"Oh, no, you won"t," Madeline answered. "You will have lots of company, and any amount of excitement."
"Oh, I don"t know. Father is beginning to think more about the climate than anything else. He fancies that New York winters try his health, and what I fear is he"ll steer the _Skylark_ away down into the South Seas somewhere, and stick there."
"Well, wouldn"t that be very jolly?"
"I don"t know. It might be jolly miserable. It all depends on one"s company. If you"ll promise to go with us, I won"t raise any more objections."
"Have you been raising objections?"
"Tons. I much prefer wintering in New York City."
"I should like to visit the South Seas very much," Madeline said, meditatively, "only----," then she hesitated.
"Only what?"
"Well, the truth is, I am going to be a home-bird," Madeline answered, with a slight tinge of colour in her cheeks.
"Oh, that"s all fiddlesticks. You haven"t a single tie on all this continent. You are your own mistress; you can do precisely what you like without any one calling you to account, and----"
"I admit all you say," Madeline answered, with a smile. "Nevertheless, it is quite true that what appeals to me most is a quiet life in my own little home."
"I wonder you don"t get married."
"Well, you see," Madeline answered, blushing slightly, "the man I expected to marry did not come up to my expectations."
"But surely one hailstone doesn"t make a winter."
"That is quite true. But perhaps one gets suspicious as one gets older."
"You have had offers enough, I am sure."
"Have I? How knowing you are, Kitty."
"Oh, one needn"t be a philosopher to put two and two together. By the bye, do you ever hear anything of your rejected suitor?"
"Occasionally. He"s recently had another big disappointment."
"In the matrimonial line?"
"It seems so."
"Oh, do tell me all about it."
"Well, you know I get all my news through dear old Mr. Graythorne. The Tregonys have dropped me altogether, as you know."
"Yes, you"ve told me that before."
"Well, it would seem that Captain Tregony, soon after his return from Nice last year, fell in love with a widow lady, and they were to have been married some time this fall."
"Yes."
"And now the lady has refused to marry him."
"For what reason?"
"Oh, well, it"s a curious story rather, and I"m not sure that I know all the ins and outs of it. But there was a young fellow in St. Gaved--a very clever young fellow, but poor--whom the Captain for some reason hated. One night they met and quarrelled, and this young fellow punished the Captain terribly. Well, don"t you see that for a soldier to be thrashed by a civilian is terribly humiliating. So what did he do in order to cover himself but invent a story that the young fellow was mad drunk, that he sprang upon him unawares, and would have murdered him if the gardener had not come upon the scene, and in order to place his story beyond dispute he bribed the barman of a public-house to swear that on the evening in question the young fellow was so drunk that he (the barman) refused to serve him with any more whisky."
"What a shame!"
"Well, recently, this barman, who was prosecuted for poaching on Sir Charles Tregony"s estates, and who was angry because the Captain did not shield him, just blurted out all the truth. Of course, I know nothing of the details, but from all Mr. Graystone has been able to gather there was immense excitement in St. Gaved. Mrs. Nancarrow, the lady to whom he had become engaged, refused to see him again, while the people were so incensed against him that he was glad to leave Trewinion Hall under cover of darkness, and, at present, no one, outside the members of his own family, appears to know where he is."
"What a horrid man!"
"And yet, when I met him first, he was most fascinating."
"It"s a mercy for you the fascination wore off. But tell me: did you know the young man the Captain tried to disgrace?"
"A little. But you see the Tregonys had practically no intercourse with what they termed the common people."
"He will be greatly relieved that his name has been cleared."
"If he knows--which, no doubt, he does by this time."
"Why by this time?"
"Because he left the country a year ago."
"Why did he leave the country?"
"To better his fortune, I expect. But would you mind giving me another cup of tea? The year I spent on the other side the water made me an inveterate tea-drinker."
"I"ll not only give you another cup of tea, I"ll give you the entire tea-service if you"ll promise to go with us on the _Skylark_."
"How generous you are!"
"Generosity is my besetting sin as a matter of fact. But say you"ll promise."
"Oh, you must give me time to think the matter over. I can"t decide in a moment."
"Why not? You"ve no one to consult but yourself."
"But if self should happen to be divided against self?"
"Oh, you are just too tantalising for words. I believe there is someone in New York you want to capture."
"No, Kitty, dear, you are quite mistaken. The young men of New York don"t appeal to me in the least."
"Then I"ll go on badgering you until you promise. In fact, I"ll set poppa on to you."