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The other alien, Launton Oldaker, was present under terms of honourable truce, willingly and without ulterior motive saving as he confessed to himself a consuming desire to see "how the other half lives."
Oldaker, with a sensitive regard for the decencies, refrained from expressing the hearty sympathy he felt for a man who would henceforth be compelled to live out of the world. Percival walked out to Broadway, revolving his plan. He saw it was but six o'clock. He could do nothing for at least an hour. When he noted this he became conscious of his hunger. He had eaten nothing since morning.
Uncle Peter took a final shot at Oldaker. He was observed to be laughing, and inquiry brought this: "I jest couldn't help snickerin' over his idee of God's own country. He thinks God's own country is a little strip of an island with a row of well-fed folks up and down the middle, and a lot of hungry folks on each side. Mebbe he's right. I'll be bound, it needs the love of God.
"But the service is so wretched in the West," suggested Oldaker, the carefully dressed little man with the tired, troubled eyes, whom the world had been deprived of. "I fancy, now, there's not a good waiter this side of New York." "An American," said Percival, "never can make a good waiter or a good valet.
Oldaker observed Miss Psyche Bines approvingly. "We are so glad to be in New York!" she had confided to him, sitting at her right. "My dear young woman," he warned her, "you haven't reached New York yet." The talk being general and loud, he ventured further. "This is Pittsburg, Chicago, Kansas City, Denver almost anything but New York." "Of course I know these are not the swell old families."
At Percival's suggestion of a walk, Miss Milbrey was delighted. After an inspection of the Bines car, in which Oldaker declared he would be willing to live for ever, if it could be anchored firmly in Madison Square, the party separated. Out into the clear air, already cooling under the slanting rays of the sun, the young man and the girl went together.
Oldaker related an incident of the ball given to the Prince of Wales, travelling as Baron Renfrew, on the evening of October 12, 1860, in which his father had figured briefly before the royal guest to the abiding credit of American tact and gentility. Shepler was amused until he became sleepy, whereupon he extended the freedom of his castle to his guests, and retired to his stateroom.
The learned doctor submitted to have his glass refilled from the cooler at his side, dropped another olive into the wine, and resumed before Oldaker could manage an escape. "And how long, you ask, shall the cosmic pendulum swing between these extremes of penurious industry and opulent idleness?" Oldaker had not asked it. But he tried politely to appear as if he had meant to.
"We need two witnesses, you know. I learned that from Oldaker just now." "But do give me a moment, everything is all so whirling and hazy." "Yes, I know like the solar system in its nebulous state. Well, hurry and make those worlds take shape. I can give you sixty seconds to find that I'm the North Star. Ach! I have the Doctor von Herzlich been ge-speaking with come, come!
At four o'clock he had received a hasty note signed "Fidelia Oldaker," penned in the fine, precise script of some young ladies' finishing school perhaps extinct now for fifty years imploring him, if aught of chivalry survived within his breast, to fetch his young grandfather and dine with her that evening.
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