As she dressed with a flutter, in her little stage room, hearing the voices outside, seeing Mr.Quincel hurrying here and there, noting Mrs.Morgan and Mrs.Hoagland at their nervous work of preparation, seeing all the twenty members of the cast moving about and worrying over what the result would be, she could not help thinking what a delight this would be if it would endure;
how perfect a state, if she could only do well now, and then some time get a place as a real actress.The thought had taken a mighty hold upon her.It hummed in her ears as the melody of an old song.
Outside in the little lobby another scene was begin enacted.
Without the interest of Hurstwood, the little hall would probably have been comfortably filled, for the members of the lodge were moderately interested in its welfare.Hurstwood's word, however, had gone the rounds.It was to be a full-dress affair.The four boxes had been taken.Dr.Norman McNeill Hale and his wife were to occupy one.This was quite a card.C.R.Walker, dry-goods merchant and possessor of at least two hundred thousand dollars, had taken another; a well-known coal merchant had been induced to take the third, and Hurstwood and his friends the fourth.Among the latter was Drouet.The people who were now pouring here were not celebrities, nor even local notabilities, in a general sense.
They were the lights of a certain circle--the circle of small fortunes and secret order distinctions.These gentlemen Elks knew the standing of one another.They had regard for the ability which could amass a small fortune, own a nice home, keep a barouche or carriage, perhaps, wear fine clothes, and maintain a good mercantile position.Naturally, Hurstwood, who was a little above the order of mind which accepted this standard as perfect, who had shrewdness and much assumption of dignity, who held an imposing and authoritative position, and commanded friendship by intuitive tact in handling people, was quite a figure.He was more generally known than most others in the same circle, and was looked upon as some one whose reserve covered a mine of influence and solid financial prosperity.
To-night he was in his element.He came with several friends directly from Rector's in a carriage.In the lobby he met Drouet, who was just returning from a trip for more cigars.All five now joined in an animated conversation concerning the company present and the general drift of lodge affairs.
"Who's here?" said Hurstwood, passing into the theatre proper, where the lights were turned up and a company of gentlemen were laughing and talking in the open space back of the seats.
"Why, how do you do, Mr.Hurstwood?" came from the first individual recognised.
"Glad to see you," said the latter, grasping his hand lightly.
"Looks quite an affair, doesn't it?"
"Yes, indeed," said the manager.
"Custer seems to have the backing of its members," observed the friend.
"So it should," said the knowing manager."I'm glad to see it."
"Well, George," said another rotund citizen, whose avoirdupois made necessary an almost alarming display of starched shirt bosom, "how goes it with you?"
"Excellent," said the manager.
"What brings you over here? You're not a member of Custer."
"Good-nature," returned the manager."Like to see the boys, you know."
"Wife here?"
"She couldn't come to-night.She's not well."
"Sorry to hear it--nothing serious, I hope."
"No, just feeling a little ill."
"I remember Mrs.Hurstwood when she was travelling once with you over to St.Joe--" and here the newcomer launched off in a trivial recollection, which was terminated by the arrival of more friends.
"Why, George, how are you?" said another genial West Side politician and lodge member."My, but I'm glad to see you again;
how are things, anyhow?"
"Very well; I see you got that nomination for alderman."
"Yes, we whipped them out over there without much trouble."
"What do you suppose Hennessy will do now?"
"Oh, he'll go back to his brick business.He has a brick-yard, you know."
"I didn't know that," said the manager."Felt pretty sore, I
suppose, over his defeat."
"Perhaps," said the other, winking shrewdly.
Some of the more favoured of his friends whom he had invited began to roll up in carriages now.They came shuffling in with a great show of finery and much evident feeling of content and importance.
"Here we are," said Hurstwood, turning to one from a group with whom he was talking.
"That's right," returned the newcomer, a gentleman of about forty-five.
"And say," he whispered, jovially, pulling Hurstwood over by the shoulder so that he might whisper in his ear, "if this isn't a good show, I'll punch your head."
"You ought to pay for seeing your old friends.Bother the show!"
To another who inquired, "Is it something really good?" the manager replied:
"I don't know.I don't suppose so." Then, lifting his hand graciously, "For the lodge."
"Lots of boys out, eh?"
"Yes, look up Shanahan.He was just asking for you a moment ago."
It was thus that the little theatre resounded to a babble of successful voices, the creak of fine clothes, the commonplace of good-nature, and all largely because of this man's bidding.Look at him any time within the half hour before the curtain was up, he was a member of an eminent group--a rounded company of five or more whose stout figures, large white bosoms, and shining pins bespoke the character of their success.The gentlemen who brought their wives called him out to shake hands.Seats clicked, ushers bowed while he looked blandly on.He was evidently a light among them, reflecting in his personality the ambitions of those who greeted him.He was acknowledged, fawned upon, in a way lionised.Through it all one could see the standing of the man.It was greatness in a way, small as it was.
