"And, as I live," exclaimed Psyche, "there"s the Baron de Palliac between them!"
"Sure enough," said her brother. "We must call ma up to see him dressed in those sweet, pretty yachting flannels. Oh, there you are!" as Mrs.
Bines joined them. "Just take this gla.s.s and treat yourself to a look at your old friend, the baron. You"ll notice he has one on--see--they"re waving to us."
"Doesn"t the baron look just too distinguished beside Mr. Higbee?" said Psyche, watching them.
"And doesn"t Higbee look just too Chicago beside the baron?" replied her brother.
The Higbee craft cut her way gracefully up to an anchorage near the _Viluca_, and launches from both yachts now prepared to land their people. At the landing Percival telephoned for a carriage. While they were waiting the Higbee party came ash.o.r.e.
"h.e.l.lo!" said Higbee; "if I"d known that was you we was chasing I"d have put on steam and left you out of sight."
"It"s much better you didn"t recognise us; these boiler explosions are so messy."
"Know the baron here?"
"Of course we know the baron. Ah, baron!"
"Ah, ha! very charmed, Mr. Bines and Miss Bines; it is of a long time that we are not encountered."
He was radiant; they had never before seen him thus. Mrs. Higbee hovered near him with an air of proud ownership. Pretty Millie Higbee posed gracefully at her side.
"This your carriage?" asked Higbee; "I must telephone for one myself.
Going to the Mayson? So are we. See you again to-night. We"re off for Bar Harbour early to-morrow."
"Looks as if there were something doing there," said Percival, as they drove off the wharf.
"Of course, stupid!" said his sister; "that"s plain; only it isn"t doing, it"s already done. Isn"t it funny, ma?"
"For a French person," observed Mrs. Bines, guardedly, "I always liked the baron."
"Of course," said her son, to Mauburn"s mystification, "and the n.o.blest men on this earth have to wear "em."
The surmise regarding the Baron de Palliac and Millie Higbee proved to be correct. Percival came upon Higbee in the meditative enjoyment of his after-dinner cigar, out on the broad piazza.
"I s"pose you"re on," he began; "the girl"s engaged to that Frenchy."
"I congratulate him," said Percival, heartily.
"A real baron," continued Higbee. "I looked him up and made sure of that; t.i.tle"s good as wheat. G.o.d knows that never would "a" got me, but the madam was set on it, and the girl too, and I had to give in. It seemed to be a question of him or some actor. The madam said I"d had my way about Hank, puttin" his poor stubby nose to the grindstone out there in Chicago, and makin" a plain insignificant business man out of him, and I"d ought to let her have her way with the girl, being that I couldn"t expect her to go to work too. So Mil will work the society end. I says to the madam, I says, "All right, have your own way; and we"ll see whether you make more out of the girl than I make out of the boy," I says. But it ain"t going to be _all_ digging up. I"ve made the baron promise to go into business with me, and though I ain"t told him yet, I"m going to put out a line of Higbee"s thin-sliced ham and bacon in gla.s.s jars with his crest on "em for the French trade. This baron"ll cost me more"n that sign I showed you coming out of the old town, and he won"t give any such returns, but the crest on them jars, printed in three colours and gold, will be a bully ad; and it kept the women quiet," he concluded, apologetically.
"The baron"s a good fellow," said Percival.
"Sure," replied Higbee. "They"re all good fellows. Hank had the makin"s of a good fellow in him. And say, young man, that reminds me; I hear all kinds of reports about your getting to be one yourself. Now I knew your father, Daniel J. Bines, and I liked him, and I like you; and I hope you won"t get huffy, but from what they tell me you ain"t doing yourself a bit of good."
"Don"t believe all you hear," laughed Percival.
"Well, I"ll tell you one thing plain, if you was my son, you"d fade right back to the packing-house along with Henry-boy. It"s a pity you ain"t got some one to shut down on you that way. They tell me you got your father"s capacity for carrying liquor, and I hear you"re known from one end of Broadway to the other as the easiest mark that ever came to town. They say you couldn"t walk in your sleep without spending money. Now, excuse my plain speaking, but them are two reputations that are mighty hard to live up to beyond a certain limit. They"ve put lots of good weight-carriers off the track before they was due to go. I hear you got pinched in that wheat deal of Burman"s?"
"Oh, only for a few hundred thousand. The reports of our losses were exaggerated. And we stood to win over--"
"Yes--you stood to win, and then you went "way back and set down," as the saying is. But it ain"t the money. You"ve got too much of that, anyway, Lord knows. It"s this everlasting hullabaloo and the drink that goes with it, and the general trifling sort of a dub it makes out of a young fellow. It"s a pity you ain"t my son; that"s all I got to say. I want to see you again along in September after I get back from San Francisco; I"m going to try to get you interested in some business.
That"d be good for you."
"You"re kind, Mr. Higbee, and really I appreciate all you say; but you"ll see me settle down pretty soon, quick as I get my bearings, and be a credit to the State of Montana."
"I say," said Mauburn, coming up, "do you see that angel of the flaming hair with that young Milbrey chap?"
The two men gazed where he was indicating.
"By Jove! she _is_ a stunner, isn"t she?" exclaimed Percival.
"Might be one of Shepler"s party," suggested Higbee. "He has the Milbrey family out with him, and I see they landed awhile ago. You can bet that party"s got more than her good looks, if the Milbreys are taking any interest in her. Well, I"ve got to take the madam and the young folks over to the Casino. So long!"
Fred Milbrey came up.
"h.e.l.lo, you fellows!"
"Who is she?" asked the two in faultless chorus.
"We"re going over to hear the music awhile. Come along and I"ll present you."
"Rot the luck!" said Mauburn; "I"m slated to take Mrs. Drelmer and Miss Bines to a musicale at the Van Lorrecks, where I"m certain to fall asleep trying to look as if I quite liked it, you know."
"You come," Milbrey urged Percival. "My sister"s there and the governor and mother."
But for the moment Percival was reflecting, going over in his mind the recent homily of Higbee. Higbee"s opinion of the Milbreys also came back to him.
"Sorry, old man, but I"ve a headache, so you must excuse me for to-night. But I"ll tell you, we"ll all come over in the morning and go for a dip with you."
"Good! Stop for us at the Laurels, about eleven, or p"r"aps I"ll stroll over and get you. I"m expecting some mail to be forwarded to this hotel."
He rejoined his companion, who had been chatting with a group of women near the door, and they walked away.
"_Isn"t_ she a stunner!" exclaimed Mauburn.
"She is a _peach!_" replied Percival, in tones of deliberate and intense conviction. "Whoever she is, I"ll meet her to-morrow and ask her what she means by pretending to see anything in Milbrey. This thing has gone too far!"
Mauburn looked wistful but said nothing. After he had gone away with Mrs. Drelmer and Psyche, who soon came for him, Percival still sat revolving the paternal warnings of Higbee. He considered them seriously. He decided he ought to think more about what he was doing and what he should do. He decided, too, that he could think better with something mechanical to occupy his hands. He took a cab and was driven to the local branch of his favourite temple of chance. His host welcomed him at the door.
"Ah, Mr. Bines, a little recreation, eh? Your favourite dealer, Dutson, is here to-night, if you prefer bank."
Pa.s.sing through the crowded, brightly-lighted rooms to one of the faro tables, where his host promptly secured a seat for him, he played meditatively until one o"clock; adding materially to his host"s reasons for believing he had done wisely to follow his New York clients to their summer annex.
CHAPTER XXV.