His head was as flat As the head of a cat, This quadrupetantical Ounce, ---tical Ounce, This quadrupetantical Ounce.
"You'd think from his name he was small, But that was not like him at all.
He weighed, I'll be bound, Three or four hundred pound, And he looked most uncommonly tall, --monly tall, And he looked most uncommonly tall.""Bravo! bravo!" cried Travis, pounding on the table. "Hear, hear--none, Brutus, none."
Condy sat down on the table and swung his legs But during the next few moments, while they were eating the last of their cheese, his good spirits fell rapidly away from him. He heaved a sigh, and thrust both hands gloomily into his pockets.
"Cheese, Condy?" asked Travis.
He shook his head with a dark frown, muttering: "No cheese, no cheese.""What's wrong, Condy--what's the matter?" asked Travis, with concern.
For some time he would not tell her, answering all her inquiries by closing his eyes and putting his chin in the air, nodding his head in knowing fashion.
"But what is it?"
"You don't respect me," he muttered; and for a long time this was all that could be got from him. No, no, she did not respect him;no, she did not take him seriously.
"But of course I do. Why don't I? Condy Rivers, what's got into you NOW?""No, no; I know it. I can tell. You don't take me seriously.
You don't respect me."
"But why?"
"Make a blooming buffoon of myself," he mumbled tragically.
In great distress Travis labored to contradict him. Why, they had just been having a good time, that was all. Why, she had been just as silly as he. Condy caught at the word.
"Silly! There. I knew it. I told you. I'm silly. I'm a buffoon.--But haven't we had a great afternoon?" he added, with a sudden grin.
"I never remember," announced Travis emphatically, "when I've had a better time than I've had to-day; and I know just why it's been such a success.""Why, then?"
"Because we've had no foolishness. We've just been ourselves, and haven't pretended we were in love with each other when we are not.
Condy, let's do this lots."
"Do what?"
"Go round to queer little, interesting little places. We've had a glorious time to-day, haven't we?--and we haven't been talked out once.
"As we were last night, for instance," he hazarded.
"I THOUGHT you felt it, the same as I did. It WAS a bit awful wasn't it?""It was."
"From now on, let's make a resolution. I know you've had a good time to-day. Haven't you had a better time than if you had gone to the Tea?'""Well, RATHER. I don't know when I've had a better, jollier afternoon.""Well, now, we're going to try to have lots more good times, but just as chums. We've tried the other, and it failed. Now be sincere; didn't it fail?""It worked out. It DID work out."
"Now from this time on, no more foolishness. We'll just be chums.""Chums it is. No more foolishness."
"The moment you begin to pretend you're in love with me, it will spoil everything. It's funny," said Travis, drawing on her gloves. "We're doing a funny thing, Condy. With ninety-nine people out of one hundred, this little affair would have been all ended after our 'explanation' of last night--confessing, as we did, that we didn't love each other. Most couples would have 'drifted apart'; but here we are, planning to be chums, and have good times in our own original, unconventional way--and we can do it, too. There, there, he's a thousand miles away. He's not heard a single word I've said. Condy, are you listening to me?""Blix," he murmured, staring at her vaguely. "Blix--you look that way; I don't know, look kind of blix. Don't you feel sort of blix?" he inquired anxiously.
"Blix?"
He smote the table with his palm. "Capital!" he cried; "sounds bully, and snappy, and crisp, and bright, and sort of sudden.
Sounds--don't you know, THIS way?"--and he snapped his fingers.
"Don't you see what I mean? Blix, that's who you are. You've always been Blix, and I've just found it out. Blix," he added, listening to the sound of the name. "Blix, Blix. Yes, yes;that's your name."
"Blix?" she repeated; "but why Blix?"
"Why not?"
"I don't know why not."
"Well, then," he declared, as though that settled the question.
They made ready to go, as it was growing late.
"Will you tie that for me, Condy," she asked, rising and turning the back of her head toward him, the ends of the veil held under her fingers. "Not too tight. Condy, don't pull it so tight.
There, there, that will do. Have you everything that belongs to you? I know you'll go away and leave something here. There's your cigarette case, and your book, and of course the banjo."As if warned by a mysterious instinct, the fat Chinaman made his appearance in the outer room. Condy put his fingers into his vest pocket, then dropped back upon his stool with a suppressed exclamation of horror.
"Condy!" exclaimed Blix in alarm, "are you sick?"--for he had turned a positive white.
"I haven't a cent of money," he murmured faintly. "I spent my last quarter for those beastly crackers. What's to be done? What is to be done? I'll--I'll leave him my watch. Yes, that's the only thing."Blix calmly took out her purse. "I expected it," she said resignedly. "I knew this would happen sooner or later, and Ialways have been prepared. How much is it, John?" she asked of the Chinaman.
"Hefahdollah."
"I'll never be able to look you in the face again," protested Condy. "I'll pay you back to-night. I will! I'll send it up by a messenger boy.""Then you WOULD be a buffoon."
"Don't!" he exclaimed. "Don't, it humiliates me to the dust.""Oh, come along and don't be so absurd. It must be after five."Half-way down the brass-bound stairs, he clapped his hand to his head with a start.
"And NOW what is it?" she inquired meekly.
"Forgotten, forgotten!" he exclaimed. "I knew I would forget something.""I knew it, you mean."
He ran back, and returned with the great bag of crackers, and thrust it into her hands. "Here, here, take these. We mustn't leave these," he declared earnestly. "It would be a shameful waste of money;" and in spite of all her protests, he insisted upon taking the crackers along.
