Thus it was that only a few days after their long talk about O"Connor, the same fire saw them together once more. It was Thanksgiving Eve.
"Please don"t tell me you have any engagement to-night," said Smith; "for by almost superhuman effort and influence I have managed to reserve a table for three at the Cafe Turin at eight o"clock. May I call the Honorable Jinks and request Miss Wardrop to come and be invited to dine with me?"
"You might try," said Miss Maitland, smiling.
"Then I will."
When the dignified Jenks had limped upward on his mission, the conversation took another turn.
"You are looking very cheerful to-night," Helen remarked.
"More so than I usually do when you see me?"
"More so than the last time I saw you, at all events. Does this mean that you have correctly solved the O"Connor mystery? You really got me very much interested in it."
"No, I haven"t solved it. But I have a clew--the one you gave me. If it is the right one, we shall learn very soon."
On the stairs came the sound of Jenks"s returning feet, followed a moment later by the rumor of Miss Wardrop"s own approach.
"Good evening," she greeted Smith.
"I"ve come to ask you a favor," he answered. "I once happened to save the life of a head waiter, and he has now repaid the obligation by reserving a table for me to-night at the Cafe Turin, and I want you and Miss Maitland to come and dine with me."
Miss Wardrop wavered; she looked at her niece inquiringly.
"Then you"ll come," Smith said.
The old lady laughed.
"Apparently I will, if Miss Maitland has no other plan for the evening."
Helen signified that she had none; and thus it was that eight o"clock found them seated in an eligible corner of the big, gay restaurant, watching the animated holiday crowd, and themselves in no somber or taciturn mood.
A restaurant may be the resort of strange people, but it is an inst.i.tution of peculiar attractiveness, for all that. All the other tables in the room were occupied by merry parties, jewels and demigems glinted back a thousand lights, men and women of society and out of it laughed and talked, there was the clink of a myriad of gla.s.ses, the hurrying of anxious and expectant waiters, the tinkle of silverware on china, mingled with the ignored strains of an orchestra invisible and sufficiently remote not to dictate offensively the tempo of mastication of the diners. It was nothing if not a cosmopolitan gathering. In the crowd were, to judge from appearances, foreigners of many races; but all were masquerading as citizens of the world.
"A conglomerate crew," Smith observed. "They like to convey the impression that last week they dined on the terrace at Bertolini"s in Naples, or at Claridge"s, or Shepheard"s at Cairo, or the Madrid in the Bois, or the Poinciana; while as a matter of fact most of them are like myself and get into this sort of game about twice a year."
"Where do you suppose they all come from?" Miss Wardrop inquired. She affected the newer haunts of modern society very little, and this sort of gathering was strange to her.
"n.o.body knows," said her host, lightly. "Rahway, Yonkers, Flushing.
Probably Harlem would actually account for the majority, if my theory is correct that most of them are as new to this as I am myself."
"Why don"t you include Boston in your humble category?" Miss Maitland asked, laughing.
"Because I would be surprised if there were another Bostonian in this room this evening."
"But why do you think so?" the girl persisted.
"Oh, this isn"t their style; they don"t like this sort of business.
No, I"ll wager you three macaroons against a lump of sugar that you are the only child of the Back Bay in this place to-night."
"Done!" declared the girl.
"How can the question be decided?" Miss Wardrop inquired. "I don"t see how you can either of you prove your contention."
"I will show you," replied her niece. She turned to a waiter, hovering paternally near by, and said, "Will you please go over to that third table where the very light-haired young lady in the blue gown is sitting, and say to the young gentleman whose back is turned toward us that Miss Maitland wishes to speak with him?"
Smith turned, in time to see the young gentleman in question rise at the waiter"s message, cast a look at Miss Maitland, and then come cheerfully forward.
"Do you know, I never dine at a place where I hope and expect--and select--to be absolutely unknown, without meeting anywhere from five to nineteen friends, relations, and acquaintances of various degrees of intimacy," he said, shaking hands. "I"m really delighted to see you, Helen--upon my word, I am; but I sincerely hope you are discretion itself."
"Mr. Wilkinson," said the girl, introducing him to her aunt; and with the briefest of glances at Smith, she added, "of Boston."
"I remember Mr. Smith," said Charlie, easily. "There is an epic quality of justice in his being here, because he is indirectly responsible for my presence. At least," he explained, turning to Smith, "if you hadn"t made a certain pregnant suggestion of the susceptibility of a trolley magnate to the opinion of the stock market--"
"You don"t mean--?" Helen exclaimed.
"As sure as eggs is incubator"s children! They hatched. My esteemed uncle listened to my siren voice--and here I am on a celebration trip!
By the way," he said to the underwriter, "I asked Bennington Cole, who"s handling the schedule for me, to put as much of it as he could in your company."
"That"s very good of you," Smith replied; "but it will be a comparatively trifling amount, I"m afraid. The Guardian has just about as much as it is willing to risk in the congested district of Boston, and Silas Osgood and Company are under instructions to keep our liability down to its present amount and take little new business."
"I congratulate you, Charlie," Helen said. "But why did you come here, hoping to be unknown? Is it your beautiful lady? Is she some one you shouldn"t know?"
"Well, hardly that. She"s not precisely an undesirable citizen--she"s all right enough--but you scarcely want to meet her, I"m afraid. You see, Isabel went South and left me in the lurch, and I had to celebrate somehow--hence Amye."
"Amye?" said Smith, with amus.e.m.e.nt.
"Yes. With an ultimate "e." Amye Sinclair on the program; Minnie Schottman in the Hoboken family Bible. She"s a nice girl but a trifle unintellectual. She threw me a papier mache orchid once in Boston."
"Young man," said Miss Wardrop, speaking for the first time, "are you a typical example of the young men of to-day?"
"I am," Wilkinson promptly answered. "I am energetic, entertaining, an opportunist, a eudaimonist, and a baseball fan. Yes, I think I may concede I am typical. Do you agree with me, Helen?"
"I always agree with you, Charlie," said the girl, with a smile. "What possible good would it do me if I didn"t?"
"Oh, you could--but you"ll excuse me, I"m sure. I see the waiter is preparing to serve my table with real food, which is something I have a confessed predilection for. Good-by--I"m perfectly charmed to have seen you all."
And Mr. Wilkinson returned to Amye and the Cotuits.
"Don"t look so scandalized, Aunt Mary," said Helen to her relation.
"He is really much less abandoned than he would have people believe; and I think Isabel will bring him out all right yet. I rather fancy she has decided to."
"Isabel Hurd, you mean?" responded Miss Wardrop. "You don"t mean to say so! But, bless your heart, I"m not scandalized--I"ve heard boys talk before. Still, if your friend Isabel knows what she is about, she won"t stay South too long; she"ll come North and let Amye go back to Hoboken."
"Probably she will. But I have not seen the three macaroons which I won with such ease and finesse."
"Waiter," said Smith, disregarding the fact that they had not finished the entree, "bring three macaroons--exactly three--right away."