He leaned back against the cushions, trying to achieve a coolness of
mind and body. But the heat of the day kept him unpleasantly soluble,
and dismay, that perspiration of the soul, refused to be absorbed by
the pocket-handkerchief of philosophy.
Bailey Bannister was a young man who considered the minding of other
people's business a duty not to be shirked. Life is a rocky road for
such. His motto was 'Let me do it!' He fussed about the affairs
of Bannister & Son; he fussed about the welfare of his friends at the
club; especially, he fussed about his only sister Ruth.
He looked on himself as a sort of guardian to Ruth. Their mother had
died when they were children, and old Mr. Bannister was indifferently
equipped with the paternal instinct. He was absorbed, body and soul, in
the business of the firm. He lived practically a hermit life in the
great house on
Bailey considered, Ruth would have been allowed to do just whatever she
pleased. There were those who said that this was precisely what she
did, despite Brother Bailey.
It is a hard world for a conscientious young man of twenty-seven.
Bailey paid the cab and went into the house. It was deliciously cool in
the hall, and for a moment peace descended on him. But the distant
sound of a piano in the upper regions ejected it again by reminding him
of his mission. He bounded up the stairs and knocked at the door of his
sister's private den.
The piano stopped as he entered, and the girl on the music-stool
glanced over her shoulder.
'Well, Bailey,' she said, 'you look warm.'
'I am warm,' said Bailey in an aggrieved tone. He sat down
solemnly.
'I want to speak to you, Ruth.'
Ruth shut the piano and caused the music-stool to revolve till she
faced him.
'Well?' she said.
Ruth Bannister was an extraordinarily beautiful girl, 'a daughter of
the gods, divinely tall, and most divinely fair.' From her mother she
had inherited the dark eyes and ivory complexion which went so well
with her mass of dark hair; from her father a chin of peculiar
determination and perfect teeth. Her body was strong and supple. She
radiated health.
To her friends Ruth was a source of perplexity. It was difficult to
understand her. In the set in which she moved girls married young; yet
season followed season, and Ruth remained single, and this so obviously
of her own free will that the usual explanation of such a state of
things broke down as soon as it was tested.
In shoals during her first two seasons, and lately with less unanimity,
men of every condition, from a prince, somewhat battered, but still a
prince, to the Bannisters' English butler, a good man, but at the
moment under the influence of tawny port, had laid their hearts at her
feet. One and all, they had been compelled to pick them up and take
them elsewhere. She was generally kind on these occasions, but always
very firm. The determined chin gave no hope that she might yield to
