And, running upstairs to the left, she began calling:
“Oh, Marie!
Sadie!
Caroline!
They is some young gentlemen in the parlor.”
And at that moment, from a door in the rear, there emerged a tall, slim and rather pale-faced woman of about thirty-eight or forty — very erect, very executive, very intelligent and graceful-looking — diaphanously and yet modestly garbed, who said, with a rather wan and yet encouraging smile:
“Oh, hello, Oscar, it’s you, is it?
And you too, Paul. Hello!
Hello, Davis!
Just make yourselves at home anywhere, all of you.
Fannie will be in in a minute.
She’ll bring you something to drink.
I’ve just hired a new pianist from St. Joe — a Negro.
Wait’ll you hear him.
He’s awfully clever.”
She returned to the rear and called,
“Oh, Sam!”
As she did so, nine girls of varying ages and looks, but none apparently over twenty-four or five — came trooping down the stairs at one side in the rear, and garbed as Clyde had never seen any women dressed anywhere.
And they were all laughing and talking as they came — evidently very well pleased with themselves and in nowise ashamed of their appearance, which in some instances was quite extraordinary, as Clyde saw it, their costumes ranging from the gayest and flimsiest of boudoir negligees to the somewhat more sober, if no less revealing, dancing and ballroom gowns.
And they were of such varied types and sizes and complexions — slim and stout and medium — tall or short — and dark or light or betwixt.
And, whatever their ages, all seemed young. And they smiled so warmly and enthusiastically.
“Oh, hello, sweetheart!
How are you?
Don’t you want to dance with me?” or
“Wouldn’t you like something to drink?” ? Chapter 10
P repared as Clyde was to dislike all this, so steeped had he been in the moods and maxims antipathetic to anything of its kind, still so innately sensual and romantic was his own disposition and so starved where sex was concerned, that instead of being sickened, he was quite fascinated.
The very fleshly sumptuousness of most of these figures, dull and unromantic as might be the brains that directed them, interested him for the time being.
After all, here was beauty of a gross, fleshly character, revealed and purchasable.
And there were no difficulties of mood or inhibitions to overcome in connection with any of these girls.
One of them, a quite pretty brunette in a black and red costume with a band of red ribbon across her forehead, seemed to be decidedly at home with Higby, for already she was dancing with him in the back room to a jazz melody most irrationally hammered out upon the piano.
And Ratterer, to Clyde’s surprise, was already seated upon one of the gilt chairs and upon his knees was lounging a tall young girl with very light hair and blue eyes.
And she was smoking a cigarette and tapping her gold slippers to the melody of the piano.
It was really quite an amazing and Aladdin-like scene to him.
And here was Hegglund, before whom was standing a German or Scandinavian type, plump and pretty, her arms akimbo and her feet wide apart.
And she was asking — with an upward swell of the voice, as Clyde could hear:
“You make love to me to-night?”
But Hegglund, apparently not very much taken with these overtures, calmly shook his head, after which she went on to Kinsella.
And even as he was looking and thinking, a quite attractive blonde girl of not less than twenty-four, but who seemed younger to Clyde, drew up a chair beside him and seating herself, said:
“Don’t you dance?”
He shook his head nervously.
“Want me to show you?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to try here,” he said.
“Oh, it’s easy,” she continued.
“Come on!”
But since he would not, though he was rather pleased with her for being agreeable to him, she added:
“Well, how about something to drink then?”
“Sure,” he agreed, gallantly, and forthwith she signaled the young Negress who had returned as waitress, and in a moment a small table was put before them and a bottle of whisky with soda on the side — a sight that so astonished and troubled Clyde that he could scarcely speak.
He had forty dollars in his pocket, and the cost of drinks here, as he had heard from the others, would not be less than two dollars each, but even so, think of him buying drinks for such a woman at such a price!
And his mother and sisters and brother at home with scarcely the means to make ends meet.
And yet he bought and paid for several, feeling all the while that he had let himself in for a terrifying bit of extravagance, if not an orgy, but now that he was here, he must go through with it.