"Whisper low!" sang Gerald, stealing up behind her, and making her start by singing into her very ear; while Rosa exclaimed, "What a fairy-land you have made here, with all these flowers,_pichoncita mia_"
The day pa.s.sed pleasantly enough, with some ambling along the bridle-paths on Thistle"s back, some reading and sleeping, and a good deal of music. The next day, black Tom came with a barouche, and they took a drive round the lovely island. The cotton-fields were all abloom on Gerald"s plantation, and his stuccoed villa, with s.p.a.cious veranda and high porch, gleamed out in whiteness among a magnificent growth of trees, and a garden gorgeous with efflorescence. The only drawback to the pleasure was, that Gerald charged them to wear thick veils, and never to raise them when any person was in sight. They made no complaint, because he told them that he should be deeply involved in trouble if his partic.i.p.ation in their escape should be discovered; but, happy as Rosa was in reciprocated love, this necessity of concealment was a skeleton ever sitting at her feast; and Floracita, who had no romantic compensation for it, chafed under the restraint.
It was dusk when they returned to the cottage, and the thickets were alive with fire-flies, as if Queen Mab and all her train were out dancing in spangles.
A few days after was Rosa"s birthday, and Floracita busied herself in adorning the rooms with flowery festoons. After breakfast, Gerald placed a small parcel in the hand of each of the sisters. Rosa"s contained her mother"s diamond ring, and Flora"s was her mother"s gold watch, in the back of which was set a small locket-miniature of her father. Their grat.i.tude took the form of tears, and the pleasure-loving young man, who had more taste for gayety than sentiment, sought to dispel it by lively music. When he saw the smiles coming again, he bowed playfully, and said: "This day is yours, dear Rosa. Whatsoever you wish for, you shall have, if it is attainable."
"I do wish for one thing," she replied promptly. "Floracita has found out that Tulee would like to be free. I want you to gratify her wish."
"Tulee is yours," rejoined he. "I bought her to attend upon you."
"She will attend upon me all the same after she is free," responded Rosa; "and we should all be happier."
"I will do it," he replied. "But I hope you won"t propose to make _me_ free, for I am happier to be your slave."
The papers were brought a few days after, and Tulee felt a great deal richer, though there was no outward change in her condition.
As the heat increased, mosquitoes in the woods and sand-flies on the beach rendered the shelter of the house desirable most of the time. But though Fitzgerald had usually spent the summer months in travelling, he seemed perfectly contented to sing and doze and trifle away his time by Rosa"s side, week after week. Floracita did not find it entertaining to be a third person with a couple of lovers. She had been used to being a person of consequence in her little world; and though they were very kind to her, they often forgot that she was present, and never seemed to miss her when she was away. She had led a very secluded life from her earliest childhood, but she had never before been so entirely out of sight of houses and people. During the few weeks she had pa.s.sed in Na.s.sau, she had learned to do sh.e.l.l-work with a cla.s.s of young girls; and it being the first time she had enjoyed such companionship, she found it peculiarly agreeable. She longed to hear their small talk again; she longed to have Rosa to herself, as in the old times; she longed for her father"s caresses, for Madame Guirlande"s brave cheerfulness, for the Signor"s peppery outbursts, which she found very amusing; and sometimes she thought how pleasant it would be to hear Florimond say that her name was the prettiest in the world. She often took out a pressed geranium blossom, under which was written "Souvenir de Florimond "; and she thought _his_ name was very pretty too. She sang Moore"s Melodies a great deal; and when she warbled,
"Sweet vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friend I love best!"
she sighed, and thought to herself, "Ah! if I only _had_ a friend to love best!" She almost learned "Lalla Rookh" by heart; and she pictured herself as the Persian princess listening to a minstrel in Oriental costume, but with a very German face. It was not that the child was in love, but her heart was untenanted; and as memories walked through it, it sounded empty.
Tulee, who was very observing where her affections were concerned, suspected that she was comparing her own situation with that of Rosa.
One day, when she found her in dreamy revery, she patted her silky curls, and said: "Does she feel as if she was laid by, like a fifth wheel to a coach? Never mind! My little one will have a husband herself one of these days."
Without looking up, she answered, very pensively: "Do you think I ever shall, Tulee? I don"t see how I can, for I never see anybody."
Tulipa took the little head between her black hands, and, raising the pretty face toward her, replied: "Yes, sure, little missy. Do ye s"pose ye had them handsome eyes for nothin" but to look at the moon?
But come, now, with me, and feed Thistle. I"m going to give him a pailful of water. Thistle knows us as well as if he was a Christian."
Jack Thistle was a great resource for Tulee in her isolation, and scarcely less so for Flora. She often fed him from her hand, decorated him with garlands, talked to him, and ambled about with him in the woods and on the sea-sh.o.r.e. The visits of black Tom also introduced a little variety into their life. He went back and forth from Savannah to procure such articles as were needed at the cottage, and he always had a budget of gossip for Tulee. Tom"s Chloe was an expert ironer; and as Mr. Fitzgerald was not so well pleased with Tulee"s performances of that kind, baskets of clothes were often sent to Chloe, who was ingenious in finding excuses for bringing them back herself. She was a great singer of Methodist hymns and negro songs, and had wonderful religious experiences to tell. To listen to her and Tom was the greatest treat Tulee had; but as she particularly prided herself on speaking like white people, she often remarked that she couldn"t understand half their "lingo." Floracita soon learned it to perfection, and excited many a laugh by her imitations.
Tulee once obtained Rosa"s permission to ride back with Tom, and spend a couple of hours at his cabin near "the Grat Hus," as he called his master"s villa. But when Mr. Fitzgerald heard of it, he interdicted such visits in the future. He wished to have as little communication as possible between the plantation and the lonely cottage; and if he had overheard some of the confidences between Chloe and Tulee, he probably would have been confirmed in the wisdom of such a prohibition. But Tom was a factotum that could not be dispensed with.
They relied upon him for provisions, letters, and newspapers.
Three or four weeks after their arrival he brought a box containing a long letter from Madame Guirlande, and the various articles she had saved for the orphans from the wreck of their early home. Not long afterward another letter came, announcing the marriage of Madame and the Signor. Answering these letters and preparing bridal presents for their old friends gave them busy days. Gerald sometimes ordered new music and new novels from New York, and their arrival caused great excitement. Floracita"s natural taste for drawing had been cultivated by private lessons from a French lady, and she now used the pretty accomplishment to make likenesses of Thistle with and without garlands, of Tulee in her bright turban, and of Madame Guirlande"s parrot, inscribed, "_Bon jour, jolie Manon_!"
One day Rosa said: "As soon as the heat abates, so that we can use our needles without rusting, we will do a good deal of embroidery, and give it to Madame. She sells such articles, you know; and we can make beautiful things of those flosses and chenilles the good soul saved for us."
"I like that idea," replied Flora. "I"ve been wanting to do something to show our grat.i.tude."
There was wisdom as well as kindness in the plan, though they never thought of the wisdom. Hours were whiled away by the occupation, which not only kept their needles from rusting, but also their affections and artistic faculties.
As the tide of time flowed on, varied only by these little eddies and ripples, Gerald, though always very loving with Rosa, became somewhat less exclusive. His attentions were more equally divided between the sisters. He often occupied himself with Floracita"s work, and would pick out the shades of silk for her, as well as for Rosa. He more frequently called upon her to sing a solo, as well as to join in duets and trios. When the weather became cooler, it was a favorite recreation with him to lounge at his ease, while Rosa played, and Floracita"s fairy figure floated through the evolutions of some graceful dance. Sometimes he would laugh, and say: "Am I not a lucky dog? I don"t envy the Grand Bashaw his Circa.s.sian beauties. He"d give his biggest diamond for such a dancer as Floracita; and what is his Flower of the World compared to my Rosamunda?"
Floracita, whose warm heart always met affection as swiftly as one drop of quicksilver runs to another, became almost as much attached to him as she was to Rosa. "How kind Gerald is to me!" she would say to Tulee. "Papa used to wish we had a brother; but I didn"t care for one then, because he was just as good for a playmate. But now it _is_ pleasant to have a brother."
To Rosa, also, it was gratifying to have his love for her overflow upon what was dearest to her; and she would give him one of her sweetest smiles when he called her sister "Mignonne" or "Querida."
To both of them the lonely island came to seem like a happy home.
Floracita was not so wildly frolicsome as she was before those stunning blows fell upon her young life; but the natural buoyancy of her spirits began to return. She was always amusing them with "quips and cranks." If she was out of doors, her return to the house would be signalized by imitations of all sorts of birds or musical instruments; and often, when Gerald invited her to "trip it on the light, fantastic toe," she would entertain him with one of the negroes" clumsy, shuffling dances. Her sentimental songs fell into disuse, and were replaced by livelier tunes. Instead of longing to rest in the "sweet vale of Avoca," she was heard musically chasing "Figaro here! Figaro there! Figaro everywhere!"
Seven months pa.s.sed without other material changes than the changing seasons. When the flowers faded, and the leafless cypress-trees were hung with their pretty pendulous seed-vessels, Gerald began to make longer visits to Savannah. He was, however, rarely gone more than a week; and, though Rosa"s songs grew plaintive in his absence, her spirits rose at once when he came to tell how homesick he had been. As for Floracita, she felt compensated for the increased stillness by the privilege of having Rosa all to herself.
One day in January, when he had been gone from home several days, she invited Rosa to a walk, and, finding her desirous to finish a letter to Madame Guirlande, she threw on her straw hat, and went out half dancing, as she was wont to do. The fresh air was exhilarating, the birds were singing, and the woods were already beautified with every shade of glossy green, enlivened by vivid buds and leaflets of reddish brown. She gathered here and there a pretty sprig, sometimes placing them in her hair, sometimes in her little black silk ap.r.o.n, coquettishly decorated with cherry-colored ribbons. She stopped before a luxuriant wild myrtle, pulling at the branches, while she sang,
"When the little hollow drum beats to bed, When the little fifer hangs his head, When is mute the Moorish flute--"
Her song was suddenly interrupted by a clasp round the waist, and a warm kiss on the lips.
"O Gerald, you"ve come back!" she exclaimed. "How glad Rosa will be!"
"And n.o.body else will be glad, I suppose?" rejoined he. "Won"t you give me back my kiss, when I"ve been gone a whole week?"
"Certainly, _mon bon frere_," she replied; and as he inclined his face toward her, she imprinted a slight kiss on his cheek.
"That"s not giving me back _my_ kiss," said he. "I kissed your mouth, and you must kiss mine."
"I will if you wish it," she replied, suiting the action to the word. "But you needn"t hold me so tight," she added, as she tried to extricate herself. Finding he did not release her, she looked up wonderingly in his face, then lowered her eyes, blushing crimson. No one had ever looked at her so before.
"Come, don"t be coy, _ma pet.i.te_," said he.
She slipped from him with sudden agility, and said somewhat sharply: "Gerald, I don"t want to be always called _pet.i.te_; and I don"t want to be treated as if I were a child. I am no longer a child. I am fifteen. I am a young lady."
"So you are, and a very charming one," rejoined he, giving her a playful tap on the cheek as he spoke.
"I am going to tell Rosa you have come," said she; and she started on the run.
When they were all together in the cottage she tried not to seem constrained; but she succeeded so ill that Rosa would have noticed it if she had not been so absorbed in her own happiness. Gerald was all affection to her, and full of playful raillery with Flora,--which, however, failed to animate her as usual.
From that time a change came over the little maiden, and increased as the days pa.s.sed on. She spent much of her time in her own room; and when Rosa inquired why she deserted them so, she excused herself by saying she wanted to do a great deal of sh.e.l.l-work for Madame Guirlande, and that she needed so many boxes they would be in the way in the sitting-room. Her pa.s.sion for that work grew wonderfully, and might be accounted for by the fascination of perfect success; for her coronets and garlands and bouquets and baskets were arranged with so much lightness and elegance, and the different-colored sh.e.l.ls were so tastefully combined, that they looked less like manufactured articles than like flowers that grew in the gardens of the Nereids.
Tulee wondered why her vivacious little pet had all of a sudden become so sedentary in her habits,--why she never took her customary rambles except when Mr. Fitzgerald was gone, and even then never without her sister. The conjecture she formed was not very far amiss, for Chloe"s gossip had made her better acquainted with the character of her master than were the other inmates of the cottage; but the extraordinary industry was a mystery to her. One evening, when she found Floracita alone in her room at dusk, leaning her head on her hand and gazing out of the window dreamily, she put her hand on the silky head and said, "Is my little one homesick?"
"I have no home to be sick for," she replied, sadly.
"Is she lovesick then?"
"I have no lover," she replied, in the same desponding tone.
"What is it, then, my pet? Tell Tulee."
"I wish I could go to Madame Guirlande," responded Flora. "She was so kind to us in our first troubles."
"It would do you good to make her a visit," said Tulee, "and I should think you might manage to do it somehow."
"No. Gerald said, a good while ago, that it would be dangerous for us ever to go to New Orleans."
"Does he expect to keep you here always?" asked Tulee. "He might just as well keep you in a prison, little bird."