Albert went into the office in response to his grandfather"s call to find the latter seated at an old-fashioned roll-top desk, piled with papers.
"I"ve got to go down to the bank, Al," he said. "Some business about a note that Laban ought to be here to see to, but ain"t. I"ll be back pretty soon. You just stay here and wait for me. You might be lookin"
over the books, if you want to. I took "em out of the safe and they"re on Labe"s desk there," pointing to the high standing desk by the window.
"They"re worth lookin" at, if only to see how neat they"re kept. A set of books like that is an example to any young man. You might be lookin"
"em over."
He hurried out. Albert smiled condescendingly and, instead of looking over Mr. Keeler"s books, walked over to the window and looked out of that. The girl was not in sight now, but she might be soon. At any rate watching for her was as exciting as any amus.e.m.e.nt he could think of about that dull hole. Ah hum! he wondered how the fellows were at school.
The girl did not reappear. Signs of animation along the main road were limited. One or two men went by, then a group of children obviously on their way to school. Albert yawned again, took the silver cigarette case from his pocket and looked longingly at its contents. He wondered what his grandfather"s ideas might be on the tobacco question. But his grandfather was not there then ... and he might not return for some time ... and ... He took a cigarette from the case, tapped, with careful carelessness, its end upon the case--he would not have dreamed of smoking without first going through the tapping process--lighted the cigarette and blew a large and satisfying cloud. Between puffs he sang:
"To you, beautiful lady, I raise my eyes.
My heart, beautiful lady, To your heart cries: Come, come, beautiful lady, To Par-a-dise, As the sweet, sweet--""
Some one behind him said: "Excuse me." The appeal to the beautiful lady broke off in the middle, and he whirled about to find the girl whom he had seen across the road and for whose reappearance he had been watching at the window, standing in the office doorway. He looked at her and she looked at him. He was embarra.s.sed. She did not seem to be.
"Excuse me," she said: "Is Mr. Keeler here?"
She was a pretty girl, so his hasty estimate made when he had first sighted her was correct. Her hair was dark, so were her eyes, and her cheeks were becomingly colored by the chill of the winter air. She was a country girl, her hat and coat proved that; not that they were in bad taste or unbecoming, but they were simple and their style perhaps nearer to that which the young ladies of the Misses Bradshaws" seminary had worn the previous winter. All this Albert noticed in detail later on.
Just then the particular point which attracted his embarra.s.sed attention was the look in the dark eyes. They seemed to have almost the same disturbing quality which he had noticed in his grandfather"s gray ones.
Her mouth was very proper and grave, but her eyes looked as if she were laughing at him.
Now to be laughed at by an attractive young lady is disturbing and unpleasant. It is particularly so when the laughter is from the provinces and the laughee--so to speak--a dignified and sophisticated city man. Albert summoned the said dignity and sophistication to his rescue, knocked the ashes from his cigarette and said, haughtily:
"I beg your pardon?"
"Is Mr. Keeler here?" repeated the girl.
"No, he is out."
"Will he be back soon, do you think?"
Recollections of Mr. Price"s recent remark concerning the missing bookkeeper"s "good start" came to Albert"s mind and he smiled, slightly.
"I should say not," he observed, with delicate irony.
"Is Issy--I mean Mr. Price, busy?"
"He"s out in the yard there somewhere, I believe. Would you like to have me call him?"
"Why, yes--if you please--sir."
The "sir" was flattering, if it was sincere. He glanced at her. The expression of the mouth was as grave as ever, but he was still uncertain about those eyes. However, he was disposed to give her the benefit of the doubt, so, stepping to the side door of the office--that leading to the yards--he opened it and shouted: "Price! ... Hey, Price!"
There was no answer, although he could hear Issachar"s voice and another above the rattle of lath bundles.
"Price!" he shouted, again. "Pri-i-ce!"
The rattling ceased. Then, in the middle distance, above a pile of "two by fours," appeared Issachar"s head, the features agitated and the forehead bedewed with the moisture of honest toil.
"Huh?" yelled Issy. "What"s the matter? Be you hollerin" to me?"
"Yes. There"s some one here wants to see you."
"Hey?"
"I say there"s some one here who wants to see you."
"What for?"
"I don"t know."
"Well, find out, can"t ye? I"m busy."
Was that a laugh which Albert heard behind him? He turned around, but the young lady"s face wore the same grave, even demure, expression.
"What do you want to see him for?" he asked.
"I wanted to buy something."
"She wants to buy something," repeated Albert, shouting.
"Hey?"
"She wants to--BUY--something." It was humiliating to have to scream in this way.
"Buy? Buy what?"
"What do you want to buy?"
"A hook, that"s all. A hook for our kitchen door. Would you mind asking him to hurry? I haven"t much time."
"She wants a hook."
"Eh? We don"t keep books. What kind of a book?"
"Not book--HOOK. H-O-O-K! Oh, great Scott! Hook! HOOK! Hook for a door!
And she wants you to hurry."
"Eh? Well, I can"t hurry now for n.o.body. I got to load these laths and that"s all there is to it. Can"t you wait on him?" Evidently the customer"s s.e.x had not yet been made clear to the Price understanding.
"You can get a hook for him, can"t ye? You know where they be, I showed ye. Ain"t forgot so soon, "tain"t likely."
The head disappeared behind the "two by fours." Its face was red, but no redder than Mr. Speranza"s at that moment.
"Fool rube!" he snorted, disgustedly.
"Excuse me, but you"ve dropped your cigarette," observed the young lady.