"Winthrop--coming here?" demanded Mannie.
"I met him at Mr. Hallowell"s this morning," said Vera. "Didn"t Paul tell you?"
"Paul ain"t back yet," said Mannie. "I wish he was!" His lower jaw dropped in dazed bewilderment. "Winthrop--coming here?" he repeated.
"And they"re all coming here!" he exclaimed excitedly. "Paul just phoned me. They"ve taken Gaylor in with them, and we"re all working together now on some game for tonight. And Winthrop"s coming here!" He shook his head decidedly, importantly. As the only man of the family present, he felt he must meet this crisis. "Paul won"t stand for it!" he declared.
"Well, Paul will just have to stand for it!" retorted Mrs. Vance.
With a murmur of sympathy she crossed to Vera. "I"m not going to see our Vera disappointed," she announced. "She never sees no company. Vera, if Mr. Winthrop comes when that bunch is here, I"ll show him into the front parlor."
Vera sat down in front of the piano and let her fingers drop upon the keys. The look of eagerness and antic.i.p.ation had left her eyes.
"Oh, I don"t know," she said, "that I want to see him--now."
With complete misunderstanding, Mannie demanded truculently, "Why not?"
His loyalty to Vera gave him courage, in her behalf, to face even a District Attorney. "He doesn"t think he"s coming here to make trouble for you, does he?"
Vera shook her head and, bending over the piano, struck a few detached chords.
"Oh, no," she said consciously; "just to see me--professionally--like everybody else."
Mabel could no longer withhold her indignation at the obtuseness of the masculine intellect.
"My gracious, Mannie!" she exclaimed, "can"t you understand he"s coming here to make a call on Vera--like a gentleman--not like no District Attorney."
Mannie precipitately retreated from his position as champion.
"Sure, I understand," he protested.
With the joy that a match-making mother takes in the hunt, Mabel sank into the plush rocking chair and, rocking violently, turned upon Vera an eager and excited smile.
"Think of our Vera knowing Mr. Winthrop socially?" she exclaimed. "It"s grand! And they say his sisters are elegant ladies. Last winter I read about them at the opera, and it always printed what they had on. Why didn"t you tell me you knowed him, Vera?" she cried reproachfully. "I tell you everything!"
"I don"t know him," protested the girl. "I used to see him when he lived in the same town."
Mabel, inviting further confidences, ceased rocking and nodded encouragingly. "Up in Geneva?" she prompted.
"Yes," said Vera, "I used to see him every afternoon then, when he played ball on the college nine--"
"Who?" demanded Mannie incredulously.
"Winthrop," said Vera.
"Did he?" exclaimed Mannie. His tone suggested that he might still be persuaded that there was good in the man.
"What"d he play?" he demanded suspiciously.
"First," said Vera.
"Did he!" exclaimed Mannie. His tone now was of open approbation.
Vera had raised her eyes and turned them toward the windows. Beyond the soot-stained sumach tree, the fire escapes of the department store, she saw the sun-drenched campus, the b.u.t.tressed chapel, the ancient, drooping elms; and on a canvas bag, poised like a winged Mercury, a tall straight figure in gray, dusty flannels.
"He was awfully good-looking," murmured the girl, "and awfully tall. He could stop a ball as high as--that!" She raised her arm in the air, and then, suddenly conscious, flushed, and turned to the piano.
"Go on, tell us," urged Mabel. "So you first met him in Geneva, did you?"
"No," corrected Vera, "saw him there. I--only met him once."
Mannie interrupted hilariously.
"I only saw him once, too," he cried, "that was enough for me."
Vera swiftly spun the piano stool so that she faced him. Her eyes were filled with concern.
"You, Mannie!" she demanded anxiously. "What had you done?"
"Done!" exclaimed Mannie indignantly, "nothing! What"d you think I"d done? Did you think I was a crook?"
Vera bowed her shoulders and shivered as though the boy had cursed at her. She shook her head vehemently and again swung back to the piano.
Stumbling awkwardly, her fingers ran over the keys in a swift clatter of broken chords. "No," she whispered, "no, Mannie, no."
With a laugh of delighted recollection, Mannie turned to Mabel.
"He raided a poolroom I was working at," he explained. "He picked me out as a sheet writer because I had my coat off, see? I told him I had it off because it was too hot for me, and he says, Young man, if you lie to me, I"ll make I a d.a.m.n sight hotter!" Mannie threw back his head and shouted uproariously. "He"s all right, Winthrop!" he declared.
Mabel, having already married Winthrop to Vera in Grace Church, with herself in the front pew, in a blue silk dress, received this unexpected evidence of his rare wit with delight. In ecstasy of appreciation she slapped her knees.
"Did he say that, Mannie?" she cried. "Wasn"t that quick of him! Did you hear what he said to Mannie, Vera?" she demanded.
Their mirth was interrupted by the opening and closing of the front door and, in the hall, the murmur of men"s voices.
Vance opened the door from the hall and entered, followed by Judge Gaylor and Rainey. With evident pride in her appearance, Vance introduced the two men to his wife, and then sent her and Mannie from the room--the latter with orders to dismiss the visitors in the front parlor and to admit no others.
At the door Mrs. Vance turned to Vera and nodded mysteriously.
"If that party calls," she said with significance, "I"ll put him in the front parlor." With a look of dismay, Vera vehemently shook her head but, to forestall any opposition, Mrs. Vance hastily slammed the door behind her.
In his most courteous manner Judge Gaylor offered the chair at the head of the centre table to Vera, and at the same table seated himself.
Vance took a place on the piano stool; Rainey stood with his back to the mantel piece.
"Miss Vera," Gaylor began impressively, "I desire to apologize for my language this morning. As Rainey no doubt has told you, I have opposed you and Professor Vance. But I--I know when I"m beaten. Your influence with Mr. Hallowell today--is greater than mine. It is paramount. I congratulate you." He smiled ingratiatingly. "And now," he added, "we are all working in unison."
"You"ve given up your idea of sending me to jail," said Vera.
"Vera!" exclaimed Vance reprovingly. "Judge Gaylor has apologized. We"re all in harmony now."
"Is that door locked?" asked Gaylor. Vance told him, save Mrs. Vance, Mannie, and themselves, there was none in the house; and that he might speak freely.