Bob was delighted; his fancy took fire, and already he was far along toward prosperity.  “You’ll make a hit with the younger set; you’ll be a perfect rave.  Bert Hayman told me to-day that his married sister is entertaining a lot, and, since the drama will be tottering on its way to destruction without you in a few days, I’ll tell him to see that we’re invited out to Long Island for a week-end.”

CHAPTER XXII

Under Lorelei’s encouragement Bob put in the next two weeks to good advantage.  In fact, so obsessed was he with his new employment that it was not long before his imaginary bet with Cady assumed reality in his mind.  Moreover, it became gossip around his clubs; and in quarters where he was well known his method of winning the wager was deemed not only characteristic, but ingenious.  His exploits were famous; and his friends, rejoicing in one more display of eccentricity, and relishing any mild misfortune to Dick Cady, in the majority of cases changed tailors.

Business at Kurtz’s increased so substantially that Bob was treated with a reverential amazement by every one in the shop.  The other salesmen gazed upon him with envy; Kurtz’s bearing changed in a way that was extremely gratifying to one who had been universally accounted a failure.  And Bob expanded under success; he began to feel more than mere amusement in his experiment.

His marriage in some way had become public, but, although it occasioned some comment, the affair was too old to be of much news value, and therefore it did not get into the papers except as an announcement.  Now that he had escaped the disagreeable notoriety he had expected and was possessed of larger means, Bob—­ inordinately proud of his wife’s beauty and boyishly eager to display it—­undertook to win social recognition for her.  It was no difficult task for one with his wide acquaintance to make a beginning.  Lorelei was surprised and delighted one day to receive an invitation for her and her husband to spend a week-end at Fennellcourt, the country home of Bert Hayman’s sister.

She had not been sorry to give up her theatrical work, and the prospect of meeting nice people, of leaving for good and all the sordid, unhealthy atmosphere of Broadway, bathed her in a glow of anticipation.  She had considerable knowledge of rich men, in their hours of recreation at least, but of their women she knew little, and nothing whatever of the life which went on in exclusive circles.  During the fortnight of preparation before the visit her feelings more nearly approached stage-fright than upon the occasion of her first public appearance.