"She is likely to remain lonely, too," said Cobbe; "a man does not want to marry a girl as stiff as his beaver, and as prim as its band."
"Poor girl; one cannot expect her to show that careless joy in living our girls show, who have happy homes and ties of kin."
"In my opinion," said Dale, "the women and girls who take life easiest, and seem to feel that the good things of life are their heritage, are the American women."
"I don"t go with you, Dale," said Mr. Cobbe; "I"ll back up some of our own women against them for monopoly of that sort."
"I am at one with you, Mr. Dale," said Mrs. Gower, "for this reason: from the time an American woman can lisp, she is taught the cardinal ideas of the country, viz., liberty and equality."
"From your standpoint, Mrs. Gower, your s.e.x should be all Republicans,"
said Mr. Dale. "What countryman are you, Mr. Blair?"
"A pure and unadulterated Scotchman; and I hope you like the land o"
bagpipes, heather and oatcakes sufficiently as to like me none the less."
"No; for was I not English, I would be Scotch."
"And I," said Mrs. Dale, "would have liked you better were you Irish-American."
"You are candid, at all events," he said, smiling.
"You had better live as near perfection as possible, by remaining in Canada, Mr. Blair," said his hostess, rising from the table. "Come, Ella, we shall leave them to their cigarettes and the subjects nearest their hearts."
"You are one of the most thoughtful women I have ever met," said Dale, drawing the hangings for their exit; "but our smoke will be but a pa.s.sing cloud; we shall soon sun ourselves in your presence."
"Listen to him," said his wife, merrily; "don"t I bring him up well."
As the two friends sipped their coffee from dainty j.a.panese china, the red silk gown of Mrs. Dale contrasting prettily with the brown and old gold in the dress of her friend, they made a sweet, home-like picture, in this tasteful little drawing-room, with its gaily painted walls, hangings in artistic blending, its softly padded furniture, not extravagant--for Mrs. Gower"s income is but $600 per annum--now that house and furniture are paid for, but Roger"s bill was very reasonable, for all is in good taste; and with two or three good pictures, a handsome bronze or two, with a few bits of choice bric-a-brac, all the latter gifts from friends; with the glowing grate, the colored lights, the holly and mistletoe, all make an attractive scene.
"And now about yourself, Elaine; I hoped on my return to have found your mercurial friend out in the cold."
"No, Ella; I can do nothing with him," she said, gravely.
"Can"t he get it into his head that no woman would marry a man with another woman dangling after him. I have no patience with him. Does she haunt your place still?"
"Yes; she is certainly most constant. Did I tell you of a fright she gave me at two public meetings?"
"No; you wrote me that you must do so on my return."
"Just fancy coming from the Rodgers" ma.s.s meeting, before the mayoralty election. I went with Philip, and she must have followed us, for she managed to get near us, and in the crush making our exit, took hold of his arm, and _would not let him see me home_; picture me in that crowd, having to fight my way through, and alone! I think I shall never forget that night; fortunately the cars were running; so taking the Carlton, College and Spadina Avenue car, I managed to reach home. Ella, it was awful, the lonely home-coming," she said tearfully; "the cowardly (I suppose it was) fear of meeting acquaintances; but the feeling that I was engaged, nay, under oath to marry a man who could allow this, was worse than had I met dozens of acquaintances; the late hour; then after I had left the Spadina Avenue terminus, the lonely walk up here--all together made me so nervous I was not myself for a day or two."
"I should say you would be; it was dreadful; and as you say, dear, the feeling that you were engaged to such," she said, contemptuously, "added bitterness to the act; oath or no oath, he must release you."
"He won"t."
"He _shall;_ and I am determined to stay with you until I can interview that woman. What a horrid man he is, any way."
Here the gentlemen entered, and a truce to confidentials.
"Has my little wife told you, Mrs. Gower, that I have tickets for "Faust," and we hope you will care to accompany us?"
"No; she had not told me, though we were speaking tragedy."
"Well, yours was the prologue; now for "Faust;" you will come?"
"Yes, with pleasure," she said, feeling that her _tete-a-tete_ with Mr.
Blair is over, for Mr. Cobbe would remain; feeling also that such _tete-a-tete_ was too full of quiet content for her to indulge in, engaged as she is to another.
Mr. Blair very reluctantly rises to depart, seeing that the evening he has promised himself, in dual solitude with the woman he determines shall be his wife, is broken in upon.
"Good-night, Mrs. Gower; the walk to town will seem doubly cold by contrast with the warmth of your hospitalities," he said, holding her hand, a look of regret in his blue eyes.
"b.u.t.ton up well, then, to ensure my being remembered for so long," she said, quietly.
"Good-night, Elaine; expect me to-morrow, at five p.m.," said Mr. Cobbe, with an important air.
Outside, to Mr. Blair, he said, "Fine woman, Mrs. Gower; I am in luck, but she has too much freedom," he said, pointedly.
"How do you mean?" asked Blair, by an effort controlling himself to speak quietly.
"Oh, too many gentlemen coming and going; I must arrange for our marriage at once."
"You are honored by a promise from her to marry you, then?"
"Yes; but by more than a promise; by an oath," he said, flightily; "and she is not the only woman who is infatuated with me," he added, chuckling at his companion"s discomfiture.
"You are fortunate," said the canny Scotchman, hating him for his words; but aware that there is some mystery in the case, knowing Mrs. Gower to shrink from fulfilling her engagement; having recognized the face of the woman at the vestibule as the woman he has seen prowling about Holmnest at night-fall, he affects a friendly air to draw his companion out, trusting that his intense vanity will lead him to commit himself insomuch as to give him a hold upon him, which he will use as a means of freeing Mrs. Gower.
Hearing steps behind them, he looks, and lo! the light of the street lamp shows the face of the woman of the vestibule.
"By George, you are a lucky fellow; here is this poor little woman at your heels; you are too gallant to allow her to walk alone; step back and introduce me," he said, with the vague hope that he might in this way find the hold she has on Cobbe; but _l"homme propose, Dieu dispose_, for he said importantly:
"So she is; between you and I, the more faithless I am, the tighter she hugs;" and, turning on his heel, the woman with him, they go at a run down Major Street, leaving Blair, in blank dismay, standing in the cold of the snow-mantled night.
After seeing talented Modjeska at the Grand, in "Faust," Mrs. Gower, having wished her friends a warm good-night, as she sleeps, dreams of a manly, handsome face bending over her, while the light in his eyes give point to his words of "Better lo"ed ye canna be."
CHAPTER XXIII.
THE THREE LINKS.
On a cold afternoon, in January"s third week, when fair Toronto"s children wore the colors of Old Boreas; when the spirits of the air floated on the frozen breaths of humanity, and when imagination held that the giant cyclone of the North-west had hurled into our midst a bit of the North Pole, on such a day Holmnest is a snug spot; not one of those mansions with a small coal account that some of our moneyed citizens exist in in cold grandeur during winter"s reign; but small, warm and home-like. So thought Mrs. Dale, who is again spending a few days with her friend, and who is now seated with Mr. Blair beside the glowing grate in the drawing-room; he cannot keep away, and having confided his hopes and fears to her, they have become warm friends.
Mrs. Gower and Miss Crew are down town shopping, the latter having abandoned her intention to seek employment other than her voluntary deeds of good as a city missioner, she having received a bill of exchange from the mother country on the Bank of British North America; whether from this cause or from the fact of her constant visits to the quietly happy-looking couple she had met on New Year"s Day, her friends can only guess; but she is certainly looking happier, though still reticent as to her private history, merely telling Mrs. Gower, to whom she has become much attached, that before long she will ask their advice, and tell them all.