle of notes, and counted out five tens and, coming behind Rose, stretched out his arm and laid the treasure on the table in front of her under the brilliant chandelier.
"I don"t want you to feel you have anything against me," he cooed still more softly.
Silence reigned. Edward Henry resumed his chair and gazed at Rose Euclid. She was quite a dozen years older than his wife, and she looked more than a dozen years older. She had no fixed home, no husband, no children, no regular situation. She accepted the homage of young men, who were cleverer than herself save in one important respect. She was always in and out of restaurants and hotels and express trains. She was always committing hygienic indiscretions. She could not refrain from a certain girlishness which, having regard to her years, her waist, and her complexion, was ridiculous. His wife would have been afraid of her, and would have despised her, simultaneously. She was coa.r.s.ened by the continual gaze of the gaping public. No two women could possibly be more utterly dissimilar than Rose Euclid and the cloistered Nellie.... And yet, as Rose Euclid"s hesitant fingers closed on the bank-notes with a gesture of relief, Edward Henry had an agreeable and kindly sensation that all women were alike, after all, in the need of a shield, a protection, a strong and generous male hand. He was touched by the spectacle of Rose Euclid, as nave as any young la.s.s when confronted by actual bank-notes; and he was touched also by the thought of Nellie and the children afar off, existing in comfort and peace, but utterly, wistfully, dependent on himself.
"And what about me?" growled Carlo Trent.
"You?"
The fellow was only a poet. He negligently dropped him five fivers, his share of the option"s value.
Mr. Marrier said nothing, but his eye met Edward Henry"s, and in silence five fivers were meted out to Mr. Marrier also.... It was so easy to delight these persons who apparently seldom set eyes on real ready money.
"You might sign receipts, all of you, just as a matter of form," said Edward Henry.
A little later, the three a.s.sociates were off.
"As we"re both in the hotel, Mr. Sachs," said Edward Henry, "you might stay for a chat and a drink."
Mr. Seven Sachs politely agreed.
Edward Henry accompanied the trio of worshippers and worshipped to the door of his suite, but no further, because of his dressing-gown. Rose Euclid had a.s.sumed a resplendent opera-cloak. They rang imperially for the lift. Lackeys bowed humbly before them. They spoke of taxicabs and other luxuries. They were perfectly at home in the grandeur of the hotel. As the illuminated lift carried them down out of sight, their smiling heads disappearing last, they seemed exactly like persons of extreme wealth. And indeed for the moment they were wealthy. They had parted with certain hopes, but they had had a windfall; and two of them were looking forward with absolute a.s.surance to a profitable meal and deal with Sir John Pilgrim on the morrow.
"Funny place, London!" said the provincial to himself as he re-entered his suite to rejoin Mr. Seven Sachs.
III.
"Well, sir," said Mr. Seven Sachs, "I have to thank you for getting me out of a very unsatisfactory situation."
"Did you really want to get out of it?" asked Edward Henry.
Mr. Sachs replied simply.
"I did, sir. There were too many partners for my taste."
They were seated more familiarly now in the drawing-room, being indeed separated only by a small table upon which were gla.s.ses. And whereas on a night in the previous week Edward Henry had been entertained by Mr.
Bryany in a private parlour at the Turk"s Head, Hanbridge, on this night he was in a sort repaying the welcome to Mr. Bryany"s master in a private parlour at Wilkins"s, London. The sole difference in favour of Mr. Bryany was that, while Mr. Bryany provided cigarettes and whisky, Edward Henry was providing only cigarettes and Vichy water. Mr. Seven Sachs had said that he never took whisky; and though Edward Henry"s pa.s.sion for Vichy water was not quite ungovernable, he thought well to give rein to it on the present occasion, having read somewhere that Vichy water placated the stomach.
Joseph had been instructed to retire.
"And not only that," resumed Mr. Seven Sachs, "but you"ve got a very good thing entirely into your own hands! Masterly, sir! Masterly!
Why, at the end you positively had the air of doing them a favour! You made them believe you _were_ doing them a favour."
"And don"t you think I was?"
Mr. Sachs reflected, and then laughed.
"You were," he said. "That"s the beauty of it. But at the same time you were getting away with the goods!"
It was by sheer instinct, and not by learning, that Edward Henry fully grasped, as he did, the deep significance of the American idiom employed by Mr. Seven Sachs. He, too, laughed, as Mr. Sachs had laughed. He was immeasurably flattered. He had not been so flattered since the Countess of Ch.e.l.l had permitted him to offer her China tea, meringues, and Berlin pancakes at the Sub Rosa tea-rooms in Hanbridge--and that was a very long time ago.
"You really _do_ think it"s a good thing?" Edward Henry ventured, for he had not yet been convinced of the entire goodness of theatrical enterprise near Piccadilly Circus.
Mr. Seven Sachs convinced him--not by argument, but by the sincerity of his gestures and tones; for it was impossible to question that Mr. Seven Sachs knew what he was talking about. The shape of Mr. Seven Sachs"
chin was alone enough to prove that Mr. Sachs was incapable of a mere ignorant effervescence. Everything about Mr. Sachs was persuasive and confidence-inspiring. His long silences had the easy vigour of oratory, and they served also to make his speech peculiarly impressive.
Moreover, he was a handsome and a dark man, and probably half a dozen years younger than Edward Henry. And the discipline of lime-light had taught him the skill to be forever graceful. And his smile, rare enough, was that of a boy.
"Of course," said he, "if Miss Euclid and the others had had any sense, they might have done very well for themselves. If you ask me, the option alone is worth ten thousand dollars. But then they haven"t any sense! And that"s all there is to it!"
"So you"d advise me to go ahead with the affair on my own?"
Mr. Seven Sachs, his black eyes twinkling, leaned forward and became rather intimately humorous: