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Dryfoos necessarily depended upon him for advice concerning the scope and nature of the dinner,but he received the advice suspiciously,and contested points of obvious propriety with pertinacious stupidity.

Fulkerson said that when it came to the point he would rather have had the thing,as he called it,at Delmonico's or some other restaurant;but when he found that Dryfoos's pride was bound up in having it at his own house,he gave way to him.Dryfoos also wanted his woman-cook to prepare the dinner,but Fulkerson persuaded him that this would not do;he must have it from a caterer.Then Dryfoos wanted his maids to wait at table,but Fulkerson convinced him that this would be incongruous at a man's dinner.It was decided that the dinner should be sent in from Frescobaldi's,and Dryfoos went with Fulkerson to discuss it with the caterer.He insisted upon having everything explained to him,and the reason for having it,and not something else in its place;and he treated Fulkerson and Frescobaldi as if they were in league to impose upon him.

There were moments when Fulkerson saw the varnish of professional politeness cracking on the Neapolitan's volcanic surface,and caught a glimpse of the lava fires of the cook's nature beneath;he trembled for Dryfoos,who was walking rough-shod over him in the security of an American who had known how to make his money,and must know how to spend it;but he got him safely away at last,and gave Frescobaldi a wink of sympathy for his shrug of exhaustion as they turned to leave him.

It was at first a relief and then an anxiety with Fulkerson that Lindau did not come about after accepting the invitation to dinner,until he appeared at Dryfoos's house,prompt to the hour.There was,to be sure,nothing to bring him;but Fulkerson was uneasily aware that Dryfoos expected to meet him at the office,and perhaps receive some verbal acknowledgment of the honor done him.Dryfoos,he could see,thought he was doing all his invited guests a favor;and while he stood in a certain awe of them as people of much greater social experience than himself,regarded them with a kind of contempt,as people who were going to have a better dinner at his house than they could ever afford to have at their own.He had finally not spared expense upon it;after pushing Frescobaldi to the point of eruption with his misgivings and suspicions at the first interview,he had gone to him a second time alone,and told him not to let the money stand between him and anything he would like to do.In the absence of Frescobaldi's fellow-conspirator he restored himself in the caterer's esteem by adding whatever he suggested;and Fulkerson,after trembling for the old man's niggardliness,was now afraid of a fantastic profusion in the feast.Dryfoos had reduced the scale of the banquet as regarded the number of guests,but a confusing remembrance of what Fulkerson had wished to do remained with him in part,and up to the day of the dinner he dropped in at Frescobaldi's and ordered more dishes and more of them.He impressed the Italian as an American original of a novel kind;and when he asked Fulkerson how Dryfoos had made his money,and learned that it was primarily in natural gas,he made note of some of his eccentric tastes as peculiarities that were to be caressed in any future natural-gas millionaire who might fall into his hands.He did not begrudge the time he had to give in explaining to Dryfoos the relation of the different wines to the different dishes;Dryfoos was apt to substitute a costlier wine where he could for a cheaper one,and he gave Frescobaldi carte blanche for the decoration of the table with pieces of artistic confectionery.Among these the caterer designed one for a surprise to his patron and a delicate recognition of the source of his wealth,which he found Dryfoos very willing to talk about,when he intimated that he knew what it was.

Dryfoos left it to Fulkerson to invite the guests,and he found ready acceptance of his politeness from Kendricks,who rightly regarded the dinner as a part of the 'Every Other Week'business,and was too sweet and kind-hearted,anyway,not to seem very glad to come.March was a matter of course;but in Colonel Woodburn,Fulkerson encountered a reluctance which embarrassed him the more because he was conscious of having,for motives of his own,rather strained a point in suggesting the colonel to Dryfoos as a fit subject for invitation.There had been only one of the colonel's articles printed as yet,and though it had made a sensation in its way,and started the talk about that number,still it did not fairly constitute him a member of the staff,or even entitle him to recognition as a regular contributor.Fulkerson felt so sure of pleasing him with Dryfoos's message that he delivered it in full family council at the widow's.His daughter received it with all the enthusiasm that Fulkerson had hoped for,but the colonel said,stiffly,"I have not the pleasure of knowing Mr.Dryfoos."Miss Woodburn appeared ready to fall upon him at this,but controlled herself,as if aware that filial authority had its limits,and pressed her lips together without saying anything.

"Yes,I know,"Fulkerson admitted."But it isn't a usual case.Mr.

Dryfoos don't go in much for the conventionalities;I reckon he don't know much about 'em,come to boil it down;and he hoped"--here Fulkerson felt the necessity of inventing a little--"that you would excuse any want of ceremony;it's to be such an informal affair,anyway;we're all going in business dress,and there ain't going to be any ladies.He'd have come himself to ask you,but he's a kind of a bashful old fellow.It's all right,Colonel Woodburn.""I take it that it is,sir,"said the colonel,courteously,but with unabated state,"coming from you.But in these matters we have no right to burden our friends with our decisions.""Of course,of course,"said Fulkerson,feeling that he had been delicately told to mind his own business.