Have some breakfast?--coffee and cake, I mean."
"No, thanks, boys. Had breakfast."
Wrinkles added to the shirt, Grief aroused himself, and Pennoyer brought the coffee. Cheerfully throwing some drawings from the table to the floor, they thus made room for the breakfast, and grouped themselves with beaming smiles at the board.
"Well, Billie, come back to the old gang again, eh? How did the country seem? Do much work?"
"Not very much. A few things. How"s everybody?"
"Splutter was in last night. Looking out of sight. Seemed glad to hear that you were coming back soon."
"Did she? Penny, did anybody call wanting me to do a ten-thousand-dollar portrait for them?"
"No. That frame-maker, though, was here with a bill. I told him----"
Afterward Hawker crossed the corridor and threw open the door of his own large studio. The great skylight, far above his head, shed its clear rays upon a scene which appeared to indicate that some one had very recently ceased work here and started for the country. A distant closet door was open, and the interior showed the effects of a sudden pillage.
There was an unfinished "Girl in Apple Orchard" upon the tall Dutch easel, and sketches and studies were thick upon the floor. Hawker took a pipe and filled it from his friend the tan and gold jar. He cast himself into a chair and, taking an envelope from his pocket, emptied two violets from it to the palm of his hand and stared long at them. Upon the walls of the studio various labours of his life, in heavy gilt frames, contemplated him and the violets.
At last Pennoyer burst impetuously in upon him. "Hi, Billie! come over and---- What"s the matter?"
Hawker had hastily placed the violets in the envelope and hurried it to his pocket. "Nothing," he answered.
"Why, I thought--" said Pennoyer, "I thought you looked rather rattled.
Didn"t you have--I thought I saw something in your hand."
"Nothing, I tell you!" cried Hawker.
"Er--oh, I beg your pardon," said Pennoyer. "Why, I was going to tell you that Splutter is over in our place, and she wants to see you."
"Wants to see me? What for?" demanded Hawker. "Why don"t she come over here, then?"
"I"m sure I don"t know," replied Pennoyer. "She sent me to call you."
"Well, do you think I"m going to---- Oh, well, I suppose she wants to be unpleasant, and knows she loses a certain mental position if she comes over here, but if she meets me in your place she can be as infernally disagreeable as she---- That"s it, I"ll bet."
When they entered the den Florinda was gazing from the window. Her back was toward the door.
At last she turned to them, holding herself very straight. "Well, Billie Hawker," she said grimly, "you don"t seem very glad to see a fellow."
"Why, heavens, did you think I was going to turn somersaults in the air?"
"Well, you didn"t come out when you heard me pa.s.s your door," said Florinda, with gloomy resentment.
Hawker appeared to be ruffled and vexed. "Oh, great Scott!" he said, making a gesture of despair.
Florinda returned to the window. In the ensuing conversation she took no part, save when there was an opportunity to harry some speech of Hawker"s, which she did in short contemptuous sentences. Hawker made no reply save to glare in her direction. At last he said, "Well, I must go over and do some work." Florinda did not turn from the window. "Well, so-long, boys," said Hawker, "I"ll see you later."
As the door slammed Pennoyer apologetically said, "Billie is a trifle off his feed this morning."
"What about?" asked Grief.
"I don"t know; but when I went to call him he was sitting deep in his chair staring at some----" He looked at Florinda and became silent.
"Staring at what?" asked Florinda, turning then from the window.
Pennoyer seemed embarra.s.sed. "Why, I don"t know--nothing, I guess--I couldn"t see very well. I was only fooling."
Florinda scanned his face suspiciously. "Staring at what?" she demanded imperatively.
"Nothing, I tell you!" shouted Pennoyer.
Florinda looked at him, and wavered and debated. Presently she said, softly: "Ah, go on, Penny. Tell me."
"It wasn"t anything at all, I say!" cried Pennoyer stoutly. "I was only giving you a jolly. Sit down, Splutter, and hit a cigarette."
She obeyed, but she continued to cast the dubious eye at Pennoyer. Once she said to him privately: "Go on, Penny, tell me. I know it was something from the way you are acting."
"Oh, let up, Splutter, for heaven"s sake!"
"Tell me," beseeched Florinda.
"No."
"Tell me."
"No."
"Pl-e-a-se tell me."
"No."
"Oh, go on."
"No."
"Ah, what makes you so mean, Penny? You know I"d tell you, if it was the other way about."
"But it"s none of my business, Splutter. I can"t tell you something which is Billie Hawker"s private affair. If I did I would be a chump."
"But I"ll never say you told me. Go on."
"No."
"Pl-e-a-se tell me."
"No."