"Believe me, I couldna help mysel", la.s.sie, no more than I now can help myself coming to your house, and feeling so at home with you, as though I had known you for years, instead of for days. Do you feel a little as I do," he said, in his eager earnestness, turning his blue eyes full on her face.
"I do; you will never be a stranger to me," she said, simply.
"Thank you; do you know that evening coming from the Grand, after "Erminie;" I was in the seventh heaven after having been so near you."
""So near, and yet so far,"" she said, smiling; "for the frowning battlements of the conventionalities were still between us."
"Yes; but I dreamed that your pretty lace fan would waft them away, being a woman (though, by your eyes, I feel sure a warm-hearted one); still, you cannot know how my heart leaped when I saw that you had forgotten your fan; my first impulse led me to follow you with it, but Scotch second-sight suggested the means I adopted, to tell you my name.
How did you like it?"
"Very much, indeed," she said, smiling, as looking into his face half shyly, remembering how she had pressed his card to her lips; "I love both your names, for reasons I may tell you another time. Are you Highland Scotch?"
"Yes; and from fair Dunkeld."
"Indeed! you must be proud of your birthplace; the scenery must be beautiful, were it only in among your groves of trees. I love the giants of the forest so, that I wonder in the Pagan world they have not been as G.o.ds; now we sing,
""Ye groves that wave in Spring, And glorious forests sing, Alleluia.""
"You have a pa.s.sion for trees, I see, and would surely like Dunkeld; 30,000,000 alone are said to have been planted by a Duke of Athol; we father on to the scenery a spice of romance running through us."
"Don"t try to excuse it by fathering it on to other than your own nature; our age is too practical; but Emerson expresses my thoughts exactly when he says "everything but cyphering is hustled out of sight; man asks for a novel, that is, asks leave for a few hours to be a poet."
But, perhaps, you don"t agree with me?"
"I do, or I should have a larger account at my bankers; I fear I am not a canny Scotchman, for I have spent a good deal in giving my poor wife and self a glimpse of the poetry of other lands."
"That was right, and kind. Do you know I think the world would be a better place to live in if, after one had made a sufficiency, one was compelled to give place to others, and if no credit was given in any case."
"That, without doubt, would settle a good deal, and do away with communism," he said, laughingly; "for there would be no large fortunes to grab. As to no credit, I fear, until we reach Elysian fields, we shall have failures, duns, and other fruits of the credit system," he said, gravely.
"Do you intend remaining in Toronto?" she said, intent upon her embroidery.
"That depends," he said, trying to read her; "don"t go away; that old gold chair, with its crimson arms, becomes you (in woman"s parlance), and brings out your warm tints."
"I should think you would admire a woman like pretty Mrs. St. Clair, as you yourself are dark."
"Yes; she is a pretty little thing; a triumph of art though; but, if you will allow me to say so, I admire your style; usually there is more force of character in dark women rather than in fair."
"Yes; do you think so?"
"I do; now, for instance, there is St. Clair, miserable at the aimless existence of his wife: she is either in hysterics or in--cosmetics."
"We hear he is insanely jealous of her."
"Rumor, as you know, dear Mrs. Grower, says more than her prayers. He tells me he is not jealous; for he does not believe any man would be silly enough to give him cause; but that by he or his son going about with her, her quest for admiration is held in check."
"Oh, I see; that is the reason they attend her so closely; what a pity we are so foolish as to throw away life happiness, and the pa.s.sing of our time in rest and quietness for the evanescent soap bubbles of a pa.s.sing hour; but it is growing late; come and see my palms in my pet room, the library, before you go."
"Thank you;" the mere words were naught, but he looked so quietly happy, as he drew the hangings for their exit, that the color came to her cheeks as she remembered her oath, to as quickly fade on the clock striking ten, and the hall bell ringing simultaneously, as a man outside stamped the snow off his boots, impatiently saying, hurriedly, the startled look again in her face:
"Ten o"clock; I fear I must postpone your visit to the library."
"Is there any trouble I can shield you from? if so, you have only to command me," he said, quickly, taking her hand in good night. "No, no, not now," she said, with a troubled look.
"Think, and tell me on New Year"s Day," he said, b.u.t.toning his overcoat.
"I shook her off, Elaine," he said, impulsively, not seeing Mr. Blair, who was rather back of the door. "Oh, I beg pardon," he continued, sulkily. "I thought you were alone, and watching for my return."
"It is so late," she said, as Mr Blair made his exit.
"Nonsense, who was the man; I don"t think it"s right of you to have gentleman visitors," he said, in aggrieved tones.
"Now, Philip, does not that sound rather absurd? and, as I have before told you, I wish you would not come here at such a late hour; I don"t like it," she said, gravely, as they went into the dining-room, where the usual little supper stood on a tray.
"But we are engaged, it"s you who are absurd," he said, pettishly; "but don"t let us bother about it, my frosty walk has been quite an appetizer. Did you find it long, pet, while I was away? but I forget, you had that man here. A ring! bother."
"It is Miss Crew, who is, you know, visiting me. Excuse me a moment, I hear Captain Tremaine"s voice."
"Hang all her visitors," he muttered.
"I am glad to see you back, dear; come into the dining-room, both of you."
"Thanks, I believe if you only had potato and point, you would offer some one the potato."
"If so, they should thank you; for, from admiration of your hospitality, to imitation, was but one step."
"Blarney, blarney, you might only say that to the Chinese. These oysters are very fine, nothing like eating them off the sh.e.l.l."
"Just my taste; these were sent me by a friend."
"I never saw a man look more at home, than you, Cobbe; if all bachelors looked as contentedly jolly, we would not pity you so."
"No pity for me, Tremaine, thanks. I have given many of you cause for envy."
"He is not at all vain, Captain Tremaine," said Mrs. Gower, amusedly.
"Not for him," said Tremaine, jokingly.
"What is to be our color for 1888?"
"Orange or blue, Mrs. Gower; half the men I have met to-day say one, half the other; opinions are divided."
"Had the other man been a green Reformer, though, I would have bet on him," said Mr. Cobbe, b.u.t.toning on his overcoat.
"There is something in that," she said; "for some would say he would have the Ontario Government at his back."
"So he would, and good backers they would be, too. Good-night, Elaine; shall I see you at St. John"s Church, to-morrow?" he said, in an undertone.
"Don"t ask me, after my last experience; I am going all the way to Holy Trinity Church, with Miss Crew; but shall be at home Monday, excepting while at the polls."