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turdy；　square…shouldered；　battered　young　man；　who　wore　on　his　homely　face　a　grin　of　recognition　and　regard。　Jimmy　was　not　particularly　good　at　remembering　faces；　but　this　person's　was　of　a　kind　which　the　poorest　memory　might　have　recalled。　It　was；　as　the　advertisements　say；　distinctively　individual。　The　broken　nose；　the　exiguous　forehead；　and　the　enlarged　ears　all　clamoured　for　recognition。　The　last　time　Jimmy　had　seen　Jerry　Mitchell　had　been　two　years　before　at　the　National　Sporting　Club　in　London；　and；　placing　him　at　once；　he　braced　himself；　as　a　short　while　ago　he　had　braced　himself　to　confound　immaculate　Reggie。
　〃Hello！〃　said　the　battered　one。
　〃Hello　indeed！〃　said　Jimmy　courteously。　〃In　what　way　can　I　brighten　your　life？〃
　The　grin　faded　from　the　other's　face。　He　looked　puzzled。
　〃You're　Jimmy　Crocker；　ain't　you？〃
　〃No。　My　name　chances　to　be　Algernon　Bayliss。〃
　Jerry　Mitchell　reddened。
　〃'Scuse　me。　My　mistake。〃
　He　was　moving　off；　but　Jimmy　stopped　him。　Parting　from　Ann　had　left　a　large　gap　in　his　life；　and　he　craved　human　society。
　〃I　know　you　now；〃　he　said。　〃You're　Jerry　Mitchell。　I　saw　you　fight　Kid　Burke　four　years　ago　in　London。〃
　The　grin　returned　to　the　pugilist's　face；　wider　than　ever。　He　beamed　with　gratification。
　〃Gee！　Think　of　that！　I've　quit　since　then。　I'm　working　for　an　old　guy　named　Pett。　Funny　thing；　he's　Jimmy　Crocker's　uncle　that　I　mistook　you　for。　Say；　you're　a　dead　ringer　for　that　guy！　I　could　have　sworn　it　was　him　when　you　bumped　into　me。　Say；　are　you　doing　anything？〃
　〃Nothing　in　particular。〃
　〃e　and　have　a　yarn。　There's　a　place　I　know　just　round　by　here。〃
　〃Delighted。〃
　They　made　their　way　to　the　place。
　〃What's　yours？〃　said　Jerry　Mitchell。　〃I'm　on　the　wagon　myself；〃　he　said　apologetically。
　〃So　am　I；〃　said　Jimmy。　〃It's　the　only　way。　No　sense　in　always　drinking　and　making　a　disgraceful　exhibition　of　yourself　in　public！〃
　Jerry　Mitchell　received　this　homily　in　silence。　It　disposed　definitely　of　the　lurking　doubt　in　his　mind　as　to　the　possibility　of　this　man　really　being　Jimmy　Crocker。　Though　outwardly　convinced　by　the　other's　denial；　he　had　not　been　able　to　rid　himself　till　now　of　a　nebulous　suspicion。　But　this　convinced　him。　Jimmy　Crocker　would　never　have　said　a　thing　like　that　nor　would　have　refused　the　offer　of　alcohol。　He　fell　into　pleasant　conversation　with　him。　His　mind　eased。
　
　CHAPTER　IX
　MRS。　PETT　IS　SHOCKED
　
　AT　five　o'clock　in　the　afternoon　some　ten　days　after　her　return　to　America；　Mrs。　Pett　was　at　home　to　her　friends　in　the　house　on　Riverside　Drive。　The　proceedings　were　on　a　scale　that　amounted　to　a　reception；　for　they　were　not　only　a　sort　of　official　notification　to　New　York　that　one　of　its　most　prominent　hostesses　was　once　more　in　its　midst；　but　were　also　designed　to　entertain　and　impress　Mr。　Hammond　Chester；　Ann's　father；　who　had　been　spending　a　couple　of　days　in　the　metropolis　preparatory　to　departing　for　South　America　on　one　of　his　frequent　trips。　He　was　very　fond　of　Ann　in　his　curious；　detached　way；　though　he　never　ceased　in　his　private　heart　to　consider　it　injudicious　of　her　not　to　have　been　born　a　boy；　and　he　always　took　in　New　York　for　a　day　or　two　on　his　way　from　one　wild　and　lonely　spot　to　another；　if　he　could　manage　it。
　The　large　drawing…room　overlooking　the　Hudson　was　filled　almost　to　capacity　with　that　strange　mixture　of　humanity　which　Mrs。　Pett　chiefly　affected。　She　prided　herself　on　the　Bohemian　element　in　her　parties；　and　had　bee　during　the　past　two　years　a　human　drag…net；　scooping　Genius　from　its　hiding…place　and　bringing　it　into　the　open。　At　different　spots　in　the　room　stood　the　six　resident　geniuses　to　whose　presence　in　the　home　Mr。　Pett　had　such　strong　objections；　and　in　addition　to　these　she　had　collected　so　many　more　of　a　like　breed　from　the　environs　of　Washington　Square　that　the　air　was　clamorous　with　the　hoarse　cries　of　futurist　painters；　esoteric　Buddhists；　vers　libre　poets；　interior　decorators；　and　stage　reformers；　sifted　in　among　the　more　conventional　members　of　society　who　had　e　to　listen　to　them。　Men　with　new　religions　drank　tea　with　women　with　new　hats。　Apostles　of　Free　Love　expounded　their　doctrines　to　persons　who　had　been　practising　them　for　years　without　realising　it。　All　over　the　room　throats　were　being　strained　and　minds　broadened。
　Mr。　Chester；　standing　near　the　door　with　Ann；　eyed　the　assemblage　with　the　genial　contempt　of　a　large　dog　for　a　voluble　pack　of　small　ones。　He　was　a　massive；　weather…beaten　man；　who　looked　very　like　Ann　in　some　ways　and　would　have　looked　more　like　her　but　for　the　misfortune　of　having　had　some　of　his　face　clawed　away　by　an　irritable　jaguar　with　whom　he　had　had　a　difference　some　years　back　in　the　jungles　of　Peru。
　〃Do　you　like　this　sort　of　thing？〃　he　asked。
　〃I　don't　mind　it；〃　said　Ann。
　〃Well；　I　shall　be　very　sorry　to　leave　you；　Ann；　but　I'm　glad　I'm　pulling　out　of　here　this　evening。　Who　are　all　these　people？〃
　Ann　surveyed　the　gathering。
　〃That's　Ernest　Wisden；　the　playwright；　over　there；　talking　to　Lora　Delane　Porter；　the　feminist　writer。　That's　Clara　What's…her…name；　the　sculptor；　with　the　bobbed　hair。　Next　to　her〃
　Mr。　Chester　cut　short　the　catalogue　with　a　stifled　yawn。
　〃Where's　old　Pete？　Doesn't　he　e　to　these　jamborees？〃
　Ann　laughed。
　〃Poor　uncle　Peter！　If　he　gets　back　from　the　office　before　these　people　leave；　he　will　sneak　up　to　his　room　and　stay　there　till　it's　safe　to　e　out。　The　last　time　I　made　him　e　to　one　of　these　parties　he　was　pounced　on　by　a　woman　who　talked　to　him　for　an　hour　about　the　morality　of　Finance　and　seemed　to　think　that　millionaires　were　the　scum　of　the　earth。〃
　〃He　never　would　stand　up　for　himself。〃　Mr。　Chester's　gaze　hovered　about　the　room；　and　paused。　〃Who's　that　fellow？　I　believe　I've　seen　him　before　somewhere。〃
　A　constant　eddying　swirl　was　animating　the　multitude。　Whenever　the　mass　tended　to　congeal；　something　always　seemed　to　stir　it　up　again。　This　was　due　to　the　restless　activity　of　Mrs。　Pett；　who　held　it　to　be　the　duty　of　a　good　hostess　to　keep　her　guests　moving。　From　the　moment　when　the　room　began　to　fill　till　the　moment　when　it　began　to　empty　she　did　not　cease　to　plough　her　way　to　and　fro；　in　a　manner　equally　reminiscent　of　a　hawk　swooping　on　chickens　and　an　earnest　collegian　bucking　the　line。　Her　guests　were　as　a　result　perpetually　forming　new　ententes　and　binations；　finding　themselves　bumped　about　like　those　little　moving　figures　which　one　sees　in　shop…windows　on　Broadway；　which　revolve　on　a　metal　disc　until；　urged　by　impact　with　another　little　figure；　they　scatter　to　regroup　themselves　elsewhere。　It　was　a　fascinating　feature　of　Mrs。　Pett's　at…homes　and　one　which　assisted　that　mental　broadening　process　already　alluded　to　that　one　never　knew；　when　listening　to　a　discussion　on　the　sincerity　of　Oscar　Wilde；　whether　it　would　not　suddenly　change　in　the　middle　of　a　sentence　to　an　argument　on　the　inner　meaning　of　the　Russian　Ballet。
　Plunging　now　into　a　group　dominated　for　the　moment　by　an　angular　woman　who　was　saying　loud　and　penetrating　things　about　the　suffrage；　Mrs。　Pett　had　seized　and　removed　a　tall；　blonde　young　man　with　a　mild；　vacuous　face。　For　the　past　few　minutes　this　young　man　had　been　sitting　bolt　upright　on　a　chair　with　his　hands　on　his　knees；　so　exactly　in　the　manner　of　an　end…man　at　a　minstrel　show　that　one　would　hardly　have　been　surprised　had　he　burst　into　song　or　asked　a　conundrum。
　Ann　followed　her　father's　gaze。
　〃Do　you　mean　the　man　talking　to　aunt　Nesta？　There；　they've　gone　over　to　speak　to　Willie　Partridge。　Do　you　mean　that　one？〃
　〃Yes。　Who　is　he？〃
　〃Well；　I　like　that！〃　said　Ann。　〃Considering　that　you　introduced　him　to　us！　That's　Lord　Wisbeach；　who　came　to　uncle　Peter　with　a　letter　of　introduction　from　you。　You　met　him　in　Canada。〃
　〃I　remember　now。　I　ran　across　him　in　British　Columbia。　We　camped　together　one　night。　I'd　never　seen　him　before　and　I　didn't　see　him　again。　He　said　he　wanted　a　letter　to　old　Pete　for　some　reason；　so　I　scribbled　him　one　in　pencil　on　the　back　of　an　envelope。　I've　never　met　any　one　who　played　a　better　game　of　draw　poker。　He　cleaned　me　out。　There's　a　lot　in　that　fellow；　in　spite　of　his　looking　like　a　musical　edy　dude。　He's　clever。〃
　Ann　looked　at　him　meditatively。
　〃It's　odd　that　you　should　be　discovering　hidden　virtues　in　Lord　Wisbeach；　father。　I've　been　trying　to　make　up　my　mind　about　him。　He　wants　me　to　marry　him。〃
　〃He　does！　I　suppose　a　good　many　of　these　young　fellows　here　want　the　same　thing；　don't　they；　Ann？〃　Mr。　Chester　looked　at　his　daughter　with　interest。　Her　growing…up　and　being　a　beauty　had　always　been　a　perplexity　to　him。　He　could　never　rid　himself　of　the　impression　of　her　as　a　long…legged　child　in　short　skirts。　〃I　suppose　you're　refusing　them　all　the　time？〃
　〃Every　day　from　ten　to　four；　with　an　hour　off　for　lunch。　I　keep　regular　office　hours。　Admission　on　presentation　of　visiting　card。〃
　〃And　how　do　you　feel　about　this　Lord　Wisbeach？〃
　〃I　don't　know；〃　said　Ann　frankly。　〃He's　very　nice。　Andwhat　is　more　importanthe's　different。　Most　of　the　men　I　know　are　all　turned　out　of　the　same　mould。　Lord　Wisbeachand　one　other　manare　the　only　two　I've　met　who　might　not　be　the　brothers　of　all　the　rest。〃
　〃Who's　the　other？〃
　〃A　man　I　hardly　know。　I　met　him　o