Tom Outland's Story
was treated by the Archduke when he went to
Vienna with his chief the following summer. I had
to hear about balls and receptions, and the names
and titles of all the people he had met at the Duke’s
country estate. I was amazed and ashamed that
a man of fifty, a man of the world, a scholar with
ever so many degrees, should find it worth his while
to show off before a boy, and a boy of such humble
pretensions, who didn’t know how to eat the hors d’œves any more than if an assortment of cocoanuts had been set before him with no hammer.
Imagine my astonishment when, as he was drinking his liqueur, he said carelessly: “By the way,
I was successful in arranging an interview with the Director for you. He will see you at four o’clock on Monday.”
That was Thursday. I spent the time between then and Monday trying to find out something more about the kind of people I had come among. I persuaded Virginia Ward to go to the theatre with me, and she told me that it always took a long while to get anything through with the Director, that I mustn’t lose heart, and she would always be glad to cheer me up. She lived with her mother, a widow lady, and they had me come to dinner and were very nice to me.
All this time I was living with a young married couple who interested me very much, for they were unlike any people I had ever known. The husband
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