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'No one has melled wi' me; but a've been mellin' wi' t' gang at last. 'Thee: they niver were for pressing thee! exclaimed both the women at once. 'No! they knowed better. They'n getten their belly-full as it is.
It ended by their rising, the latter overturning a chair in his haste. "I don't know the rudiments, don't I!" cried the boy. "You wait! Ole Sneydie and I'll trim you down! Corni says he'll play, too. Come on, Mellin." "I won't go unless Helene goes," said Mellin. "What are you going to do when you get there?" "Alas, my frien'!" exclaimed Madame de Vaurigard, rising, "is it not what I tol' you?
"I shall bring it myself," replied Mellin coldly, "in my cab." However, it was with great satisfaction that he found himself installed in the hotel, and he was too recklessly exhilarated, by doing what he called the "right thing," to waste any time wondering what the "right thing" would do to the diminishing pad of express checks he carried in the inside pocket of his waistcoat.
"High play!" he cried. "We must play high! I won't play any other way. I want to play high!" "Ah, wicked one! What did I tell you?" He caught her hand. "And you must play too, Helene." "No, no," she laughed breathlessly. "Then you'll watch. Promise you'll watch me. I won't let you go till you promise to watch me." "I shall adore it, my frien'!" "Mellin," called Cooley from the other room.
Mellin has pull with Congress, enough to start an investigation." "Let them investigate!" cried Jim. "I'd like them to see what I call some darn good engineering! I do think you got soaked on some of the contract work, though. Those permanent caretakers' houses could have been built for half the price." Freet raised his eyebrows. "Put the canal through Mellin's place, Manning." Jim flushed.
"I'm meetin' lots of people I know to-day. You runnin' over to Paris, too? Come up to the boat-deck and meet the Countess de Vaurigard." "Who?" said Mellin, red with pleasure, yet fearing that he did not hear aright. "The Countess de Vaurigard. Queen! met her in London. Sneyd introduced me to her. You remember Sneyd on the steamer?
She laid her finger on her lips, shaking her head gently; and he was silent, while the intelligent maid at that moment entering arranged a tea-table and departed. "American an' Russian, they are the worse," said the Countess thoughtfully, as she served him with a generous cup, laced with rum, "but the American he is the bes' to play wiz." Mellin found her irresistible when she said "wiz."
But the utter relief in not having to fight the Mellin matter to a finish triumphed over the displeasure and Jim left the Makon for the Southwest with Iron Skull, while trailing after him came the Pack who, to a man, suddenly felt an overwhelming desire to winter in the desert. Jim missed the Makon very much at first.
The Countess, reiterating for the hundredth time that Cooley was a "wicked one," sweetly constituted herself his cup-bearer; kept his glass full and brought him fresh cigars. Mellin dealt her furious glances, and filled his own glass, for Lady Mount-Rhyswicke plainly had no conception of herself in the role of a Hebe. The hospitable Pedlow, observing this neglect, was moved to chide her.
He favored himself with a hopeful vision of the apartment on fire, Robert Russ Mellin smiling negligently among the flames and Madame de Vaurigard kneeling before him in adoration. Immersed in delight, he puffed his cigar and let his eyes rest dreamily upon the face of Helene. He was quite undisturbed by an argument, more a commotion than a debate, between Mr. Pedlow and young Cooley.
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