Part 18 (1/2)

”A good looking man,” said Mr. Middleton.

”Smart man, too,” said the matrimonial agent. ”He graduated from the university in Evanston and was a lawyer and a good one, until a friend fired off one of those big duck guns in his ear for a joke.”

Taking the odalisque with him in a cab, Mr. Middleton was off for the residence of Mr. Crayburn.

”Will she have me?” asked Mr. Crayburn, when he had read Mr.

Middleton's hastily penciled account of the main facts of his connection with the fair Moslem, wherein for brevity's sake he had omitted any mention of the fifteen hundred dollars the emir had given him for a.s.suming charge of her.

”Of course,” wrote Mr. Middleton.

”I never saw a more beautiful woman,” exclaimed Mr. Crayburn. ”By the way, have you noticed any predilections, habits, wants, it would be well for me to know about?”

”She smokes,” wrote Mr. Middleton, not knowing why he wrote it, and wis.h.i.+ng like the devil that he hadn't the moment he had.

”All Oriental women smoke. I will ask her not to as soon as she learns English.”

Mr. Middleton was amazed to think that such a simple solution had not occurred to him. But he was glad it was so, for he had not been unscathed by Cupid's darts there last night and he might not now be about to visit the young lady of Englewood.

”Your fee,” said Mr. Crayburn.

Mr. Middleton had not thought of this. He looked about at the handsomely furnished room. He thought of the five thousand dollars a year and the very much smaller income he could offer the young lady of Englewood. He thought of these things and other things. He thought of the young lady of Englewood; of the odalisque, toward whom he occupied the position of what is known in law as next friend. She sat behind him, out of his sight, but he saw her, saw her as he saw her for the first time, when, ripping the bag away, she lay there in her piteous, appealing helplessness.