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Julien and Kendricks looked out upon the little scene with interest. Both had been sleepy when they had left the cafe, but there was something stimulating in the sight of this thin but constant stream of people. Kendricks sat up and began to talk. "Julien," he declared, "this Paris never alters. It's a queer little world and a rotten one. We are here just at the ebbing of the tide.
Even in London, among the working classes, it might have been easier. He remembered those few vivid speeches of Kendricks'. What a gift the man had! Always he seemed to see big things in life smouldering underneath the lives of these ordinary people big things unsuspected, invisible. There was nothing of the sort to be found here. The only Paris Julien had ever known was closed to him.
I am inclined to think sometimes, Julien, as a humble admirer from a long way off, that you've worn those kid gloves a little too long." Julien looked across at his friend. Kendricks was still smoking his pipe and he was evidently in earnest. It was obvious, too, that he had more to say.
It will incommode us not in the slightest." "Of all places in the room," Kendricks declared, with a bow, "the most desirable, the most charming. Madame indeed permits and mademoiselle?" There were more bows, more pleasant speeches. A small additional table was quickly brought. Kendricks ignored the more comfortable seat by Julien's side and took a chair with his back to the room.
"For Herr Freudenberg?" suggested Julien. "For Herr Freudenberg, let us pray," Kendricks replied. The husband of madame, the father of mademoiselle, the rightly conceived future papa-in-law-to-be of the attendant young man, rose to his feet in response to a kick from his wife. "If monsieur is looking for a table," he suggested, "there is room here adjoining ours.
Louis stopped for a moment to greet them, turned them over to his brother Stephen, whom he signalled from a stair-landing above, and went on down to the entrance-hall with the Kendricks. "Too bad they're late for the party," he observed. "They had written they couldn't come, I believe. Mother will have to do a bit of figuring to dispose of them.
Kendricks was a personal friend of ours, whom we are very fond of, and we both are very anxious that you should not suppose that we promoted, or that we were not most vigilant that we were for a moment forgetful of your rights in such an affair " I stopped, and Mr. Gage passed his hand across his little meagre, smiling mouth. "Then he is not a connection of yours, Mr. March?" "Bless me, no!"
"Some day I'll come back and be your pupil," Julien promised. "You're a good fellow, David. You've given me something to think about, at any rate, something to think about besides my own misfortunes." "That's just what I set out to do," Kendricks declared. "There are plenty of bigger tragedies than yours loose in the world.
He was not of more than average height; he was dressed, though scrupulously, as unobtrusively as is any quiet gentleman of his years and position; but none the less was there something about him which spoke of the man of affairs, of the leader, the organizer, the general. Alfred Carson came hurrying out of the little office as the two Kendricks came in sight.
Kendricks and I thought alike about the Pompeian house as a model of something that might be done in the way of a seaside cottage in our own country, and we talked up a little paper that might be done for Every Other Week, with pretty architectural drawings, giving an account of our imaginary realisation of the notion.
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