"_Daisy!_" he stammered. "_Daisy!_"
But she sprang away as he tried to embrace her, and standing two yards off, tauntingly cried that he did not know what love was, and that no one could ever teach him. Taking up the challenge he started toward her.
She ran away, he in pursuit. She had gone but a few steps when she tripped over an object in the path and went down. In trying to stop himself Roseleaf fell by her side.
"Daisy!" he cried. "Are you injured?"
She did not answer. In the darkness he saw her lying there so still that he was frightened. He caught her pa.s.sionately in his arms, and knew no better way to bring her to consciousness than to rain kisses on her cheeks. As might be expected this only served to prolong her swoon, which was not a very genuine one, if the truth must be told, and it was some seconds before she opened her eyes and caught him, as one might say, in the act.
"How dare you!" she demanded, shrinking away from him.
"Daisy, my darling!" he answered, his voice tremulous. "I thought you were dead, and I knew for the first time how dearly, how truly I loved you!"
She laughed, not very heartily. She had hurt herself truly in her fall, and her feminine nerves were jarred.
"You are doing nicely," she said. "For a beginner, one could ask nothing better. And now, if you will help to rise, I think it would be more proper."
"No." He spoke with force and pa.s.sion. "You must not think I am trifling. _I love you!_ Yes, I love you! _I worship you!_"
"I do not see," she remarked, insisting in spite of him that she must a.s.sume a standing position, "how you differ in your expressions from the lovers I have read of in novels. It is quite time that we returned to the house. To-morrow, if you like, I will give you another lesson."
Shirley was a picture of utter despair. His new sensations almost overwhelmed him. In one second the dead arteries in his body had leaped into the fullest life. The touch of that young maiden"s lips had galvanized him. He could not bear to leave her with those mocking words.
But at that moment a voice was heard in the direction of the residence.
"Miss--Dai-sy! Miss--Dai-sy!"
It was Hannibal, who had returned from a drive with Mr. Fern. They could see him dimly coming across the lawn with the girl"s cloak in his hand.
Daisy, with one quick grasp of the fingers that hung close to hers, said good-night to her companion, and started in the direction of the servant. If she intended--as seemed probable--to pretend she was out alone, Roseleaf did not mean to share in that deception, and he followed close behind her.
"Here I am, Hannibal," called Daisy. "Ah, you have my coat. It was very kind of you. Has papa come home? I am coming in. I did not think how late it was."
The negro stopped as he saw the strollers, and knew that they had undoubtedly been together. What more he suspected no one can say with certainty. But he threw the cloak upon the gra.s.s that bordered the pathway and turned on his heel without a word.
"Confound his impudence!" exclaimed Roseleaf, when he had recovered sufficiently from his surprise to speak. "I have a good notion to follow him and box his ears."
The soft hand of the girl was on his sleeve in a moment.
"Say nothing to him--_please!_" she answered. "He--he is very thoughtful for me--of my health--and I was careless. Papa must have sent him."
The touch on his arm mollified the young man at once. He tried to make out the lines of the pretty face that was so near him and yet so far away.
"We are to study again to-morrow, then," he said, taking up her statement with an a.s.sumed air of gayety. "At what hour?"
But she broke away from him abruptly, and ran into the house without a word. Hannibal stood in the doorway and Roseleaf thought he distinguished harsh sounds from the negro"s lips; but this seemed so incredible that he conceived his senses at fault.
Looking at his watch the novelist saw that it was still early enough to take a stroll by himself and ponder over his new happiness--or misery, which was it?--under the open sky. It was two hours later that his latchkey turned in the door, and in that time he had resolved either to make Daisy Fern his wife or commit suicide in the most expeditious fashion.
CHAPTER X
"OH, SO MANY, MANY MAIDS!"
The only disagreeable thing about falling in love with Daisy was that Roseleaf felt compelled to reveal the truth to Archie Weil. He believed he was bound to do this by a solemn contract which he had no moral right to ignore. Perhaps Weil might claim that he had no business to fall in love with one sister when his "manager" had picked out the other for this operation. Be that as it may, there was no use in evading the question. It must be talked over, be the result what it might.
"Well, I know what love is now," was the abrupt way in which the young man opened the subject on the following afternoon.
He had ridden to the city, as Weil was not expected at the residence of Mr. Fern that day. The hope he had formed the previous evening of getting another interview with Daisy had not materialized, she having gone on some short journey before he could intercept her.
"You do!" was the equally abrupt reply, uttered in a tone that betrayed undoubted astonishment. "What do you mean?"
Roseleaf reddened.
"It came to me all at once, last evening," he said, avoiding the gaze of his companion. "We were down at the end of the lawn, you know--"
Archie interrupted him with a sudden shout.
"Not _Daisy_!"
"Yes."
"You are in love with _Daisy_!"
Roseleaf bowed.
"Upon my word!"
There was nothing in any of these expressions that conveyed the information which the younger man craved, namely, whether his friend approved what he had announced, but he stole a look at him and saw that he appeared more astounded than angry.
"You dear boy," he said, "I don"t know what to say to you. You blush like a maiden over the acknowledgment. I am half inclined to believe you are the girl in the case, and your partner in love some great, strapping fellow on whose bosom you intend to pillow your coy head. So it is Daisy, eh? And last night it came to you? Tell me how it happened."
Comforted in a measure by the good nature of his friend, Roseleaf proceeded to give the outlines of what had occurred, suppressing the more intimate facts with which the luckier reader is acquainted. He admitted the touch of hands, but did not mention the pressure of lips to lips. He told of the girl"s swoon, but said nothing of the extraordinary measures adopted to bring her to her senses. But, while he made no insinuations, nor pretended to see through the meshes in this net, the experience of Mr. Weil served him in good stead. He could fill in the vacant places in the story with substantial correctness.
"I don"t know what Miss Millicent will say to all this," he remarked, when the recital came to a pause.
"I think she was just beginning to like you a little herself. Most of our talk last evening was about you, and when I mentioned, as I took my leave, that you were probably out walking with Daisy, I could see distinct traces of jealousy. I want to be fair with my client. I told her that you came there to learn love from her, not from her little sister. If all this should result in breaking her heart, I don"t see how I could excuse myself. And the other one, she seems such a child, I never thought of her in that connection. Why, how old is she--not over eighteen, I think."
Roseleaf answered that Daisy would be nineteen on her next birthday, an ingenious way of stating age that was not original with him.
"All right," said Archie, digesting this statement slowly. "And now, what is your programme?"
Roseleaf looked surprised at the business-like nature of the question.
"I mean to secure her consent to marry me, as soon as possible," he said.
"And then?"
"Why, see her father, I suppose. Isn"t that the most important thing to do?"