Tavernake set his teeth.
"No," he said, slowly, "I don"t know that that interests me."
"Glad of it," Pritchard went on. "I can tell you I don"t think things have been going extra well with the lady. She"s spent most of what she got from the Gardner family, and she doesn"t seem to have had the best of luck with it, either. I came across her by accident. She is staying at a flashy hotel, but it"s in the wrong quarter--second-rate--quite second-rate."
"I wonder whether we shall see anything of her," Tavernake remarked.
"Do you want to?" Pritchard asked. "She"ll probably be at Martin"s for lunch, at the Plaza for tea, and Rector"s for supper. She"s not exactly the lady to remain hidden, you know."
"We"ll avoid those places, then, if you are taking me around," Tavernake said.
"You"re cured, are you?" Pritchard inquired.
"Yes, I am cured," Tavernake answered, "cured of that and a great many other things, thanks to you. You found me the right tonic."
"Tonic," Pritchard repeated, meditatively. "That reminds me. This way for the best c.o.c.ktail in New York."...
The night was not to pa.s.s, however, without its own especial thrill for Tavernake. The two men dined together at Delmonico"s and went afterwards to a roof garden, a new form of entertainment for Tavernake, and one which interested him vastly. They secured one of the outside tables near the parapets, and below them New York stretched, a flaming phantasmagoria of lights and crude buildings. Down the broad avenues with their towering blocks, their street cars striking fire all the time like toys below, the people streamed like insects away to the Hudson, where the great ferry boats, ablaze with lights, went screaming across the dark waters. Tavernake leaned over and forgot. There was so much that was amazing in this marvelous city for a man who had only just begun to find himself.
The orchestra, stationed within a few yards of him, commenced to play a popular waltz, and Pritchard to talk. Tavernake turned his fascinated eyes from the prospect below.
"My young friend," Pritchard said, "you are up against it to-night. Take a drink of your wine and then brace yourself."
Tavernake did as he was told.
"What is this danger?" he asked. "What"s wrong, anyway?"
Pritchard had no need to answer. As Tavernake set his gla.s.s down, his eyes fell upon the little party who had just taken the table almost next to theirs. There were Walter Crease, Major Post, two men whom he had never seen before in his life--heavy of cheek, both, dull-eyed, but dressed with a rigid observance of the fashion of the city, in short dinner coats and black ties. And between them was Elizabeth. Tavernake gripped the sides of his chair and looked. Yes, she had altered. Her eyebrows were a trifle made up, there was a tinge in her hair which he did not recognize, a touch of color in her cheeks which he doubted. Yet her figure and her wonderful presence remained, that art of wearing her clothes as no other woman could. She was easily the most noticeable-looking of her s.e.x among all the people there. Tavernake heard the sound of her voice and once more the thrill came and pa.s.sed.
She was the same Elizabeth. Thank G.o.d, he thought, that he was not the same Tavernake!
"Do you wish to go?" Pritchard asked.
Tavernake shook his head.
"Not I!" he answered. "This place is far too fascinating. Can"t we have some more wine? This is my treat. And, Pritchard, why do you look at me like that? You are not supposing for a moment that I am capable of making an a.s.s of myself again?"
Pritchard smiled in a relieved fashion.
"My young friend," he said, "I have lived in the world so long and seen so many strange things, especially between men and women, that I am never surprised at anything. I thought you"d shed your follies as your grip upon life had tightened, but one is never sure."
Tavernake sighed.
"Oh, I have shed the worst of my follies!" he answered. "I only wish--"
He never finished his sentence. Elizabeth had suddenly seen him. For a moment she leaned forward as though to a.s.sure herself that she was not mistaken. Then she half sprang to her feet and sat down again. Her lips were parted--she was once more bewilderingly beautiful.
"Mr. Tavernake," she cried, "come and speak to me at once."
Tavernake rose without hesitation, and walked firmly across the few yards which separated them. She held out both her hands.
"This is wonderful!" she exclaimed. "You in New York! And I have wondered so often what became of you."
Tavernake smiled.
"It is my first night here," he said. "For two years I have been prospecting in the far west."
"Then I saw your name in the papers," she declared. "It was for the Manhattan Syndicate, wasn"t it?"
Tavernake nodded, and one of the men of the party leaned forward with interest.
"You"re going to make millions and millions," she a.s.sured him. "You always knew you would, didn"t you?"
"I am afraid that I was almost too confident," he answered. "But certainly we have been quite fortunate."
One of Elizabeth"s companions intervened--he was the one who had p.r.i.c.ked up his ears at the mention of the Manhattan Syndicate.
"Say, Elizabeth," he remarked, "I"d like to meet your friend."
Elizabeth, with a frown, performed the introduction.
"Mr. Anthony Cruxhall--Mr. Tavernake!"
Mr. Cruxhall held out a fat white hand, on the little finger of which glittered a big diamond ring.
"Say, are you the Mr. Tavernake that was surveyor to the prospecting party sent out by the Manhattan Syndicate?" he inquired.
"I was," Tavernake admitted, briefly. "I still am, I hope."
"Then you"re just the man I was hoping to meet," Mr. Cruxhall declared.
"Won"t you sit down with us right here? I"d like to talk some about that trip. I"m interested in the Syndicate."
Tavernake shook his head.
"I"ve had enough of work for a time," he said. "Besides, I couldn"t talk about it till after my report to the meeting to-morrow."
"Just a few words," Mr. Cruxhall persisted. "We"ll have a bottle of champagne, eh?"
"You will excuse me, I am sure," Tavernake replied, "when I tell you that it would not be correct on my part to discuss my trip until after I have handed in my report to the company. I am very glad to have seen you again, Mrs. Gardner."
"But you are not going!" she exclaimed, in dismay.
"I have left Mr. Pritchard alone," Tavernake answered.
Elizabeth smiled, and waved her hand to the solitary figure.
"Our friend Mr. Pritchard again," she remarked. "Well, it is really a curious meeting, isn"t it? I wonder,"--she lifted her head to his and her eyes called him closer to hers--"have you forgotten everything?"
He pointed over the roofs of the houses. His back was to the river and he pointed westward.