Part 5 (1/2)

Sansome moved to go. But at this Keith's attention was attracted. He sprang forward, seized Sansome's arm, insisted on introducing him to Nan, was over-effusive, over-cordial, buoyant. Both Sansome and Mrs.

Sherwood were experienced enough to yield entirely to his mood. They understood perfectly that at the least opposition Keith was in just the condition to reveal himself, perhaps, to break over the frail barrier that separates exhilaration from loss of self-control. They saw also that Nan had no suspicion of the state of affairs. Indeed, following the reaction from her long voyage and her illness, she responded and played up to Keith's high spirits. Neither wanted her to grasp the situation if it could be avoided: Mrs. Sherwood from genuine good feeling, Sansome because of the social awkwardness and bad taste.

Besides, he felt that his presence at such a scene would be a very bad beginning for himself.

”No, you're not going,” Keith was insisting; ”you don't realize what a celebration this is! Here we've pulled up all our roots, haven't we, Nan? and come thousands of miles to a new country, a wonderful country; and the very first day of our landing you want us to act as though nothing had happened!”

Nan nodded a vigorous a.s.sent to his implied reference to her.

”And what we're going to do is to celebrate,” insisted Keith. ”You're all going to dine with us. No, I insist! You're the only friends we have out here, and you aren't going to desert us the very first day we need you.”

”I wish you would!” cried Nan, sitting forward eagerly.

They tried to expostulate, to get out of it, but without avail. It seemed easier to promise. Keith rushed out to look for his baggage, to arrange for rooms, leaving the three together to await his return.

VI

Both Mrs. Sherwood and Sansome applied themselves to relieving whatever embarra.s.sment Nan might feel over this unusual situation. Sansome was possessed of great charm and social experience. He could play the game of light conversation to perfection. By way of bridging the pause in events, he set himself to describing the society in which the Keiths would shortly find themselves launched. His remarks were practically a monologue, interspersed by irrepressible gurgles of laughter from Nan.

Mrs. Sherwood sat quietly by. She did not laugh, but it was evident she was amused. In this congenial atmosphere Sansome outdid himself.

”They are all afraid of each other,” he told her, ”because they don't know anything about each other. Each ex-washerwoman thinks the other ex-washerwoman must have been at least a d.u.c.h.ess at home. It's terribly funny. If they can get hold of six porcelain statuettes, a half-dozen antimaca.s.sars, some gilt chairs, and a gla.s.s bell of wax flowers, they imagine they're elegantly furnished. And their functions! I give you my word, I'd as soon attend a reasonably pleasant funeral! Some of them try to entertain by playing intellectual games--you know, rhyming or spelling games--seriously!” He went on to describe some of the women, mentioning no names, however. ”You'll recognize them when you meet them,” he a.s.sured her. ”There's one we'll call the Social Agitator--she isn't happy unless she is running things. I believe she spent two weeks once in London--or else she buys her boots there--anyway, when discussions get lively she squelches them by saying, 'Of course, my dear, that may be absolutely _au fait_ in New York--but in London--' It corks them up every time. And 'pon honour, three quarters of the time she's quite wrong! Then there's the Lady Thug, Square jaw, square shoulder, sort of bulging out at the top--you know--in decollete one cannot help thinking 'one more struggle and she'll be free!'”

”Oh, fie, Mr. Sansome,” laughed Nan, half shocked.

Sansome rattled on. The ultimate effect was to convey an impression of San Francisco society--such as existed at all--as stodgy, stupid, pretentious, unattractive. Nan was immensely amused, but inclined to take it all with a grain of salt.

”Mrs. Sherwood doesn't bear you out,” she told him, ”and she's the only one I've seen yet. I think we're going to have a pretty good time.”

But at this point Keith returned. He was quite sobered from his temporary exhilaration, but still most cordial and enthusiastic over his little party, Sansome noted with quiet amus.e.m.e.nt that his light curly hair was damp. Evidently he had taken his own prescription as to the pump.

”Well,” he announced, ”I have a room--such as it is. Can't say much for it. The baggage is all here; nothing missing for a wonder. I've spoken to the manager about dinner for five.” He turned to Nan with brightening interest. ”Guess what I saw on the bill of fare! Grizzly bear steak! Think of that! I ordered some.”

Sansome groaned comically.

”What's the matter?” inquired Keith.

”Did you ever try it before? Tough, stringy, unfit for human consumption.”

But Keith was fascinated by the name of the thing.

”There's plenty else,” he urged defensively, ”and I always try everything once.”

It was agreed that they should all meet again after an hour. Sansome renewed his promises to be on hand.

The room Keith had engaged was on the second story, and quite a different sort of affair from that of the Sherwoods'. Indeed it was little more than a pine box, containing only the bare necessities. One window looked out on an unkempt backyard, now mercifully hidden by darkness.

”This is pretty tough,” said Keith, ”but it is the very best I could do. And the price is horrible. We'll have to hunt up a living place about the first thing we do.”