Many heads were turned toward them, many questions were asked about who this new beauty could be. Fenway seemed to be known to almost everyone, and several times men came up to the table and spoke to him, but if they had hoped to be introduced to his companion they were disappointed, and they went away muttering angrily.
Lola would drink nothing but tea; in fact she needed nothing stronger; the intoxication of the scenes is as complete sometimes as the intoxication of strong drink, and to this girl, seeing for the first time a glimpse of the thing that to her seemed life, came the birth of a desire that never again left her, the desire to know everything, to experience everything, to live as those persons about her seemed to be living, without thought of anything but the pleasure of the moment, and had she known the price that all who live that life must surely pay, she would still have gone on.
This was the first of several meetings, sometimes alone, sometimes in the company of Mrs. Harlan, to whom he later introduced her. She had frankly told him that first day that her father would never consent to allow him to come to their home, and he had been well content to meet her in places where less restraint was necessary.
To his great surprise, however, he found Lola much better able to protect herself than he had expected. She was what Mrs. Harlan described, after the first time she met her, as "a mighty smooth proposition," and although he knew himself by this time to be madly in love with her, he could not flatter himself with the hope that she was in the very least inclined to allow him to make a fool of her. Mrs. Harlan in fact did not hesitate to inform him that he was the one who was playing the fool. She rather coarsely described the affair as "a ten to one shot against him."
"Why don't you hurry up that divorce and marry the girl?" she demanded of him on the afternoon on which Lola had made the appointment to meet him. "You are crazy about her, and it's the only way she'll ever listen to you. If you don't look out she'll marry that young bank clerk and leave you flat."
"I doubt it," replied Dick, sulkily. "John Dorris is one of those nice boys, like you read about, and the way Lola is coming on lately he wouldn't have speed enough to keep up with her. She may marry him, I don't say she won't, but if she does God help him."