DR. ARCHIE'S VENTURE
you can see us all from a distance now. It 's all to your advantage that you can still take your old interest, is n't it, Mr. Ottenburg?"
"That 's exactly one of her advantages, Dr. Archie. Nobody can ever take that away from her, and none of us who came later can ever hope to rival Moonstone in the impression we make. Her scale of values will always be the Moonstone scale. And, with an artist, that is an advantage." Fred nodded.
Dr. Archie looked at him seriously. "You mean it keeps them from getting affected?"
"Yes; keeps them from getting off the track generally."
While the waiter filled the glasses, Fred pointed out to Thea a big black French barytone who was eating anchovies by their tails at one of the tables below, and the doctor looked about and studied his fellow diners.
"Do you know, Mr. Ottenburg," he said deeply, "these people all look happier to me than our Western people do. Is it simply good manners on their part, or do they get more out of life?"
Fred laughed to Thea above the glass he had just lifted. "Some of them are getting a good deal out of it now, doctor. This is the hour when bench-joy brightens."
Thea chuckled and darted him a quick glance. "Bench-joy! Where did you get that slang?"
"That happens to be very old slang, my dear. Older than Moonstone or the sovereign State of Colorado. Our old friend Mr. Nathanmeyer could tell us why it happens to hit you." He leaned forward and touched Thea's wrist, "See that fur coat just coming in, Thea. It 's D'Albert. He 's just back from his Western tour. Fine head, has n't he?"
"To go back," said Dr. Archie; "I insist that people do look happier here. I 've noticed it even on the street, and especially in the hotels."
Fred turned to him cheerfully. "New York people live
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