"No," he a.s.serted flatly, when he had regained his seat. "Don"t be an idiot, Mike. I--used to be employed by that lady."
"Drive her automobile?"
"Yes."
The explanation was accepted as satisfactory. An intimate acquaintance with the etiquette of intercourse between mistress and chauffeur was not one of the examiner"s accomplishments. But the incident appealed to Mike as romantic, and for him romance flowed from one source only.
"She looks like one of them actresses from the movies," he averred, folding his huge arms comfortably across his breast. "I guess she is, maybe? I seen queens like her, there."
"It is a good way to see them, if they are like her," observed Adriance ruefully. He laughed in spite of vexation. "Better stick to the movie girls, Michael; it"s safer! Now stop talking to me; if this brute of a truck swerves an inch in this slush, some pretty car is going to feel as if an elephant had stepped on it."
But the ill luck of that day was over. They made a fast trip up-town and just caught a ferry-boat on the point of leaving.
After all, they were not to be noticeably late. And since there would be no need of explanation, it occurred to Adriance that he might not recount to Elsie the tale of his discomfiture. He was keenly ashamed of the poor role Lucille Masterson had made him play. She had whistled him to heel, and he had come with the meekness of the well-trained. She had amused herself with him as long as she chose, then dismissed him, humiliated and helpless. He did not want Elsie to picture her husband in that situation, nor to find him still unable to say no to Mrs.
Masterson.
By the time he had walked up the long hill through a beating snow-storm, he was thoroughly chilled and self-disgusted, desirous only of shelter and peace. Both met him, when he pushed open the door of his house and stepped into the warm, bright room. When the door closed behind him, he definitely shut outside the image of Lucille Masterson.
With a little rush Elsie came to meet him, lifting her warm and rosy face for his kiss. The puppy scrambled across the floor, uttering staccato yelps of salute.
"I"ve named our house," the girl announced gleefully. "You know, we have named everything else. Don"t you like Alaric Cottage?"
"I like the inside of it to-night, all right. But why Alaric?"
"Because it is so early-Gothic, of course. You must appreciate our front porch, Anthony. Oh, you _are_ wet and cold! Hurry and change your things--I have them all laid out--and I will feed you, sir."
So the matter pa.s.sed for that time, and was forgotten.
CHAPTER XI
THE GLOWING HEARTH
Christened Noel, in honor of the day of his arrival, the puppy thrived and grew toward young doghood in a household atmosphere of serene content. From Christmas to Easter the days flowed by in an untroubled current of time. Day after day, Anthony and Elsie Adriance grew into closer and fuller companionship. The winter was a hard and long one, but never dull to them.
They found so much to do. In return for his reading to her, Elsie sometimes put out the lamp and in the flickering firelight told him quaint, grotesque legends of Creole and negro lore. Her soft accents fell naturally into patois; she was a born mimic, and interspersed fragments of plaintive songs, old as the tragedy of slavery or the romance of a pre-Napoleonic France. Her voice could be drowsy as sunshine on a still lagoon, or instinct with life as the ring of a marching regiment"s tread.
She taught him to play chess, too, with a wonderful set of jade-and-ivory men produced from among her few belongings.
"Do you know these must be mighty valuable?" Adriance exclaimed, the first time he saw them.
"I know they are mighty old," she mocked his seriousness. "And I wouldn"t sell them, so the rest doesn"t matter."
"Tell me about them."
"There is nothing very definite to tell." She regarded him askance from the corner of a laughing eye. "Can you bear the shock of hearing that one of your wife"s ancestors was suspected of having secret relations with the notorious LaFitte?"
"Who was he?"
"LaFitte was a pirate and freebooter, sir, who had a stronghold below New Orleans, where the mouth of the Mississippi widens into the Gulf.
Many a ship paid toll to him, many curious prizes fell into his greedy hands; and it was whispered that some of these strange, foreign things mysteriously appeared in the house of Martin Galvez. Negroes were heard to tell, with breath hushed and eyes rolling, of a swift-sailing sloop, black of hull and rigged in black canvas, lines, and all. It slipped up the river at midnight and down again before dawn, past all defences, they said--and its point of landing was Colonel Galvez"s wharf, ten miles above the city. No one ever knew more than a rumor that ran untraced like the black sloop. But it was said the ivory-and-jade chessmen had travelled by that craft, as had great-great-grandmother"s string of pink pearls which are painted around her neck in her portrait.
Loud and often her husband laughed at the tales, inviting all who chose to watch his wharf between sunset and sunrise, any night. The chessmen, he declared, were presented to him by a prince of Cairo, whose enemies had betrayed him into the hands of a slave-trader. The Egyptian n.o.ble"s dark skin and ignorance of Western speech had made him a helpless victim; he faced the final degradation of the lash when Colonel Galvez saw and rescued him. His grat.i.tude sent the pretty playthings. As for the pink pearls, they came from Vienna, by lawful purchase. At least, so the worthy Colonel was fond of relating, with a convincing detail, over his incomparable French wines and Havana cigars."
"But, what was truth? Which, I mean?" he questioned.
She shut her eyes in droll disclaimer.
"How should I know? The pink pearls disappeared before Josephine Galvez married Fairfax Murray, sixty years ago. The chessmen are dumb. But I know of many an old toy from overseas, around our house still. Nothing of great value! We are as poor as ecclesiastical mice; the family wealth long ago fled down the wind on the black sails of ill-luck. Yes, the Murrays usually held poor hands at cards. Will you move first, or shall I?"
"You," he invited. He looked at her with curiosity. "Why didn"t you tell me before that you were a princess in disguise? I never knew you had an ancestor on record, and here you have a procession of them. You"re a funny girl."
If you don"t like me, Why do you, why do you, _Why_ do you stay around?
She sang the very modern verse to him with a mockery altogether tantalizing; and he upset all the chessboard in answering her properly.
Little by little he learned a great deal about her home; which, he discovered, had once been the veritable home of the punctilious Mait"
Raoul Galvez of surprising memory. He made acquaintance with her parents and her sisters, as Elsie brought before him a living simulacra of each one with her magician-like arts of description and mimicry. There were five sisters, it appeared: Lee, Roberta, Virginia, Clotilda and Nicolette.
"Mother named the first three of us and Daddy the last three," she explained. "Wasn"t he right polite to wait so long? Mother is a rebel Confederate up to this minute, while Daddy altogether indorses the North and is a professional delver in romantic history."
""Elsie" is not historical," he objected, much diverted.
"Oh, my truly name is Elcise; I come before Clotilda and Nicolette. But my grandfather insisted upon calling me Elsie as long as he lived, so in deference to him the first intention was abandoned. Poor Daddy lost one of his turns, after all. It happened very well, though! Elsie is more practical, and I am the most practical member of the whole family circle."
"Really?"
"Why, certainly! Lee married a dramatic poet, who is also the editor of a newspaper," she retorted upon his incredulity. "And one who lets his two vocations interfere with one another! Roberta has been engaged to an army officer these five years. He is stationed in the Philippines, where she is to join him and live in some jungle with him whenever he is sufficiently promoted to marry. Virginia is a beauty, who has the entire college full of young men vibrating around our house; and she declares that she is going into a convent when she is twenty-five. Clotilda and Nicolette are twin babies of eleven years. They still have plenty of time to do anything, you see. We were all perfectly happy as we were, but it became really necessary for someone to relieve Daddy, if only by supporting herself and leaving more for the others. So I began, and went as private secretary and companion with the old lady of whom I have told you. Wasn"t that practical? Of course, Lee"s husband supports her, usually.
"But the spring that I came away, Daddy had urged him to resign from the newspaper and come home for six months in order to write a poetic drama over which they both were enthusiastic. No one expects it to make much money, but, as Daddy said, we have always had enough for dignified simplicity, and it should be our duty as well as our glory to help Lee"s husband to fame."
"Elsie"s husband means to support her all the time."
"Oh, I told you Elsie was practical. She married sensibly."
"Should you call it that?" doubtingly.
"Her husband is quite kind to her, you know."
"Well, he is still in love. When that wears off as she grows tired of feeding him, and ill-tempered----?"
They laughed at one another across the hearth. But presently Adriance became serious.
"Elsie, I think that I should write to your father. One does not s.n.a.t.c.h a man"s daughter in this barefaced fashion, without so much as a word to him, in civilized lands. Why haven"t I thought of that before? And I should like to be welcomed into your family, or at least tolerated there. Do you suppose we might visit them, some day when our finances permit? Or perhaps some of my sisters-in-law might come to see us?
George, what a time we could have given those girls with some of the money that I had, and haven"t!"