A CONNOISSEUR’S VAGARY

“Hello!” I said, as I took down the receiver of my desk ’phone, in answer to the call.

“Mr. Vantine wishes to speak to you, sir,” said the office-boy.

“All right,” and I heard the snap of the connection.

“Is that you, Lester?” asked Philip Vantine’s voice.

“Yes.  So you’re back again?”

“Got in yesterday.  Can you come up to the house and lunch with me to-day?”

“I’ll be glad to,” I said, and meant it, for I liked Philip Vantine.

“I’ll look for you, then, about one-thirty.”

And that is how it happened that, an hour later, I was walking over toward Washington Square, just above which, on the Avenue, the old Vantine mansion stood.  It was almost the last survival of the old regime; for the tide of business had long since overflowed from the neighbouring streets into the Avenue and swept its fashionable folk far uptown.  Tall office and loft buildings had replaced the brownstone houses; only here and there did some old family hold on, like a sullen and desperate rear-guard defying the advancing enemy.

Philip Vantine was one of these.  He had been born in the house where he still lived, and declared that he would die there.  He had no one but himself to please in the matter, since he was unmarried and lived alone, and he mitigated the increasing roar and dust of the neighbourhood by long absences abroad.  It was from one of these that he had just returned.

I may as well complete this pencil-sketch.  Vantine was about fifty years of age, the possessor of a comfortable fortune, something of a connoisseur in art matters, a collector of old furniture, a little eccentric—­though now that I have written the word, I find that I must qualify it, for his only eccentricity was that he persisted, in spite of many temptations, in remaining a bachelor.  Marriageable women had long since ceased to consider him; mothers with maturing daughters dismissed him with a significant shake of the head.  It was from them that he got the reputation of being an eccentric.  But his reasons for remaining single in no way concerned his lawyers—­a position which our firm had held for many years, and the active work of which had come gradually into my hands.

It was not very arduous work, consisting for the most part of the drawing of leases, the collecting of rents, the reinvestment of funds, and the adjustment of minor differences with tenants—­all of which were left to our discretion.  But occasionally it was necessary to consult our client on some matter of unusual importance, or to get his signature to some paper, and, at such times, I always enjoyed the talk which followed the completion of the business; for Vantine was a good talker, with a knowledge of men and of the world gained by much travel and by a detached, humourous and penetrating habit of mind.

He came forward to meet me, as I gave his man my hat and stick, and we shook hands heartily.  I was glad to see him, and I think he was glad to see me.  He was looking in excellent health, and brown from the voyage over.