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Suddenly she laughed at herself in the little mirror, laughed softly but heartily. This was the guardian whom Fate had sent for her! If Elizabeth had only understood! Later in the evening, Beatrice and Tavernake traveled together in a motor omnibus from their rooms at Chelsea to Northumberland Avenue. Tavernake was getting quite used to the programme by now.
I don't blame you, Mr. Tavernake, but listen." "Well?" Tavernake interjected. The professor's fingers gripped his arm. "You've known Beatrice longer you don't know Elizabeth very well, but let me tell you this. Elizabeth is a very wonderful person.
Tavernake ushered him into the retiring room, and the other two musicians who were there stared at him as at a god. "This is the gentleman whose card you have, Beatrice," Tavernake announced. "Mr. Sidney Grier Miss Tavernake!" The man smiled. "Your brother seems to be suspicious of me," he declared.
Tavernake opened the window after his visitor had gone, and leaned out for some few minutes, letting the fresh air into the close, stifling room. Then he went upstairs, bathed and changed his clothes, made some pretense at breakfast, went through his letters with methodical exactness. At eleven o'clock he set out upon his pilgrimage.
Wenham Gardner looked, for a moment, as though she would have struck him. "You need not lie to me!" she exclaimed. "It is not worth while. Tell me where you met her, why you were with her at all in that intimate fashion, and where she is now!" Tavernake realized at once that so far as this woman was concerned, the fable of his relationship with Beatrice was hopeless. She knew!
"Why, there are five or six of the girls from the theatre here already. There are two, see, at the corner table, and the fair-haired girl she is just behind me in the chorus." Tavernake glanced around. The young women whom she pointed out were all escorted by men who were scrupulously attired in evening dress. She seemed to read his thoughts as she laughed at him. "You stupid boy," she said.
"Put those on," he directed. "What are we going to do?" Tavernake asked. "You are going to help me," Pritchard answered. "Take my word for it, Tavernake, it's all right. I could tackle the job alone, but I'd rather not. Now drink this whiskey and soda and light a cigarette. I shall be ready in five minutes." "But where are we going?" Tavernake demanded.
All I know is that Elizabeth is one of those people who can just do what she likes with men. I am her father and I am her slave. I tell myself that I would rather be with Beatrice, and I am as powerless to go as though I were bound with chains. You are a young ignorant man, Mr. Tavernake, you know nothing of life, and I will give you a word of warning.
Dowling, Spence & Company. The man whom Tavernake had left walking up and down the corridor lost no time in presenting himself once more at the apartments of Mrs. Wenham Gardner. He entered the suite without ceremony, carefully closing both doors behind him. It became obvious then that his deportment on the occasion of his previous appearance had been in the nature of a bluff.
"There is nothing to be terrified about," Tavernake answered. "To all effects and purposes, I am in another room. When I move to the door, as I shall do directly, I shall drag the screen with me. I can promise you " "Please explain everything," she begged, "quickly. I am most uncomfortable."
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