"That was a pretty good thing you pulled off,Hughie,"he said."Ididn'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 *******;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.Ioften 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 ****** 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 Iwaited 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.
