"Oh, no."
They were being marshalled out to supper.
"You"ll have to content yourself with me," said Mrs. Stevens to Anthony, and he accepted smilingly. But she placed Cynthia next, so he could have a little talk with her. He was getting on so well, and she was glad for him.
Some one wanted Miss Tracy to waltz again. Then they had a galop, and the party broke up. Anthony said good-night, and that he was coming up on Sat.u.r.day. Then Saltonstall drew her into a little nook in the hall that made a connection with another room when it was open. Mrs. Stevens had smiled over its uses.
"Cynthia, my darling, I must tell you this," and his voice seemed to throb with emotion. "I want the right to come and visit you as lovers have, for I love you, love you! I am coming to see Mr. Leverett and ask his permission. I do nothing but dream of you day and night. You are the sweetest, dearest----"
"Oh, don"t! don"t!" She struggled in the clasp. "Oh, I can"t--I----" and he felt her slight body tremble, so he loosed it.
"Forgive me. I wanted you to know so no one can take you from me. I want to see you often. Oh, love, good-night, good-night!"
He pressed a rapturous kiss upon her hand and was gone. She slipped through to the dining-room and took a gla.s.s of water.
"You look tired to death, little country girl," said Uncle Giles, and he kissed her on the forehead.
CHAPTER XV
LOVERS AND LOVERS
"Take me home with you, Cousin Chilian," she pleaded, when he came in the next day.
"But I thought"--he studied her in surprise.
"I want to go home," she interrupted, and her under lip had a quiver in it that would have disarmed almost any one, persuaded as well.
"Why, yes. Didn"t you enjoy the party?" He felt suddenly at loss, he was not used to translating moods with all his knowledge.
"Oh, it was delightful! And some such pretty girls. There were new dances. And Mrs. Stevens _is_ charming. Anthony came over a little while."
In spite of inducements held out, she would go. Cousin Giles was almost cross about it.
"I"m so glad to get back," she said to Rachel. "One feels so safe here."
"Was there any danger?" laughed the elder.
Cynthia"s face was scarlet. It wasn"t danger exactly, but she felt better under Cousin Chilian"s wing. And she was her bright gay self all the evening.
But how to get her story told? For if Mr. Saltonstall came and asked for her company, as they termed it then, and not being warned, he should consent----
They sat by the study fire. It had turned out cold and cloudy, with indications of snow. He had a lamp near him on the small table, and read and thought, as his glance wandered dreamily over the leaping flashing blue and yellow flames. If it stormed for one or two days, she could not have come home.
She rose presently and came and stood by him, laid her hand lightly on his shoulder. She was a young lady now, and it was hardly proper to draw her down on his knee.
"Cousin Chilian;" hesitatingly.
"Well, dear?" in an inquiring tone.
"There is something I ought to tell you, and I want to ask you--to--to do--oh, I hardly know how to say it. Mr. Saltonstall came down; he and Mrs. Stevens are old friends----"
Ah, he knew now. This young man had dared to invade the virginal sweetness of her soul, to trouble the quiet stream of girlhood. He was roused, strangely angry, for all his placid temperament.
"I couldn"t help it--just before he went away--and I couldn"t have dreamed of such a thing----"
Then she hid her head down on his shoulder and cried.
"Dear--my dear little girl--oh, yes, it would have to happen sometime.
And--he loves you."
"Oh, that isn"t the worst;" illogically, between her sobs. "He is coming to ask you if he may--and I don"t want him to come that way. I just want it as it was before. Polly Upham can"t think or talk of anything but her intended, and it gets tiresome. He doesn"t seem so very wonderful to me.
And wouldn"t it weary you to hear me praising some one all the time?"
"I think it would," he answered honestly, yet with some confusion of mind.
"So I don"t want it;" with more courage in her voice. "I want good times with them all. And I don"t see how you can come to love any one all in a moment."
Was he hearing aright? Didn"t she really want the young man for a lover?
He was unreasonably, fatuously glad, and the pulses, that were chilled a moment ago, seemed to race hot through his body.
"It was not quite marriage?" a little huskily.
"He wanted to ask if he might have the right to come, and he said he loved me, and, oh, I am afraid----"
She was trembling. He could feel it where she leaned against him. He took sudden courage.
"And you do not want him to come in that way? It would most likely lead to an engagement. And then I should have to listen to his praises continually. Yes, it would be rather hard on me;" and he laughed with a humorous sound.
It heartened her a good deal. She was smiling now herself, but there were tears on her cheek.
"And you won"t mind telling him; that is not _very_ much, that----"
"I think you are too young to decide such a grave matter, Cynthia," he began seriously. "And you ought to have a glad, sweet youth. There is no reason why you should rush into marriage. You have a pleasant home with those that love you----"
"And I don"t want to go away. I feel as if I would like to live here always. You are so good and indulgent, and Cousin Eunice is so nice, now that she doesn"t seem afraid of any one. Were we all afraid of Cousin Elizabeth? And we have such nice talks. She tells me about the old times and what queer thoughts people had, and how hard they were. And about girls whose lovers went away to sea and never came back, and how they watched and waited, and sometimes we cry over them. And the house is so cheerful, and I can have all the flowers I want, and friends coming in, and, oh, I shall never want to go away, because I shall never love any one as well as you."
That was very sweet, but it was a girl"s innocence, and her face did not change color in the admission.
"Well, I will explain the matter to Mr. Saltonstall. I am glad you told me, otherwise I should hardly have known your wishes on the subject. And now we will go on having good times together, and count out lovers."
"Yes, yes." She gave his hand a squeeze and was her own happy self, not feeling half as sorry for the man who would come to be denied as he did.
It snowed furiously the next morning, and sullenly the day after. Then it was cold, and she said half a dozen times a day she was so glad she came home.