〃I kept out of sight。〃
〃That's an art in itself。〃
〃I had an opportunity； at close range； to study the methods of our
lawmakers。〃
〃They're not particularly edifying；〃 Mr。 Watling replied。 〃But they
seem； unfortunately； to be necessary。〃
Such had been my own thought。
〃Who is this man Krebs？〃 he inquired suddenly。 〃And why didn't Varney
get hold of him and make him listen to reason？〃
〃I'm afraid it wouldn't have been any use；〃 I replied。 〃He was in my
class at Harvard。 I knew himslightly。 He worked his way through； and
had a pretty hard time of it。 I imagine it affected his ideas。〃
〃What is he； a Socialist？〃
〃Something of the sort。〃 In Theodore Watling's vigorous； sanity…exhaling
presence Krebs's act appeared fantastic； ridiculous。 〃He has queer
notions about a new kind of democracy which he says is coming。 I think
he is the kind of man who would be willing to die for it。〃
〃What； in these days！〃 Mr。 Watling looked at me incredulously。 〃If
that's so； we must keep an eye on him； a sincere fanatic is a good deal
more dangerous than a reformer who wants something。 There are such men；〃
he added； 〃but they are rare。 How was the Governor； Trulease？〃 he asked
suddenly。 〃Tractable？〃
〃Behaved like a lamb； although he insisted upon going through with his
little humbug；〃 I said。
Mr。 Watling laughed。 〃They always do；〃 he observed； 〃and waste a lot of
valuable time。 You'll find some light cigars in the corner； Hugh。〃
I sat down beside him and we spent the morning going over the details of
the Ribblevale suit； Mr。 Watling delegating to me certain matters
connected with it of a kind with which I had not hitherto been entrusted；
and he spoke again； before I left； of his intention of taking me into the
firm as soon as the affair could be arranged。 Walking homeward； with my
mind intent upon things to come； I met my mother at the corner of Lyme
Street coming from church。 Her face lighted up at sight of me。
〃Have you been working to…day； Hugh？〃 she asked。
I explained that I had spent the morning with Mr。 Watling。
〃I'll tell you a secret； mother。 I'm going to be taken into the firm。〃
〃Oh； my dear； I'm so glad！〃 she exclaimed。 〃I often think； if only your
father were alive； how happy he would be； and how proud of you。 I wish
he could know。 Perhaps he does know。〃
Theodore Watling had once said to me that the man who can best keep his
own counsel is the best counsel for other men to keep。 I did not go
about boasting of the part I had played in originating the now famous
Bill No。 709； the passage of which had brought about the capitulation of
the Ribblevale Steel Company to our clients。 But Ralph Hambleton knew of
it； of course。
〃That was a pretty good thing you pulled off； Hughie；〃 he said。 〃I
didn't think you had it in you。〃
It was rank patronage； of course； yet I was secretly pleased。 As the
years went on I was thrown more and more with him； though in boyhood
there had been between us no bond of sympathy。 About this time he was
beginning to increase very considerably the Hambleton fortune； and a
little later I became counsel for the Crescent Gas and Electric Company；
in which he had shrewdly gained a controlling interest。 Even toward the
colossal game of modern finance his attitude was characteristically that
of the dilettante； of the amateur； he played it； as it were；
contemptuously； even as he had played poker at Harvard； with a cynical
audacity that had a peculiarly disturbing effect upon his companions。 He
bluffed； he raised the limit in spite of protests； and when he lost one
always had the feeling that he would ultimately get his money back twice
over。 At the conferences in the Boyne Club； which he often attended； his
manner toward Mr。 Dickinson and Mr。 Scherer and even toward Miller Gorse
was frequently one of thinly veiled amusement at their seriousness。 I
often wondered that they did not resent it。 But he was a privileged
person。
His cousin； Ham Durrett； whose inheritance was even greater than Ralph's
had been； had also become a privileged person whose comings and goings
and more reputable doings were often recorded in the newspapers。 Ham had
attained to what Gene Hollister aptly but inadvertently called
〃notoriety〃： as Ralph wittily remarked； Ham gave to polo and women that
which might have gone into high finance。 He spent much of his time in
the East； his conduct there and at home would once have created a black
scandal in our community； but we were gradually leaving our Calvinism
behind us and growing more tolerant： we were ready to Forgive much to
wealth especially if it was inherited。 Hostesses lamented the fact that
Ham was 〃wild；〃 but they asked him to dinners and dances to meet their
daughters。
If some moralist better educated and more far…seeing than Perry Blackwood
（for Perry had become a moralist） had told these hostesses that Hambleton
Durrett was a victim of our new civilization； they would have raised
their eyebrows。 They deplored while they coveted。 If Ham had been told
he was a victim of any sort； he would have laughed。
He enjoyed life； he was genial and jovial； both lavish and parsimonious；…
…this latter characteristic being the curious survival of the trait of
the ancestors to which he owed his millions。 He was growing even
heavier； and decidedly red in the face。
Perry used to take Ralph to task for not saving Ham from his iniquities；
and Ralph would reply that Ham was going to the devil anyway； and not
even the devil himself could stop him。
〃You can stop him； and you know it；〃 Perry retorted indignantly。
〃What do you want me to do with him？〃 asked Ralph。 〃Convert him to the
saintly life I lead？〃
This was a poser。
〃That's a fact；〃 sand Perry； 〃you're no better than he is。〃
〃I don't know what you mean by 'better；'〃 retorted Ralph； grinning。 〃I'm
wiser； that's all。〃 （We had been talking about the ethics of business
when Perry had switched off to Ham。） 〃I believe； at least； in restraint
of trade。 Ham doesn't believe in restraint of any kind。〃
When； therefore； the news suddenly began to be circulated in the Boyne
Club that Ham was showing a tendency to straighten up； surprise and
incredulity were genuine。 He was drinking less；much less； and it was
said that he had severed certain ties that need not again be definitely
mentioned。 The theory of religious regeneration not being tenable； it
was naturally supposed that he had fallen in love； the identity of the
unknown lady becoming a fruitful subject of speculation among the
feminine portion of society。 The announcement of the marriage of
Hambleton Durrett would be news of the first magnitude； to be absorbed
eagerly by the many who had not the honour of his acquaintance；
comparable only to that of a devastating flood or a murder mystery or a
change in the tariff。
Being absorbed in affairs that seemed more important； the subject did not
interest me greatly。 But one cold Sunday afternoon； as I made my way； in
answer to her invitation； to see Nancy Willett； I found myself wondering
idly whether she might not be by way of making a shrewd guess as to the
object of Hambleton's affections。 It was well known that he had
entertained a hopeless infatuation for her； and some were inclined to
attribute his later lapses to her lack of response。 He still called on
her； and her lectures； which she delivered like a great aunt with a
recondite knowledge of the world； he took meekly。 But even she had
seemed powerless to alter his habits。。。。
Powell Street； that happy hunting…ground of my youth； had changed its
character； become contracted and unfamiliar； sooty。 The McAlerys and
other older families who had not decayed with the neighbourhood were
rapidly deserting it； moving out to the new residence district known as
〃the Heights。〃 I came to the Willett House。 That； too； had an air of
shabbiness；of well…tended shabbiness； to be sure； the stone steps had
been scrupulously scrubbed； but one of them was cracked clear across； and
the silver on the polished name…plate was wearing off； even the act of
pulling the knob of a door…bell was becoming obsolete； so used had we
grown to pushing porcelain buttons in bright； new vestibules。 As I
waited for my summons to be answered it struck me as remarkable that
neither Nancy nor her father had been contaminated by the shabbiness that
surrounded them。
She had managed rather marvellously to redeem one room from the old…
fashioned severity of the rest of the house； the library behind the big
〃parlour。〃 It was Nancy's room； eloquent of her daintiness and taste； of
her essential modernity and luxuriousness； and that evening； as I was
ushered into it； this quality of luxuriousness； of being able to shut out
the disagreeable aspects of life that surrounded and threatened her；
particularly impressed me。 She had not lacked opportunities to escape。
I wondered uneasily as I waited why she had not embraced them。 I strayed
about the room。 A coal fire burned in the grate； the red…shaded lamps
gave a subdued but cheerful light； some impulse led me to cross over to
the windows and draw aside the heavy hangings。 Dusk was gathering over
that garden； bleak and frozen now； where we had romped together as
children。 How queer the place seemed！ How shrivelled！ Once it had had
the wide range of a park。 There； still weathering the elements； was the
old…fashioned latticed summer…house； but the fruit…trees that I recalled
as clouds of pink and white were gone。。。。 A touch of poignancy was in
these memories。 I dropped the curtain； and turned to confront Nancy； who
had entered noiselessly。
〃Well； Hugh； were you dreaming？〃 she said。
〃Not exactly；〃 I replied； embarrassed。 〃I was looking at the garden。〃
〃The soot has ruined it。 My life seems to be one continual struggle
against the soot；the blacks； as the English call them。 It's a more
expressive term。 They are like an army； you know； overwhelming in their
relentless invasion。 Well； do sit down。 It is nice of you to come。
You'll have some tea； won't you？〃
The maid had brought in the tray。 Afternoon tea was still rather a new
custom with us； more of a ceremony than a meal