Van Bibber and Others eBook

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That was perhaps the proudest night in the history of Walters.  He had always felt that he was born out of his proper sphere, and to-night he was assured of it.  He was a little nervous at first, lest some of Van Bibber’s friends should come in and recognize him; but as the dinner progressed and the warm odor of the dishes touched his sense, and the rich wines ran through his veins, and the women around him smiled and bent and moved like beautiful birds of beautiful plumage, he became content, grandly content; and he half closed his eyes and imagined he was giving a dinner to everybody in the place.  Vain and idle thoughts came to him and went again, and he eyed the others about him calmly and with polite courtesy, as they did him, and he felt that if he must later pay for this moment it was worth the paying.

Then he gave the waiter a couple of dollars out of his own pocket and wrote Van Bibber’s name on the check, and walked in state into the cafe, where he ordered a green mint and a heavy, black, and expensive cigar, and seated himself at the window, where he felt that he should always have sat if the fates had been just.  The smoke hung in light clouds about him, and the lights shone and glistened on the white cloths and the broad shirt-fronts of the smart young men and distinguished foreign-looking older men at the surrounding tables.

And then, in the midst of his dreamings, he heard the soft, careless drawl of his master, which sounded at that time and in that place like the awful voice of a condemning judge.  Van Bibber pulled out a chair and dropped into it.  His side was towards Walters, so that he did not see him.  He had some men with him, and he was explaining how he had missed his train and had come back to find that one of the party had eaten the dinner without him, and he wondered who it could be; and then turning easily in his seat he saw Walters with the green mint and the cigar, trembling behind a copy of the London Graphic.

“Walters!” said Van Bibber, “what are you doing here?”

Walters looked his guilt and rose stiffly.  He began with a feeble “If you please, sir—­”

“Go back to my rooms and wait for me there,” said Van Bibber, who was too decent a fellow to scold a servant in public.

Walters rose and left the half-finished cigar and the mint with the ice melting in it on the table.  His one evening of sublimity was over, and he walked away, bending before the glance of his young master and the smiles of his master’s friends.

When Van Bibber came back he found on his dressing-table a note from Walters stating that he could not, of course, expect to remain longer in his service, and that he left behind him the twenty-eight dollars which the dinner had cost.

“If he had only gone off with all my waistcoats and scarf-pins, I’d have liked it better,” said Van Bibber, “than his leaving me cash for infernal dinner.  Why, a servant like Walters is worth twenty-eight-dollar dinners—­twice a day.”

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