SCOTT GETS INTO SOCIETY.
Four days later, Scott received the following note:
"DEAR SCOTT: I am at the Windsor Hotel. Can you call this evening?
WINDERMERE."
Scott lost no time in responding to the invitation. He was greeted with
the greatest cordiality.
"I am delighted to see you," said the earl. "I missed you more than I
anticipated after you left me. Now I have a favor to ask."
"What is it?" asked Scott.
"I have taken a suite of rooms here, and I have set aside a bedroom for
you. I shall be in the city for four weeks, and I want you with me."
"I am afraid you have forgotten that I am only a boy working for my
living."
"No; I don't forget it. I respect you more for it. In fact, Scott, I
want your company. Will you come?"
"Thank you, Mr. Grant--I can't refuse. I seem to forget that you are an
earl."
"That is what I wish."
Just then there was a knock at the door, and a hall boy entered with a
card.
The person whose name it bore came up directly afterward.
He brought a dinner invitation from a well-known social club. The earl
good-naturedly accepted.
The visitor regarded Scott inquiringly.
"Is this young gentleman one of your party, my lord?" he asked.
"Yes, sir. It is my young friend, Mr. Scott Walton."
"Then I am authorized to include him in the invitation."
Scott looked at the earl inquiringly.
"I accept for him," said the earl, promptly.
He smiled when his visitor left the room.
"You are in for it, Scott," he said. "I advise you to order a dress suit
at once, if you are not provided with one."
"Won't the club think they are imposed upon when they find that I am
only a humble business boy?"
"You are not invited on that ground, but as my intimate friend."
"Then, Mr. Grant, I will throw the whole responsibility upon you," said
Scott, smiling.
"I will accept it. How will it do for me to dub you Sir Scott Walton?"
"It might embarrass me in my business."
"True. Then you shall be plain Mr. Walton. Mind that you get a handsome
suit. It will be expected, as you belong to my party."
One of the leading New York dailies, a few days later, in describing the
dinner, after giving the earl's modest little speech, continued thus:
"The earl was accompanied by a handsome young gentleman, Mr. Scott
Walton, who is understood to be a near relative. Mr. Walton was called
upon for a speech, but modestly declined."
When Ezra Little read this paragraph, he was immensely surprised.
"Read that, Loammi," he said.
"What a humbug that boy is!" said Loammi, much disgusted.
"Humbug or not, he has got into the best society and his success
reflects credit upon us, his cousins."
"The idea of his palming himself off as a relative of the earl!"
"Perhaps he didn't. It was probably a conjecture of the reporter."
"I don't believe it. I feel sure Scott put him up to it. I'd like to
tell him it is all a mistake."
"I won't allow you to do anything of the sort. As the matter stands, it
may lead to the supposition that we also are related to the earl."
This seemed such a clever idea that Ezra determined to act upon it.
When one of his business acquaintances inquired whether Scott was really
a connection of the earl's, he answered: "He is related to me, and there
may also be a distant relationship to the earl. Probably the earl
authorized the statement."
"Why don't you invite the earl to dinner?"
"Egad, I will!" exclaimed the merchant.
The next day Scott received the following note from Mr. Little:
"DEAR SCOTT: Can you induce your friend, the earl, to accept an
invitation to dinner at our house any day next week? It would give
me great pleasure, as an Englishman born, to pay some attention to
so distinguished a representative of my native country. The choice
of the day rests entirely with the earl. We shall be only too glad
to receive him at any time.
"Sincerely, your cousin, EZRA LITTLE."
Scott showed this letter to the earl.
The earl smiled.
"I am glad," he said, "that I have been the means of so cordially
uniting your cousin and yourself. Of course, I know that I am only
invited as your friend."
Scott laughed.
"That didn't occur to me," he said.
"But as to accepting the invitation," continued the earl, "I am afraid I
cannot. Should I accept Mr. Little's invitation, I should be overwhelmed
by similar invitations from other parties."
"He will be terribly disappointed."
"I can partially make it up to him. I will secure a box at one of the
theatres for some evening next week, and invite your uncle's family to
join our party. That will involve no embarrassment."
"I am sure Cousin Ezra will be delighted to accept."
"Then I will make out an invitation which I will send by you. I will
also invite Mr. Tower, your senior employer, as it may help you with
him."
"It will, I am sure."
When Scott called at his uncle's house, Ezra inquired, eagerly: "Did you
receive my note?"
"Yes, Cousin Ezra."
"Will the earl accept my invitation?"
"He would be glad to do so, but it would bring upon him so many others
that it would prove embarrassing."
Mr. Little's face fell.
"Can't you influence him to accept?" he asked, with a degree of
deference that was new to Scott.
"No, but he sends you an invitation."
Scott put in Mr. Little's hands this missive:
"The Earl of Windermere will be glad to have Mr. Ezra Little and
family join him at the Star Theatre next Wednesday evening to see
Henry Irving in 'Hamlet.'
"R. S. V. P."
"Tell the earl I shall be delighted, and so will Mrs. Little and
Loammi," said the gratified merchant.
"I think, Cousin Ezra, etiquette requires a written acceptance."
"Tell me what to write, and I will copy it."
Scott did so, and succeeded in toning down the exuberant terms in which
Mr. Little was at first inclined to couch his acceptance.
Mr. Tower, though a more sensible man, was undeniably flattered by the
invitation which Scott brought him. The earl had called at the store, so
that the invitation was _en règle_.
"Really, Scott," he said, "I shall feel obliged to raise your pay,
since, in addition to your services here, you are introducing me into
such distinguished society."
"I have no objection to that, Mr. Tower," said Scott, smiling.
"And you are really the guest of the earl at the Windsor Hotel? It is
most extraordinary."
"I hope, Mr. Tower, you will appreciate me as much as the earl does."
"I do already, Scott, but for business reasons."
Mr. Little sent for reporters on two of the daily papers, and managed to
have his presence in the earl's box prominently mentioned. Loammi was
immensely gratified, and contrived to make himself conspicuous, while
Scott modestly withdrew into the background.
Seth Lawton happened to reach New York on the morning following the
theatre party. He read in amazement the paragraph which served to
indicate the intimacy of his relatives with the earl.
"My young cousin is getting on," he said. "Well, he deserves it."
Mr. Lawton himself was modest, and was considerably surprised when
Scott brought him a cordial invitation to dine at the Windsor with the
earl.
"I don't know, Scott," he said. "I am an old-fashioned fellow. I am not
used to stylish company."
"The earl will like you all the better on that account."
Scott was right. The Earl of Windermere could see the sterling gold in
Cousin Seth's character, and treated him with a cordiality that pleased
the old man.
"I never thought I should like an earl," he said afterward to Scott,
"but your friend is a trump. He ought to be an American citizen."
Ezra Little was rather disgusted when he heard that Seth Lawton had been
the earl's guest.
"You ought to have prevented it, Scott," he said. "What will the earl
think of us when such a homely old fellow is introduced as a cousin?"
"Cousin Seth and the earl are great friends," replied Scott.
"Humph! I suppose he felt obliged to be polite to him. Seth is a mere
clodhopper."
He would have been surprised to learn that the earl rated the
"clodhopper" higher than himself.