Barold had availed himself of the invitation extended to him by Octavia, upon several occasions, greatly to Miss Belinda"s embarra.s.sment. He had dropped in the evening after the curate"s first call.
"Is Lady Theobald very fond of you?" Octavia had asked, in the course of this visit.
"It is very kind of her, if she is," he replied with languid irony.
"Isn"t she fond enough of you to do any thing you ask her?" Octavia inquired.
"Really, I think not," he replied. "Imagine the degree of affection it requires! I am not fond enough of any one to do any thing they ask me."
Octavia bestowed a long look upon him.
"Well," she remarked, after a pause, "I believe you are not. I shouldn"t think so."
Barold colored very faintly.
"I say," he said, "is that an imputation, or something of that character?
It sounds like it, you know."
Octavia did not reply directly. She laughed a little.
"I want you to ask Lady Theobald to do something," she said.
"I am afraid I am not in such favor as you imagine," he said, looking slightly annoyed.
"Well, I think she won"t refuse you this thing," she went on. "If she didn"t loathe me so, I would ask her myself."
He deigned to smile.
"Does she loathe you?" he inquired.
"Yes," nodding. "She would not speak to me if it weren"t for aunt Belinda. She thinks I am fast and loud. Do _you_ think I am fast and loud?"
He was taken aback, and not for the first time, either. She had startled and discomposed him several times in the course of their brief acquaintance; and he always resented it, priding himself in private, as he did, upon his coolness and immobility. He could not think of the right thing to say just now, so he was silent for a second.
"Tell me the truth," she persisted. "I shall not care--much."
"I do not think you would care at all."
"Well, perhaps I shouldn"t. Go on. Do you think I am fast?"
"I am happy to say I do not find you slow."
She fixed her eyes on him, smiling faintly.
"That means I am fast," she said. "Well, no matter. Will you ask Lady Theobald what I want you to ask her?"
"I should not say you were fast at all," he said rather stiffly. "You have not been educated as--as Lady Theobald has educated Miss Gaston, for instance."
"I should rather think not," she replied. Then she added, very deliberately, "She has had what you might call very superior advantages, I suppose."
Her expression was totally incomprehensible to him. She spoke with the utmost seriousness, and looked down at the table. "That is derision, I suppose," he remarked restively.
She glanced up again.
"At all events," she said, "there is nothing to laugh at in Lucia Gaston.
Will you ask Lady Theobald? I want you to ask her to let Lucia Gaston come and play croquet with us on Tuesday. She is to play with you against Mr. Poppleton and me."
"Who is Mr. Poppleton?" he asked, with some reserve. He did not exactly fancy sharing his entertainment with any ordinary outsider. After all, there was no knowing what this little American might do.
"He is the curate of the church," she replied, undisturbed. "He is very nice, and little, and neat, and blushes all over to the toes of his boots. He came to see aunt Belinda, and I asked him to come and be taught to play."
"Who is to teach him?"
"I am. I have taught at least twenty men in New York and San Francisco."
"I hope he appreciates your kindness."
"I mean to try if I can make him forget to be frightened," she said, with a gay laugh.
It was certainly nettling to find his air of reserve and displeasure met with such inconsequent lightness. She never seemed to recognize the subtle changes of temperature expressed in his manner. Only his sense of what was due to himself prevented his being very chilly indeed; but as she went on with her gay chat, in utter ignorance of his mood, and indulged in some very pretty airy nonsense, he soon recovered himself, and almost forgot his private grievance.
Before going away, he promised to ask Lady Theobald"s indulgence in the matter of Lucia"s joining them in their game. One speech of Octavia"s, connected with the subject, he had thought very pretty, as well as kind.
"I like Miss Gaston," she said. "I think we might be friends if Lady Theobald would let us. Her superior advantages might do me good. They might improve me," she went on, with a little laugh, "and I suppose I need improving very much. All my advantages have been of one kind."
When he had left her, she startled Miss Belinda by saying,--
"I have been asking Mr. Barold if he thought I was fast; and I believe he does--in fact, I am sure he does."
"Ah, my dear, my dear!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Miss Belinda, "what a terrible thing to say to a gentleman! What will he think?"
Octavia smiled one of her calmest smiles.
"Isn"t it queer how often you say that!" she remarked. "I think I should perish if I had to pull myself up that way as you do. I just go right on, and never worry. I don"t mean to do any thing queer, and I don"t see why any one should think I do."
CHAPTER XVI.
CROQUET.
Lucia was permitted to form one of the players in the game of croquet, being escorted to and from the scene by Francis Barold. Perhaps it occurred to Lady Theobald that the contrast of English reserve and maidenliness with the free-and-easy manners of young women from Nevada might lead to some good result.
"I trust your conduct will be such as to show that you at least have resided in a civilized land," she said. "The men of the present day may permit themselves to be amused by young persons whose demeanor might bring a blush to the cheek of a woman of forty, but it is not their habit to regard them with serious intentions."
Lucia reddened. She did not speak, though she wished very much for the courage to utter the words which rose to her lips. Lately she had found that now and then, at times when she was roused to anger, speeches of quite a clever and sarcastic nature presented themselves to her mind. She was never equal to uttering them aloud; but she felt that in time she might, because of course it was quite an advance in spirit to think them, and face, even in imagination, the probability of astounding and striking Lady Theobald dumb with their audacity.