So, you see, it"s all smoke; and I never talk woman these times unless I"m smoking,"--with a gesture which explained that he had given up the idea altogether. "A doctor sees so much of women that he finally sees nothing of woman."
"Oh, if you resort to epigrams, I can see that it"s all over."
"All over. I"m so used to being alone that I shouldn"t know what to do with a wife." He puffed seriously.
Ah! the futility of our desires, of our castles, of our dreams! The complacency with which we jog along in what we deem to be our own particular groove! I recall a girl friend of my youth who was going to be a celibate, a great reformer, and toward that end was studying for the pulpit. She is now the mother of several children, the most peaceful and unorative woman I know. You see, humanity goes whirring over various side-tracks, thinking them to be the main line, till fate puts its peculiar but happy hand to the switch. Scharfenstein had been plugging away over rusty rails and gra.s.s-grown ties--till he came to Barscheit.
"Hope is the wings of the heart," said I, when I thought the pause had grown long enough. "You still hope?"
"In a way. If I recollect, you had an affair once,"--shrewdly.
I smoked on. I wasn"t quite ready to speak.
"You were always on the hunt for ideals, too, as I remember; hope you"ll find her."
"Max, my boy, I am solemnly convinced that I have."
"Good Lord, you don"t mean to tell me that you are _hooked_?" he cried.
"I see no reason why you should use that particular tone," I answered stiffly.
"Oh, come now; tell me all about it. Who is she, and when"s the wedding?"
"I don"t know when the wedding"s going to be, but I"m mighty sure that I have met the one girl. Max, there never was a girl like her. Witty she is, and wise; as beautiful as a summer"s dawn; merry and brave; rides, drives, plays the "cello, dances like a moon-shadow; and all that,"--with a wave of the hand.
"You"ve got it bad. Remember how you used to write poetry at college?
Who is she, if I may ask?"
"The Honorable Betty Moore, at present the guest of her Highness, the Princess Hildegarde,"--with pardonable pride.
Max whistled. "You"re a lucky beggar. One by one we turn traitor to our native land. A Britisher! I never should have believed it of you, of the man whose cla.s.s declamation was on the fiery subject of patriotism. But is it all on one side?"
"I don"t know, Max; sometimes I think so, and then I don"t."
"How long have you known her?"
"Little more than a month."
"A month? Everything moves swiftly these days, except European railway cars."
"There"s a romance, Max, but another besides her is concerned, and I can not tell you. Some day, when everything quiets down, I"ll get you into a corner with a bottle, and you will find it worth while."
"The bottle?"
"Both."
"From rumors I"ve heard, this princess is a great one for larks; rides bicycles and automobiles, and generally raises the deuce. What sort is she?"
"If you are going to remain in Barscheit, my boy, take a friendly warning. Do not make any foolish attempt to see her. She is more fascinating than a roulette table."
This was a sly dig. Max smiled. A recent letter from him had told of an encounter with the G.o.ddess of Monte Carlo. Fortune had been all things but favorable.
"I"m not afraid of your princess; besides, I came here to study."
"And study hard, my boy, study hard. Her Highness is not the only pretty woman in Barscheit. There"s a raft of them."
"I"ll paddle close to the sh.o.r.e," with a smile.
"By the way, I"ll wake you up Thursday."
"How?"--lazily.
"A bout at Muller"s Rathskeller. Half a dozen American lads, one of whom is called home. Just fixed up his pa.s.sports for him. You"ll be as welcome as the flowers in the spring. Some of the lads will be in your cla.s.ses."
"Put me down. It will be like old times. I went to the reunion last June. Everything was in its place but you. Hang it, why can"t time always go on as it did then?"
"Time, unlike our watches, never has to go to the jeweler"s for repairs," said I owlishly.
Max leaned over, took my bull-terrier by the neck and deposited him on his lap.
"Good pup, Artie--if he"s anything like his master. Three years, my boy, since I saw you. And here you are, doing nothing and lallygagging at court with the n.o.bility. I wish I had had an uncle who was a senator. "Pull" is everything these days."
"You Dutchman, I won this place on my own merit,"--indignantly.
"Forget it!"--grinning.
"You are impertinent."
"But truthful, always."
And then we smoked a while in silence. The silent friend is the best of the lot. He knows that he hasn"t got to talk unless he wants to, and likewise that it is during these lapses of speech that the vine of friendship grows and tightens about the heart. When you sit beside a man and feel that you need not labor to entertain him it"s a good sign that you thoroughly understand each other. I was first to speak.
"I don"t understand why you should go in for medicine so thoroughly.
It can"t be money, for heaven knows your father left you a yearly income which alone would be a fortune to me."
"Chivalry shivers these days; the chill of money is on everything. A man must do something--a man who is neither a sloth nor a fool. A man must have something to put his whole heart into; and I despise money as money. I give away the bulk of my income."
"Marry, and then you will not have to," I said flippantly.
"You"re a sad dog. Do you know, I"ve been thinking about epigrams."
"No!"
"Yes. I find that an epigram is produced by the same cause that produces the pearl in the oyster."
"That is to say, a healthy mentality never superinduces an epigram?
Fudge!" said I, yanking the pup from his lap on to mine. "According to your diagnosis, your own mind is diseased."
"Have I cracked an epigram?"--with pained surprise.