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"You let me be!" snapped Pete. "No, Dewing; I'm not weakening. About how much cash have you got in your roll?" "About fourteen hundred in the house. More in the bank if you're really on the peck. And I paid three thousand cash for this place." "And I've got maybe fifty or sixty dollars with me. You see how it is," said Pete.
And the fine drizzling rain fell upon all alike, pattering upon the hood of the taxi-cab, trickling down the front windows; glistening upon the unctuous hair of those in the street who were hatless; dewing the bare arms of the auctioneers, and dripping, melancholy, from the tarpaulin coverings of the stalls.
From the vine-covered pergola where they lunched they beheld the distant sea like a lavender haze across the flats. And Honora wondered whether there were not an element of truth in what Mr. Dewing said of their hostess that she thought nothing immoral except novels with happy endings. Chiltern did not talk much: he looked at Honora.
I confess I was disappointed in you and I count you my right-hand man." The speech of the educated man, in Mr. Zurich, was overlaid with colloquialism and strange idiom, made a second tongue by long familiarity. "Your left-hand man!" Dewing made the correction with great composure.
The association secured an endorsement of woman suffrage and equal pay for equal work by the United Textile Workers of America, who met in Providence. Mrs. George D. Gladding, daughter of Mrs. Dewing, was appointed chairman of the Committee on College Work and initiated the movement for the College Equal Suffrage League by securing Mrs.
It was not good taste to give a second invitation; evidently Dewing had strong reasons for desiring his company. "If this tinhorn thinks he can pump me, I'll let him try it a while," he reflected. He glanced at his watch. "Three o'clock. I'll tell you what I'll do with you, Dewing," he said: "I'll disport round till supper-time, if I last that long. But I can't go very strong.
Before they had gone a dozen yards Dewing saw the lost spur, far down the hill, lodged under a prickly pear. Stanley, searching intently for his pocketbook, did not see the spur. And Dewing said nothing; he lowered his eyelids to veil a sudden evil thought, and when he raised them again his eyes, which for a little had been clear of all save boyish mischief, were once more tense and hard.
"That's more than I've got, but I'll see you as far as my chips hold out. Wish to Heaven I had a bushel!" Pete sized up his few chips beside Dewing's tall red stacks. "It's a shame to show this hand for such a pitiful little bit of money," he said in an aggrieved voice. "What you got?" Dewing made no move to turn over his cards.
But Dewing wants to be sure I've got 'em. Are they going to slide me four kings? I reckon not. It isn't considered good form to hold four aces against four kings. They'll slip me a king-full, likely, and some one will hold an ace-full." Obligingly Pete spread his three kings fanwise, for the convenience of the onlooker behind the panel.
Shorter called her up over the telephone, and she yielded. "I've got Alfred Dewing for myself," said Elsie Shorter, as she greeted Honora in the hall. "He writes those very clever things you've read them. And Hugh for you," she added significantly. The Shorter cottage, though commodious, was simplicity itself.
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