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Popular fancy takes kindly to rough but honest westerners who have begun life in flannel shirts, who have struck gold and come to New York with a fortune but despising effeteness; such a one, tanned by the mountain sun, embarrassed in raiment supplied by a Fifth Avenue tailor, takes a table one evening at Hawtrey's and of course falls desperately in love.
Hawtrey's face betrayed his dismay, and his companion fancied that he would yield to a little further pressure. He had not said anything about the mortgage to Sally, and it would be singularly unpleasant to be turned out upon the prairie within a month or two of his marriage, for he could not count upon being left in possession of the Range much longer.
Creighton's Sally, who was then tripping through the measure on Hawtrey's arm, was native born. She was young and straight straighter in outline than the women of the cities with a suppleness which was less suggestive of the willow than a rather highly-tempered spring.
The westerner follows, forces his way through the portals, engages the villain, and vanquishes him. Leila becomes a Bride. We behold her, at the end, mistress of one of those magnificent stone mansions with grilled vestibules and negro butlers into whose sacred precincts we are occasionally, in the movies, somewhat breathlessly ushered a long way from Hawtrey's restaurant and a hall-bedroom.
It was merely passion, she felt, for she recognised that there was a strain of grossness in him. "No," she said, "that reason was not one which had any weight with me." Hawtrey's face hardened. "Then," he said grimly, "we'll get on to the third. Wyllard's credit is a precious thing to you; sooner than anything should cast a stain on it you would beg a favour from me.
You can tell him your partner's broke his leg, and some of his ribs. Start right now!" Sproatly did her bidding, and when the door closed behind him she flung off her blanket coat and thrust fresh billets into the stove. Then she looked for some coffee in the store cupboard, and set on a kettle; after which she sat down on the floor by Hawtrey's side.
She recognized that there was a strain of grossness in him. "No," she responded, "that reason was not one which had any weight with me." Hawtrey's face darkened. "Then," he said grimly, "we'll get on to the third. Wyllard's credit is a precious thing to you; sooner than anything should cast a stain on it you would beg a favor from me.
His clerks or his firm's, Humphrey and Hawtrey's had witnessed leases, wills, transfers, and powers of attorney, numerous enough to fill the Rolls Office, but so far as was known none of them had ever been called on to attest his own signature. Personally, Mr. Hawtrey had always seemed to Gwen very like an Egyptian God or King, and she would speak of him as Thothmes and Rameses freely.
He was acquainted with Hawtrey's habit of putting things off, and fancied that his debtor would seize upon the first loophole of escape from an embarrassing situation. That was why he gave him a lead. "Well," he said, "there is a way in which he could do it if he wished. He has only to fill in a paper and hand it to me."
Hastings asked if Hawtrey was in, and hearing that he was, turned to Agatha. "Go along and talk to him. I've something to say to Mrs. Nansen," she said. It was with confused feelings, among which a sense of repugnance predominated, that Agatha walked toward Hawtrey's room.
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