Senator Hanway never preferred an interview with anybody, where that formality was not demanded by the situation. He held to the doctrine that no one, not a fool, would talk beyond what was necessary to carry his projects to success. His present word to Richard, however, did not include this belief. He put it in this fashion:
"I do not feel at liberty," said he, "to disturb Mr. Gwynn with what are no more than just my personal concerns. He has much more weighty matters of his own to consider; and he ought not to be loaded down with those of other men. Besides, in this instance, his magnificent generosity has antic.i.p.ated me. He tells you that I am to have the a.s.sistance of the Anaconda?"
"In what form and to what extent you choose," returned Richard. "He even said that, should you be set to head your party"s ticket, the campaign might count upon the Anaconda for a contribution of no less than a half-million."
Senator Hanway"s pale face flushed, not with grat.i.tude, but exultation.
"I cannot tell you," said he, "which affects me most; Mr. Gwynn"s immense kindness or his even greater condescension."
Then getting to things practical, Senator Hanway asked Richard if the President and General Attorney of the Anaconda might not again be brought to Washington.
"They shall come," replied Richard confidently. "You have only to fix the date."
"Any time between the second and tenth of January," suggested Senator Hanway. And that was settled.
Richard, not so much because of an interest,--if truth were told his thoughts went running away to Dorothy, and must be continually yanked back by the ear to topics common and earthly,--but for the sake of something to say, asked Senator Hanway about the committee of three selected to investigate Northern Consolidated.
"You know, the business came up because of my letters in the _Daily Tory_," observed Richard, by way of excuse for his curiosity.
The investigation was progressing slowly. It was secret; no part of the evidence could be given out. It would not join with senatorial propriety to let anything be known for publication.
"In a semi-judicial inquiry of this sort," explained Senator Hanway, in tones of patronizing dignity, "one of your discernment will recognize the impropriety, as well as the absolute injustice, of foreshadowing in any degree the finding of the committee. For yourself, however, I don"t mind saying that the evidence, so far, is all in favor of Northern Consolidated. The company will emerge with a clean bill of health--clean as a whistle! The committee"s finding," concluded Senator Hanway musingly, "will be like a new coat of paint to the road. It should help it immensely--help the stock; for these charges have hung over Northern Consolidated values like a shadow."
"And when should the committee report?" queried Richard.
"Those things come along very leisurely; the report ought to be public, I should think, about the middle of February. We may give it to the road for a valentine," and Senator Hanway smiled in congratulation of himself for something light and fluffy, something to mark in him a pliancy of sentiment.
Senator Hanway--such is the weakness of the really great--had his vanity as well as Richard, and would have been pleased had folk thought him of a fancy that, on occasion, could break away from those more sodden commodities of politics and law-building. Caesar and Napoleon were both unhappy until they had written books, and Alexander cared more for Aristotle"s good opinion than for conquest.
Just when Richard, who had been expecting with every moment his Dorothy to come rustling in, was beginning to despair, Dorothy"s black maid appeared, and, under pretense of asking Senator Hanway on behalf of his devoted niece whether or no said niece might count on his escort to the White House reception New Year"s Day, craftily slipped Richard a note.
"Why, she knows she may!"
Senator Hanway was somewhat astonished at Dorothy"s forethoughtfulness; the more since the reception was a week and more away.
"Miss Dory wants to have Miss Bess, from "cross d" street, go "long,"
vouchsafed the maid.
"Oh, that"s it!" said Senator Hanway, who mistook this for an explanation.
Richard was on nettles to get at Dorothy"s note. Anxiety sharpened his faculties, and he took from his pocket a clipping, being indeed a _Daily Tory_ editorial wherein was set forth what should be a proper tariff policy, and gravely besought Senator Hanway for his views thereon. While that statesman was donning gla.s.ses and running over the excerpt, Richard made furtive shift to read his note from Dorothy. It said:
Dear:
I am with Bess. Something awful has happened. Don"t wait a moment, but come. D.
Senator Hanway was not a little amazed when, just as he found himself midstream in those tariff studies to which Richard had invited him, that volatile individual arose in the utmost excitement and said that he must go.
"The truth is," said Richard, blundering about for the explanation which the questioning eye of Senator Hanway appeared to ask, "I forgot a matter of Mr. Gwynn"s."
Senator Hanway waved his satisfied hand in a manner that meant "Say no more!" Senator Hanway did not doubt that the business was important. Any business of Mr. Gwynn"s must be important. The sheer fact that it was Mr. Gwynn"s business made it important. It bordered dangerously upon the criminal that Richard should have neglected it. The state of affairs described accounted most satisfactorily for Richard"s breathless haste.
Senator Hanway, when he recalled the a.s.surance of Mr. Harley, made with bated breath but the evening before, that Mr. Gwynn"s income was over twelve hundred thousand dollars a month, sympathized with Richard"s zeal. Under similar circ.u.mstances, Senator Hanway"s excitement would have mounted as high. It is such a privilege to serve the very rich!
Richard found Dorothy in that apartment which was but yesterday the theater of his great happiness. She was alone; for Bess must play the housewife, and was at that moment addressing a slattern maid upon the sin of dust in some far-off, lofty corridor of the premises. Richard swept Dorothy with a gray glance like a flashlight. Her face was troubled, but full of fort.i.tude, and she was very white about the mouth.
At sight of Richard, however, Dorothy"s fort.i.tude gave way, and went whirling down-stream in a tempest of tears and sobs. With her poor hands outstretched as if for protection, she felt her way blindly into the shelter of those arms; and Richard drew her close and closer, holding her to his heart as though she were a child. He asked no question, said no word, sure only as granite that, whatever the trouble, it should not take her from him. These rock-founded natures, self-reliant, world-defying, made all of love and iron, are a mighty comfort to weak ones; and so thought Dorothy as she lay crying in Richard"s embrace.
And now, since you have seen Dorothy safe across the harbor-bar of her griefs, and she lies landlocked in the sure haven of the Pict arms, you might cross the way for a s.p.a.ce, and learn what abode at the foot of all this disturbance of true lovers.
It was while Richard was closeted with Senator Hanway that the storm broke. Mrs. Hanway-Harley, after reflection, had decided to speak to her daughter upon the subject of Storri and that n.o.ble Russian"s suit. To this end, Mrs. Hanway-Harley called Dorothy into a little parlor which opened off her bedchamber. It was that particular apartment where Mrs.
Hanway-Harley took her naps, and afterward donned war-paint and feathers wherewith to burst upon society.
Dorothy came reluctantly, haunted with a forebode of impending griefs.
The room was a fashion of torture chamber to Dorothy. Mrs. Hanway-Harley had summoned her to this room for admonition and reproach and punishment since ever she was ten years of age. Wherefore, there was little in her mother"s call to engage Dorothy pleasantly; and she hung back, and answered slowly, with soles of lead.
When Dorothy at last came in, Mrs. Hanway-Harley lost no time in skirmishing, but at once opened the main battle.
"My child," said she, with a look that she meant should be ineffably affectionate, and which was not, "Count Storri has been talking of you."
"Yes?" queried Dorothy, with sinking heart, but making a gallant effort at childish innocence.
Mrs. Hanway-Harley lost patience. She observed and resented the childish innocence, rebuking it smartly.
"Rub that baby look out of your face, instantly! You are not a child!"
Dorothy stiffened like a grenadier. She remembered Richard; her mother was right; she was not a child, she was a woman, and so the world should find her. Dorothy"s eyes began to gleam dangerously, and if Mrs.
Hanway-Harley had owned any gift to read faces, she might have hesitated at this pinch.
"What would you have?" said Dorothy, and her tones were as brittle and as devoid of sentimental softness as Mrs. Hanway-Harley"s.
"Marriage."
"Marriage with Storri?"
"Dorothy," said Mrs. Hanway-Harley with a sigh, softly returning to the lines she had originally laid out, "Count Storri, in the most delicate way, like the gentleman and n.o.bleman he is, has asked for your hand."
Mrs. Hanway-Harley had read something like this in a magazine, and now reeled it off with tender majesty. When she spoke of Storri she had quite the empress air.
"For my hand!" said Dorothy, beginning to pant.
Mrs. Hanway-Harley looked up; there was a hardness in Dorothy"s tone that was not only new, but unpleasant. Down deep in her nature, Dorothy hid those stubborn traits that distinguished her religious ancestor of the gate-post and the water-pan.
"For your hand," repeated Mrs. Hanway-Harley uneasily.
Dorothy making no return, Mrs. Hanway-Harley, after waiting a moment, gave herself to a recount of those glowing advantages promised by such a marriage. Was a n.o.bleman, wealthy, young, handsome, on terms of comradeship with his Czar, to be refused? Half the women in Washington were wild for such an offer. It would place the Harleys on a footing by themselves.
"But I don"t love him!" urged Dorothy, as though that had to do with the question.
At this foolishly unfortunate objection, Mrs. Hanway-Harley was rendered speechless. Then, as notice of Dorothy"s white, cold obstinacy began to dawn upon her, she went suddenly into lamentations. To think her child, her only child, should deal her such a blow! Mrs. Hanway-Harley called herself the most ill-treated of parents. She said her best and dearest feelings had been trampled upon. In a shower of tears, and a cataract of complaint, she bemoaned her dark, ungrateful destiny. At this, Dorothy"s tears began to flow, and the interview became hysterical.