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Updated: June 16, 2025
He prided himself on the delicacy of his social tact. In the natural course of evolution he would probably never marry, and would become in time an "old beau," haunting ballrooms with reminiscences of old-time belles. Keith, meeting the open air, began to feel his exhilaration. "What I need is my head under a pump for about ten seconds," he told Sansome frankly. "Lord!
"Aren't you really a little de trop?" "I did not come of my own volition at this time, I assure you," he replied a trifle stiffly. The thought that he was suspected of a blunder in social custom stung him; as, in a rather lazily amused way, she knew it would. At this reply she glanced keenly toward Keith, then nodded; slowly. "I see," she conceded. Sansome moved to go.
Nan found that, without her realization, almost in spite of herself, Sansome had managed to isolate her with himself on a little island of mutual understanding, apart from all the rest of the world. Her life was now becoming circumscribed. Household, books, some small individual charities, and long afternoon walks filled her days.
"Cold yes but if the right man could awaken her " he murmured. "Look here, Sansome, do you want that woman?" Sansome looked at his companion haughtily; his eye fell; he drew circles with the bottom of his glass. "By gad!" he cried with a sudden queer burst of fire; "I've got to have her!"
Sherwood surveyed Nan and Ben Sansome leisurely. "I must say she doesn't look crushed," he said, after a moment. "Do you expect her to weep violently?" asked Mrs. Sherwood. He accepted good naturedly the customary feminine scorn for the customary masculine obtuseness. "Well, I don't know that we can help it," said he, philosophically. Mrs. Sherwood appeared to come to a sudden resolution.
At that day Montgomery Street was, as now, the business street, extending from Jackson to Sacramento, the water of the bay leaving barely room for a few houses on its east side, and the public warehouses were on a sandy beach about where the Bank of California now stands, viz., near the intersection of Sansome and California, Streets.
From a group of people preparing to enter a number of vehicles two men came running. Ben Sansome and Morrell, somewhat out of breath, came alongside. They were a little flushed and elevated, but very cordial, and full of reproaches that Keith had so entirely dropped out of sight during the past week. "I tell you, you must come over to our house for supper," said Morrell finally. "Everybody comes."
Morrell; but out of sheer terror she resolutely thrust that idea from her mind. At this appeal Sansome suddenly became maudlin. "You've treated me like a dog lately a yellow dog!" he mourned. "What good did it do to go to your house and be treated like a yellow dog?" Nan's faculties were beginning to rally after the first panic.
His apparent indifference added fuel to Nan's irritation. "If it hadn't been for Ben, I should have been stark, staring crazy, here all alone!". Keith for the first time appeared to notice Sansome's presence. He nodded at him wearily. "Mighty good of you," said he. "I appreciate it." "I thought some man ought to be in the house at a time of such public excitement," rejoined Sansome significantly.
He spoke of Keith often, always in affectionate terms, as of a sort of pal, much as though he and Nan both owned him, he, of course, in a lesser degree. One afternoon, after he had actually been digging away at a bulb bed for half an hour, Nan suggested that he come in for refreshment. Gradually this became a habit. Sansome and Nan sat cozily either side the little Chinese tea table.
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