her at the Magnifique for tea, and
the card she scribbled for him with a silver pencil. She gave it with the
prettiest gesture, leaning from her gondola to his as they parted. She
turned again, as the water between them widened, and with her "~Au
revoir~" offered him a faintly wistful smile to remember.
All the way to Rome the noises of the train beat out the measure of his
Parisian verses:
~Marquise, ma belle~, with your kerchief of lace Awave from your
flying car--
He came out of his reverie with a start. A dozen men and women,
dressed for dinner, with a gold-fish officer or two among them, swam
leisurely through the aquarium on their way to the hotel restaurant.
They were the same kind of people who had sat at the little tables for
tea--people of the great world, thought Mellin: no vulgar tourists or
"trippers" among them; and he shuddered at the remembrance of his
pension (whither it was time to return) and its conscientious students of
Baedeker, its dingy halls and permanent smell of cold food. Suddenly a
high resolve lit his face: he got his coat and hat from the brass-and-blue
custodian in the lobby, and without hesitation entered the "bureau."
"I 'm not quite satisfied where I am staying--where I'm stopping, that
is," he said to the clerk. "I think I'll take a room here."
"Very well, sir. Where shall I send for your luggage?"
"I shall bring it myself," replied Mellin coldly, "in my cab."
He did not think it necessary to reveal the fact that he was staying at
one of the cheaper pensions; and it may be mentioned that this
reticence (as well as the somewhat chilling, yet careless, manner of a
gentleman of the "great world" which he assumed when he returned
with his trunk and bag) very substantially increased the rate put upon
the room he selected at the Magnifique. However, it was with great
satisfaction that he found himself installed in the hotel, and he was too
recklessly exhilarated, by doing what he called the "right thing," to
waste any time wondering what the "right thing" would do to the
diminishing pad of express checks he carried in the inside pocket of his
waistcoat.
"Better live a fortnight like a gentleman," he said, as he tossed his shoes
into a buhl cabinet, "than vegetate like a tourist for a year."
He had made his entrance into the "great world" and he meant to hold
his place in it as one "to the manor born." Its people should not find
him lacking: he would wear their manner and speak their language--no
gaucherie should betray him, no homely phrase escape his lips.
This was the chance he had always hoped for, and when he fell asleep
in his gorgeous, canopied bed, his soul was uplifted with happy
expectations.
II. Music on the Pincio
The following afternoon found him still in that enviable condition as he
stood listening to the music on the Pincian Hill. He had it of rumor that
the Fashion of Rome usually took a turn there before it went to tea, and
he had it from the lady herself that Madame de Vaurigard would be
there. Presently she came, reclining in a victoria, the harness of her
horses flashing with gold in the sunshine. She wore a long ermine stole;
her hat was ermine; she carried a muff of the same fur, and Mellin
thought it a perfect finish to the picture that a dark gentleman of an
appearance most distinguished should be sitting beside her. An Italian
noble, surely!
He saw the American at once, nodded to him and waved her hand. The
victoria went on a little way beyond the turn of the drive, drew out of
the line of carriages, and stopped.
"Ah, Monsieur Mellin," she cried, as he came up, "I am glad! I was so
foolish yesterday I didn' give you the address of my little apartment an'
I forgot to ask you what is your hotel. I tol' you I would come here for
my drive, but still I might have lost you for ever. See what many people!
It is jus' that Fate again."
She laughed, and looked to the Italian for sympathy in her kindly
merriment. He smiled cordially upon her, then lifted his hat and smiled
as cordially upon Mellin.
"I am so happy to fin' myself in Rome that I forget"--Madame de
Vaurigard went on--"~ever'sing!~ But now I mus' make sure not to lose
you. What is your hotel?"
"Oh, the Magnifique," Mellin answered carelessly. "I suppose
everybody that one knows stops there. One does stop there, when one is
in Rome, doesn't one?"
"Everybody go' there for tea, and to eat, sometime, but to stay
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