“Did you give that permission?” asked Jane, sternly.
“I did, of course; but if his skin is not so thick as it is red he will never avail himself of it. I noticed he had been drinking, so I told him that at present my mother and sisters wished to converse alone with the Misses Holman, of whom we are the escort, but that before we reached San Diego I thought there might be an opportunity to present his wife, perhaps.”
“What did he say to that?” Alice asked.
“He grinned and said: ‘Pretty large escort, ain't it? About a dozen people.’ Yes, I said, but the young ladies are very nice, and require a great deal of attention. ‘Do they?’ said he, and his yellow eyes leered, and sticking his tongue to one side of his mouth, made his cheek bulge out; he then raised his shoulders and lifted his elbows, as if he would have flown aloft had his arms been wings.”
“How impertinent and vulgar,” Jane exclaimed.
“He is of the genus hoodlum. A bird aboriginal of the San Francisco sand dunes, resembling the peacock,” said Corina Holman.
“What did you do when he made those grimaces?” Alice asked.
“Nothing. I looked at him as if I expected nothing else, considering that it must be natural to him to act like a monkey. My impassibility rather disconcerted him, as evidently he expected me to consider him very funny, and laugh at his droll antics. He added, ‘Any time will do, as my wife is not over-anxious to make acquaintances generally.’ So saying, he threw back the lappels of his coat, putting his thumbs in the arm-holes of his vest, and strutted off, leaving me to guess whether he was making fun of his wife's exclusiveness or ours. He turned back soon, though, and said, ‘We'll call it square, if you come and take a drink.’ When I declined that also, he went off again, and this time angry in good earnest.”
“I hope he will remain so, and not come near you again,” said Jane.
Vain wish! When the boat stopped at Santa Barbara, Roper took that opportunity to present his wife to Mrs. Darrell on the strength of his acquaintance with her husband. He grinned and suppressed a giggle, thinking it was very funny to claim friendly relations with Darrell, whom he had never seen. It was a matter of perfect indifference to him that Mrs. Darrell would find out his falsehood afterward. All that he wanted now was to become acquainted with the Darrell and Holman ladies. In this he succeeded, and what is more, succeeded according to his principles, in utter disregard of truth or self-respect. He trusted to his inventive genius to explain how he came to imagine he was acquainted with Mr. Darrell.