He was charmed, puzzled, delighted. Brown eyes sometimes say more than they mean, and Elsie never knew how much seemed to be conveyed in that flashing look. Had she awakened all at once to the knowledge that Francis (with a very little encouragement) was willing to lay himself and all his worldly goods at her feet?
Arnold Wayne was puzzled too, and a sharp pain smote him to the heart.
Was this the woman who had spoken to him in the little London room, with a voice like that of an angel? Then they had seemed to stand on the threshold of a beautiful life to be. There had been the unuttered consciousness of a comfort that each could give--a feeling of need and longing that each could fill.
And that golden hour had gone by. She was only a flirt, after all; more clever and more refined than the other flirts he had known, but just as unreal and unscrupulous as the rest.
She did not know what she had done. It seems to be a long way down from the mountain-top to the common earth at its base; but a woman can accomplish the descent in a moment.
She was very beautiful, certainly; he had not discovered until this instant what a power of witchery lurked in those dark eyes. He had gazed into their brown depths as a man who looks deep into a crystal pool, thinking that he sees all that is there.
She had not looked at him when she rejected his aid and sprang out with the help of Francis. She did not look at him when she turned and took Jamie by the hand.
"Are you not tired of the boy yet?" asked Mrs. Verdon"s silvery voice.
"You are very kind, dear Miss Kilner; but pray send him to nurse if he wearies you."
"He does not weary me in the least," Elsie answered, looking smilingly into Katherine"s face. She could smile unflinchingly, although she saw that Arnold was staying by the "fair ladye"s" side.
"Let them go their way together," she thought. "After all, what right have I to care?"
As to Francis Ryan, he forgot that Lily Danforth was looking after him with glances full of the deepest reproach. He had never been thoroughly in love with Lily; he had only felt for her that spurious kind of love which grows out of proximity. But she, poor girl, had set all her hopes upon him, and was very miserable when she saw what Elsie had done. She began to think that she had made an enemy of Miss Kilner.
"It was Mary"s fault," she thought bitterly. "Mary decided that we should give her the cold shoulder. "We don"t know who she is," she said.
Absurd! It would have been better to have been civil."
Elsie, too, had forgotten Lily. The hint which Arnold had given her about the old attachment between his cousin and Ryan had slipped out of her mind. She was intent on wearing a brave face before the world, and hiding all the outward and visible signs of heartache.
Yet there was no need to hide a pain which no one suspected her of enduring. No one, save Mrs. Lennard, had discovered that Elsie had a secret, and the old lady could keep her own counsel.
"I have scarcely had a word from you all day," said Francis, not caring to conceal his delight as he walked up the meadow by her side.
"I did not know that my words were of any value," Elsie answered.
The flush was still warm on her cheek, and the dangerous light still shone in her eyes. Under the shade of her black lace hat the face glowed like a rich flower.
"Is that quite true, Miss Kilner?" asked Francis, looking down at her with undisguised admiration. "I think you must know that any word of yours--even the lightest--is of value to me."
"I"m afraid I say a great many foolish words," she replied lightly. "And they are best forgotten. What a glorious day we are having! This is Jamie"s first picnic, and he will look back on it in years to come as a joy for ever. Rushbrook is certainly a charming place."
"Could you be content to live in Rushbrook?" Ryan suddenly asked.
"Always? I don"t know."
"Try and see if you get tired of it, Miss Kilner."
"I am not tired of it yet," she said hurriedly, half afraid that he would go too far. "It is a place to remember and dream of on a November day in London."
"Do you realise that we are not very far from November?" Francis said.
"We are only divided from that dreaded month by September and October.
And they will go by like a dream; they always do. "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.""
"I"ve been gathering them ever since I came here, Mr. Ryan. Don"t talk of November now; I hate it."
"I should not hate it," he murmured, "if we could spend it together."
"Here is Mrs. Lennard looking for me," exclaimed Elsie hastily. "I have lost sight of her too long."
She went quickly towards her old friend, who received her with questioning eyes.
"You are getting too warm, my dear," Mrs. Lennard said. "Come and sit down in a cool spot. Mrs. Appleby has been wanting to chat with you; she knew your mother years ago."
Elsie found Mrs. Appleby on a camp-stool under the beeches, and sank down on the gra.s.s by her side. Mrs. Lennard took possession of Jamie, and kept him quiet by telling him an enchanting story.
The talk about old days soothed Elsie, and brought her, unawares, into a better state of mind. Mrs. Appleby knew nothing of the storm that she was helping to still. She chatted on, pleasantly and calmly, about those who had done with all storms for ever and ever; and by-and-by the young woman beside her began to remember that the struggle is short, and the rest long.
They were drinking tea under the trees when the wanderers came dropping in, by twos and threes, from all points of the compa.s.s. Among the latest were Arnold and Mrs. Verdon--a goodly pair.
People smiled furtively, and exchanged meaning glances when these two arrived. Arnold"s eyes sought for the person who still interested him above all others, in spite of the shock she had given him. His heart was comforted when he saw her sitting quietly under a gigantic beech by an old lady"s side.
"Dear Elsie," Jamie whispered, "I"ve had enough tea. It"ll soon be my bedtime. Take me down to the boat and let me have just one row more, and then give me to nurse."
At the same moment Mrs. Lennard was addressing Francis in her most persuasive voice.
"Dear Mr. Ryan, you are doing nothing, and we are all so comfortably idle here in the shade. It will be most kind if you will hold my skein of yarn."
The young man held out his hands with ready obedience. Elsie was only two or three yards away, and he was content.
A few moments later Miss Kilner rose and took Jamie by the hand; and at the same instant Mrs. Verdon gave a sudden exclamation.
"I have left my little white shawl in the boat!" she cried. "It"s a dear little shawl. I wouldn"t lose it for the world."
"I will get it for you," Elsie said readily. "Jamie and I are going down to the boat before he says "Good-night.""
"Oh, thanks!" Mrs. Verdon responded gratefully; and then she glanced at Arnold, as if she expected him to sit down beside her on the gra.s.s.
But he remained standing bolt upright for a second. Then he took a stride in Elsie"s direction. "I think I"ll look after the shawl myself,"
he was heard to say. "Giles"s old brain is apt to get confused after any kind of excitement."
Francis Ryan made an uneasy movement, but he was tied and bound with the skein of yarn; and Mrs. Lennard, winding steadily, was smiling into his eyes.
The hand which held Jamie unconsciously tightened its grasp, and the boy looked up in surprise.
"Why do you squeeze me so hard, Elsie?" he asked. "I ain"t going to run away."
She did not reply; her heart was throbbing fast, and Arnold found that even the most commonplace remark stuck in his throat somehow. They walked for some yards together in silence.
"I hope you have had a pleasant day," he said at last.
"Very pleasant," she answered; "and Jamie has been the best of good boys."