Tavernake. You must never tell her."
"I don"t intend it," Tavernake declared.
"Say, this is a great evening for me!" the professor went on, eagerly.
"I found out by accident myself. I was at the bar and I saw her come in with a lot of others."
"Why don"t you go and speak to her?" Tavernake asked.
The professor shivered.
"There has been a disagreement," he explained. "Beatrice and Elizabeth have quarreled. Mind you, Beatrice was right."
"Then why don"t you go to her instead of staying with Elizabeth?"
Tavernake demanded, bluntly.
The professor temporarily collapsed. He drank heavily of the whiskey and soda by his side, and answered gloomily.
"My young friend," he said, "Beatrice, when she left us, was penniless.
Mind you, Elizabeth is the one with brains. It is Elizabeth who has the money. She has a strong will, too. She keeps me there whether I will or not, she makes me do many things--many things, surely--which I hate. But Elizabeth has her way. If I had gone with Beatrice, if I were to go to her now, I should be only a burden upon her."
"You have no money, then?" Tavernake remarked.
The professor shook his head sadly.
"Speculations, my young friend," he replied, "speculations undertaken solely with the object of making a fortune for my children. I have had money and lost it."
"Can"t you earn any?" Tavernake asked. "Beatrice doesn"t seem extravagant."
The professor regarded this outspoken young man with an air of hurt dignity.
"If you will forgive me," he said. "I think that we will choose another subject of conversation."
"At any rate," Tavernake declared, "you must be fond of your daughter or you would not come here night after night just to look at her."
The professor shook out a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed his eyes.
"Beatrice was always my favorite," he announced solemnly, "but Elizabeth--well, you can"t get away from Elizabeth," he added, leaning across the table. "To tell you the truth, Mr. Tavernake, Elizabeth terrifies me sometimes, she is so bold. I am afraid where her scheming may land us. I would be happier with Beatrice if only she had the means to satisfy my trifling wants."
He turned to the waiter and ordered a pint of champagne.
"Veuve Clicquot "99," he instructed the man. "At my age," he remarked, with a sigh, "one has to be careful about these little matters. The wrong brand of champagne means a sleepless night."
Tavernake looked at him in a puzzled way. The professor was a riddle to him. He represented no type which had come within the orbit of his experience. With the arrival of the champagne, the professor became almost eloquent. He leaned forward, gazing stealthily down at the round table.
"If I could tell you of that girl"s mother, Mr. Tavernake," he said, "if I could tell you what her history, our history, has been, it would seem to you so strange that you would probably regard me as a romancer. No, we have to carry our secrets with us."
"By-the-bye," Tavernake asked, "what are you a professor of?"
"Of the hidden sciences, sir," was the immediate reply. "Phrenology was my earliest love. Since then I have studied in the East; I have spent many years in a monastery in China. I have gratified in every way my natural love of the occult. I represent today those people of advanced thought who have traveled, even in spirit, for ever such a little distance across the line which divides the Seen from the Unseen, the Known from the Infinite."
He took a long draught of champagne. Tavernake gazed at him in blank amazement.
"I don"t know much about science," he said. "It is only lately that I have begun to realize how ignorant I really am. Your daughter has helped to teach me."
The professor sighed heavily.
"A young woman of attainments, sir," he remarked, "of character, too.
Look at the way she carries her head. That was a trick of her mother"s."
"Don"t you mean to speak to her at all, then?" Tavernake asked.
"I dare not," the professor replied. "I am naturally of a truthful disposition, and if Elizabeth were to ask me if I had spoken to her sister, I should give myself away at once. No, I look on and that is all."
Tavernake drummed with his fingers upon the tablecloth. Something in the merriment of that little party downstairs had filled him with a very bitter feeling.
"You ought to go and claim her, professor," he declared. "Look down at them now. Is that the best life for a girl? The men are almost strangers to her, and the girls are not fit for her to a.s.sociate with. She has no friends, no relatives. Your daughter Elizabeth can do without you very well. She is strong enough to take care of herself."
"But my dear sir," the professor objected, "Beatrice could not support me."
Tavernake paid his bill without another word. Downstairs the lights had been lowered, the party at the round table were already upon their feet.
"Good-night, professor!" he said. "I am going to see the last of Beatrice from the top of the stairs."
The professor followed him--they stood there and watched her depart with Annie Legarde. The two girls got into a taxicab together, and Tavernake breathed a sigh of relief, a relief for which he was wholly unable to account, when he saw that Grier made no effort to follow them. As soon as the taxi had rolled away, they descended and pa.s.sed into the street.
Then the professor suddenly changed his tone.
"Mr. Tavernake," he said, "I know what you are thinking about me: I am a weak old man who drinks too much and who wasn"t born altogether honest.
I can"t give up anything. I"d be happier, really happier, on a crust with Beatrice, but I daren"t, I simply daren"t try it. I prefer the flesh pots with Elizabeth, and you despise me for it. I don"t blame you, Mr. Tavernake, but listen."
"Well?" Tavernake interjected.
The professor"s fingers gripped his arm.
"You"ve known Beatrice longer--you don"t know Elizabeth very well, but let me tell you this. Elizabeth is a very wonderful person. I know something about character, I know something about those hidden powers which men and women possess--strange powers which no one can understand, powers which drag a man to a woman"s feet, or which make him shiver when he pa.s.ses another even in a crowd. You see, these things are a science with me, Mr. Tavernake, but I don"t pretend to understand everything.
All I know is that Elizabeth is one of those people who can just do what she likes with men. I am her father and I am her slave. I tell myself that I would rather be with Beatrice, and I am as powerless to go as though I were bound with chains. You are a young ignorant man, Mr.
Tavernake, you know nothing of life, and I will give you a word of warning. It is better for you that you keep away from over there."
He raised one hand and pointed across the street towards the Milan Court; with the other he once more gripped Tavernake"s arm.
"Why she should take the trouble even to speak with you for a moment, I do not know," the professor continued, "but she does. It has pleased her to talk with you--why I can"t imagine--only if I were you I would get away while there is yet time. She is my daughter but she has no heart, no pity. I saw her smile at you. I am sorry always for the man she smiles upon like that. Goodnight, Mr. Tavernake!"
The professor crossed the street. Tavernake watched him until he was out of sight. Then he felt an arm thrust through his.
"Why, this is what I call luck!" a familiar voice exclaimed. "Mr.
Tavernake, you"re the very man I was looking for!"