Part 8 (1/2)

”What's the next move, Bee? I couldn't induce you to give me another hug, could I? There, now--don't get angry. I liked it, whether you did, or not. You put a lot of ginger into it, too. Oh, yes, I liked it!”

For a moment, it seemed as if she would resent his bantering tone; then she shrugged her shoulders, and smiled.

”I did it to help you--to make Patricia jealous.” She laughed lightly, still keeping her face turned away from him. ”I saw the curtains part, and recognized Patricia. With the recognition, there came also a revelation as to how I could best help you both. If I had dreamed that you would suppose for a moment I was in earnest, do you think I would have done it? And when I told you that I would come here, to this church, and would marry you like this--good heavens!--did you flatter yourself I meant _that_?”

”Of course, I did.”

”Are you in earnest, Roderick Duncan? If I thought your selfishness, your egotism, was as great as that, I--I don't know what I'd do! Have you so little regard for me that you think I would become your wife, in this manner, knowing as I do that you love another--and when that other is my best friend--when I know that Patricia Langdon loves you?

For I do know it. Do you--did you think that of me--did you think that of me?” She was a-tremble with indignation, now.

”By Jove, Bee, I acted like a brute, didn't I? I didn't consider you; I was selfish enough to think of no one but myself. But, all the same, my girl, I was in dead earnest. If you've got the pluck and the spirit to go through with it, now, we'll see the thing out, side by side, just as we started, and I will make you, perhaps, a better husband than if the circ.u.mstances were different. You say that Patricia loves me: I doubt it. I thought so once, but I don't now. It doesn't matter, anyhow. I shall ask you again calmly, with all humility and respect; with all seriousness, too: will you be my wife, and will you marry me, now?”

”I will reply with equal seriousness, Roderick,” she retorted, mockingly. ”No.”

He uttered a sigh, and there was so much satisfied relief in it that she laughed aloud, but without bitterness.

”Then, what shall we do? Sit here in this cab, in front of the Church of the Transfiguration, for the balance of the night? Or shall we go around to Delmonico's and have some supper?” he asked her.

”I think that last suggestion of yours is a very excellent one,” she replied, navely. ”But we will wait yet a few moments before we start.

We haven't been at the Church of the Transfiguration quite long enough to have been married, and to have come out of it again.”

Duncan stared at her. Then, slowly, a smile lighted up his eyes and relaxed the lines of his face, so that after a moment he chuckled.

Presently, he laughed.

”By Jove, Bee, you're a corker!” he said. ”You can give me cards and spades, and beat me hands down, when it comes to a matter of finesse.

Is it your idea to play out the other part of the game? What will it avail, if we do?”

”Never mind that,” she replied. ”In order to carry out the scheme, and to make it work itself out, as it should, one thing more is necessary.

It will be great fun, too--if we don't carry it too far.”

”What is that?” he asked her. ”What more is necessary?”

”I want you to tell the chauffeur to stop for a moment at the side-entrance to the Hotel Breslin; there I wish you to leave me alone in the cab, while you go inside, and telephone to the opera-house, to have Jack Gardner and his wife meet us as soon as they can, at Delmonico's for supper. You may not have noticed, but they occupied their box, which is directly opposite the Langdon's. One of the ushers will carry the message to him, and Jack will come, if he has no previous engagement.”

”But what in the name of--what in the world do you want of Jack Gardner and his wife? what have they to do with it?”

”I want them to take supper with us, that is all; and then I want a few moments' conversation with Jack, while you talk with Sally.”

They were driven to the Breslin, and the telephone-message was sent.

Duncan waited for a reply, and received one, to the effect that Mr.

and Mrs. Gardner would come at once. And so, not long afterward, the four occupied a conspicuous table of Beatrice's selection, at the famous restaurant.

Recalling the injunction put upon him to occupy himself with Sally Gardner, Duncan began to get a glimmer of understanding regarding the plot that Beatrice had concocted. He, therefore, gave all of his attention to the spirited and charming wife of the young copper-king.

Jack Gardner was everybody's friend. He loved a joke better than anyone else in the world, and a practical joke better than any other kind. He was especially fond of Roderick Duncan, and both he and his wife were intimate friends of Beatrice. Duncan noticed, while talking with Sally, that Jack and Beatrice had drawn their chairs more closely together, toward a corner of the table, and were now whispering together with low-toned eagerness. He could hear no word of what Beatrice said, but an occasional exclamation of Gardner's came to him.

He saw that Beatrice was talking rapidly, with intense earnestness, and that Gardner seemed to be highly amused, even elated, by what she was saying. Such expressions as, ”By Jove, that's the best, ever!”

”Sure, I can do it!” and, ”You just leave it to me!” came to his ears, from Gardner; and presently the latter excused himself and left the table.