As for Ferdie, he just sits there and blinks, followin" "em through his spare panes. Course I could guess he wa"n"t hep to any facts about Skeet. He was just a strange young gent to him, and it wa"n"t up to me to add any details. So I settles back and watches "em too.
And, say, you know how surprised you"d be to see any fat friend of yours buckle on a pair of ice skates and do the double grapevine up and down the rink? Well, that"s the identical kind of jar I got when Marjorie begins that willowy bendy figure. It ain"t any waddly caricature of it, either. It"s the real thing. Honest, she"s as light on her feet as if her middle name was Pavlowa!
At the same time it"s lucky Skeet has arms, long enough to reach "way round when he"s steerin" her. If they"d been an inch or so shorter, he"d have had to break his clinch in some of them whirls, and then there"d been a big dent in the floor. He seems just built for the job, though.
In and out, round and round, through the Parisienne, the flirtation, and all the other frills, he pilots her safe, bendin" and swayin" to the music, his number ten feet glidin" easy, and kind of a smirky, satisfied look on that sappy mug of his; while Marjorie, she simply lets herself go for all she"s worth, her eyes sparklin", and the pink and white in her cheeks showin" clear and fresh.
Take it from me too, it"s some swell exhibit! There was four or five other couples on at the same time, the girls all slender, wispy young things, that never split out a waist seam in their lives; but Marjorie and her partner had the gallery right with "em. Two or three times durin" the dance they got scatterin" applause, and when the music fin"lly stops, leavin" "em alone in the middle of the floor, they got a reg"lar big hand.
"I take it all back," says I to Ferdie. "That was real cla.s.sy spielin".
Now wa"n"t it?."
"No doubt," he grunts. "And I suppose I should be thankful that Marjorie didn"t try to jump through a paper hoop. I trust, however, that this concludes the performance."
It did not! Next on the card was a onestep, with Marjorie and her unknown goin" to it like professionals; and if they omitted any fancy waves, you couldn"t prove it by me. By this time too, Ferdie was sittin"
up and takin" notice. "Oh, I say," says he, "isn"t that the same fellow she danced with before?"
"You don"t think a bunch of works like that could be twins, do you?"
says I.
"But--but I"m sure I don"t remember having met him, you know," says Ferdie, rubbin" his chin thoughtful.
"Then maybe you ain"t," says I.
When they comes on for a third time, though, and prances through about as flossy a half-and-half as I"ve ever seen pulled at a private dance, Ferdie is some agitated in the mind. He ain"t exactly green-eyed, but he"s some disturbed. Yes, all of that!
"I--I think I"d best speak to Marjorie," says he.
"You"ll have plenty of compet.i.tion," says I. "Look!"
For the young chappies are crowdin" around her two deep, makin" dates for the next numbers. "Ferdie stares at the spectacle puzzled. He"s a persistent messer, though.
"But really," he goes on, "I think I ought to meet that young fellow and find out who he is."
"Ah, bottle it up until afterwards!" says I. "Don"t rock the skiff."
But there"s a streak of mule in Ferdie a foot wide. "People will be asking me who he is!" he insists, "and if I don"t know, what will they think? See, isn"t that he, standing just over there?"
And then Mr. Robert has to drift along and complicate matters by joshin"
brother-in-law a little. "Congratulations on your subst.i.tute, Ferdie,"
says he. "Where did he come from?"
Which brings a ruddy tint into Ferdie"s ears. "Ask Marjorie," says he.
"I"m sure he"s an utter stranger to me."
"Wha-a-at?" says Mr. Robert, and when he"s had the full situation mapped out for him blamed if he don"t begin to take it serious too.
"To be sure, Ferdie," says he. "Everyone seems to think he must be a guest of yours; but as he isn"t--well, it"s quite time someone discovered. Let"s go over and introduce ourselves."
And somehow that didn"t listen good to me, either. Marjorie"s done a lot of nice turns for me, and this looked like it was my play to lend a hand.
"With two or three more," says I, "you could form a perfectly good mob, couldn"t you?"
Mr. Robert whirls and demands sarcastic, "Well, what would you suggest, young man?"
"He"s got all the earmarks of a reg"lar invited guest, ain"t he?" says I. "And unless you"re achin" to start somethin", why not let me handle this "Who the blazes are you?" act?"
He sees the point too, Mr. Robert does. He shrugs his shoulders and grins. "That"s so," says he. "All right, Torchy. Full diplomatic powers, and if necessary I shall restrain Ferdie by the collar."
I wa"n"t wastin" time on any subtle strategy, though. Walkin" over to Skeet I taps him on the shoulder, and then it"s his turn to gawp at my costume.
"Why," he gasps, "how--er--where did you----"
"Oh, I brought myself out last season," says I. "But just a minute, if you don"t mind," and I jerks my thumb towards the dressin" room.
"But, you know," he begins, "I--I----"
"Ah, ditch the shifty stuff!" says I. "This is orders from headquarters.
Come!"
And he trots right along. Once I gets him behind the draperies I shoots it at him straight. "Who"d you pinch the invite from?" says I.
"See here, now!" he comes back peevish. "You have no call to say that. I had a bid, all right; got it with me. There! What about that?" And he flashes a card on me.
It"s one of Marjorie"s!
"Huh!" says I. "Met her at Mrs. Astor"s, I expect?"
Skeet shuffles his feet and tries to look indignant.
"Come on, give us the plot of the piece," says I, "or I"ll call up Sister Maggie and put her on the stand. Where was it, now?"
"If you must know," says Skeet sulky, "it was at Roselle"s."
"The tango factory?" says I. "Oh, I"m beginnin" to get the thread. The place where she"s been takin" lessons, eh?"
Skeet nods.
"Is this romance, or business, then?" says I.
"Think I"m a fathead?" says he. "I"m gettin" fifteen for this, and I"m earnin" the money too. It"s a regular thing. Last night I was Cousin Harry for an old maid from Washington--went to a swell house dance up on Riverside Drive. She came across with twenty for that, and paid for the taxi."
"Well, well!" says I. "Then them long legs of yours has turned out a good a.s.set after all. What you pullin" down, Skeet, on an average?"
"Twenty regular, and a hundred or so on the side," says he, swellin" his chest out. "And, say, I guess I got it some on the rest of the family.
You know how they used me,--like dirt, the old lady callin" me a loafer, and Annie so stuck up on livin" in an elevator apartment she wouldn"t have me around. Maggie too! Didn"t I hand it to her, though? Notice me frost her, eh? But I said I"d show "em some day. Guess I"ve delivered the goods. Look at me now, all dolled up every night, and mixin" with the best people! Say, you watch me! Why, I can go out there and pick any queen you want to name. They"re crazy about me. I could show you mash notes and photos too. Oh, I"m Winning Willie with the fluffs, I am!"
Well, it was worth listenin" to. He struts around waggin" his silly head, until I can hardly keep from throwin" a chair at him. Course something had to be dealt out. He needed it bad. So I sizes him up rapid and makes the first play that comes into my head.