He felt that this was rather decidedly to the point, but she did not seem overpowered at all. She smiled anew.
"Anybody has a right to be mad--I mean vexed," she observed. "I should like to know how people would live if they hadn"t. I am mad--I mean vexed--twenty times a day."
"Indeed?" was his sole reply.
"Well," she said, "I think it"s real mean in you to be so cool about it when you remember what I told you the other day."
"I regret to say I don"t remember just now. I hope it was nothing very serious."
To his astonishment she looked down at her fan, and spoke in a slightly lowered voice:--
"I told you that I wanted to be improved."
It must be confessed that he was mollified. There was a softness in her manner which amazed him. He was at once embarra.s.sed and delighted. But, at the same time, it would not do to commit himself to too great a seriousness.
"Oh!" he answered, "that was a rather good joke, I thought."
"No, it wasn"t," she said, perhaps even half a tone lower. "I was in earnest."
Then she raised her eyes.
"If you told me when I did any thing wrong, I think it might be a good thing," she said.
He felt that this was quite possible, and was also struck with the idea that he might find the task of mentor--so long as he remained entirely non-committal--rather interesting. Still, he could not afford to descend at once from the elevated stand he had taken.
"I am afraid you would find it rather tiresome," he remarked.
"I am afraid _you_ would," she answered. "You would have to tell me of things so often."
"Do you mean seriously to tell me that you would take my advice?" he inquired.
"I mightn"t take all of it," was her reply; "but I should take some--perhaps a great deal."
"Thanks," he remarked. "I scarcely think I should give you a great deal."
She simply smiled.
"I have never had any advice at all," she said. "I don"t know that I should have taken it if I had--just as likely as not I shouldn"t; but I have never had any. Father spoiled me. He gave me all my own way. He said he didn"t care, so long as I had a good time; and I must say I have generally had a good time. I don"t see how I could help it--with all my own way, and no one to worry. I wasn"t sick, and I could buy any thing I liked, and all that: so I had a good time. I"ve read of girls, in books, wishing they had mothers to take care of them. I don"t know that I ever wished for one particularly. I can take care of myself. I must say, too, that I don"t think some mothers are much of an inst.i.tution. I know girls who have them, and they are always worrying."
He laughed in spite of himself; and though she had been speaking with the utmost seriousness and _naivete_, she joined him.
When they ceased, she returned suddenly to the charge.
"Now tell me what I have done this afternoon that isn"t right," she said,--"that Lucia Gaston wouldn"t have done, for instance. I say that, because I shouldn"t mind being a little like Lucia Gaston--in some things."
"Lucia ought to feel gratified," he commented.
"She does," she answered. "We had a little talk about it, and she was as pleased as could be. I didn"t think of it in that way until I saw her begin to blush. Guess what she said."
"I am afraid I can"t."
"She said she saw so many things to envy in me, that she could scarcely believe I wanted to be at all like her."
"It was a very civil speech," said Barold ironically. "I scarcely thought Lady Theobald had trained her so well."
"She meant it," said Octavia. "You mayn"t believe it, but she did. I know when people mean things, and when they don"t."
"I wish I did," said Barold.
Octavia turned her attention to her fan.
"Well, I am waiting," she said.
"Waiting?" he repeated.
"To be told of my faults."
"But I scarcely see of what importance my opinion can be."
"It is of some importance to me--just now."
The last two words rendered him really impatient, and, it may be, spurred him up.
"If we are to take Lucia Gaston as a model," he said, "Lucia Gaston would possibly not have been so complaisant in her demeanor toward our clerical friend."
"Complaisant!" she exclaimed, opening her lovely eyes. "When I was actually plunging about the garden, trying to teach him to play. Well, I shouldn"t call that being complaisant."
"Lucia Gaston," he replied, "would not say that she had been "plunging"
about the garden."
She gave herself a moment for reflection.
"That"s true," she remarked, when it was over: "she wouldn"t. When I compare myself with the s...o...b..idge girls, I begin to think I must say some pretty awful things."
Barold made no reply, which caused her to laugh a little again.
"You daren"t tell me," she said. "Now, do I? Well, I don"t think I want to know very particularly. What Lady Theobald thinks will last quite a good while. Complaisant!"
"I am sorry you object to the word," he said.
"Oh, I don"t!" she answered. "I like it. It sounds so much more polite than to say I was flirting and being fast."
"Were you flirting?" he inquired coldly.
He objected to her ready serenity very much.
She looked a little puzzled.
"You are very like aunt Belinda," she said.