f.a.n.n.y t.i.ttered; Zoe blushed again at such a fib and such _aplomb._
"Oh, indeed," said Miss Maitland; "you were admiring it very close, sir."
"It is like herself--it will bear inspection."
This was wormwood to Miss Maitland. "Even in our ashes live their wonted fires;" and, though she was sixty, she disliked to hear a young woman praised. She bridled, then returned to the attack.
"Next time you wish to inspect it, you had better ask her _to take it off,_ and show you."
"May I, Miss Maitland?" inquired the ingenuous youth. "She would not think that a liberty?"
His mild effrontery staggered her for a moment, and she glared at him, speechless, but soon recovered, and said, bitterly, "Evidently _not."_ With this she turned her back on him rather ungraciously, and opened fire on her own s.e.x.
"Zoe!" (sharply).
"Yes, aunt." (faintly)
"Tell your brother--if he can leave off smoking--I wish to speak to him."
Zoe hung her head, and was in no hurry to bring about the proposed conference.
While she deliberated, says f.a.n.n.y, with vast alacrity, "I"ll tell him, aunt."
"Oh, f.a.n.n.y!" murmured Zoe, in a reproachful whisper.
"All right!" whispered f.a.n.n.y in reply, and whipped out on to the balcony.
"Here"s Aunt Maitland wants to know if you ever leave off smoking;" and she threw a most aggressive manner into the query.
The big man replied, composedly, "Tell her I do--at meals and prayers; but I always _sleep_ with a pipe in my mouth--heavily insured!"
"Well, then, you mustn"t; for she has something very particular to say to you when you"ve done smoking."
"Something particular! That means something disagreeable. Tell her I shall be smoking all day to-day."
f.a.n.n.y danced into the room and said, "He says he shall be smoking all day, _under the circ.u.mstances."_
Miss Maitland gave this faithful messenger the look of a basilisk, and flounced to her own room. The young ladies instantly stepped out on the balcony, and got one on each side of Harrington, with the feminine instinct of propitiation; for they felt sure the enemy would tell, soon or late.
"What does the old cat want to talk to me about?" said Harrington, lazily, to f.a.n.n.y.
It was Zoe who replied:
"Can"t you guess, dear?" said she, tenderly--"our misconduct." Then she put her head on his shoulder, as much as to say, "But we have a more lenient judge here."
"As if I could not see _that_ without her a.s.sistance!" said Harrington Vizard. (Puff!) At which comfortable reply Zoe looked very rueful, and f.a.n.n.y burst out laughing.
Soon after this f.a.n.n.y gave Zoe a look, and they retired to their rooms; and Zoe said she would never come out again, and f.a.n.n.y must stay with her. f.a.n.n.y felt sure _ennui_ would thaw that resolve in a few hours; so she submitted, but declared it was absurd, and the very way to give a perfect trifle importance.
"Kiss your hand!" said she, disdainfully--"that is nothing. If I was the man, I"d have kissed both your cheeks long before this."
"And I should have boxed your ears and made you cry," said Zoe, with calm superiority.
So she had her way, and the deserted Severne felt dull, but was too good a general to show it. He bestowed his welcome company on Mr. Vizard, walked with him, talked with him, and made himself so agreeable, that Vizard, who admired him greatly, said to him, "What a good fellow you are, to bestow your sunshine on me. I began to be afraid those girls had got you, and tied you to their ap.r.o.n-strings altogether."
"Oh, no!" said Severne: "they are charming; but, after all, one can"t do without a male friend: there are so few things that interest ladies.
Unless you can talk red-hot religion, you are bound to flirt with them a little. To be sure, they look shy, if you do, but if you don"t--"
"They _are_ bored; whereas they only _looked_ shy. I know "em. Call another subject, please."
"Well, I will; but perhaps it may not be so agreeable a one."
"That is very unlikely," said the woman-hater, dryly.
"Well, it is Tin. I"m rather short. You see, when I fell in with you at Monaco, I had no idea of coming this way; but, meeting with an old college friend--what a tie college is, isn"t it? There is nothing like it; when you have been at college with a man, you seem never to wear him out, as you do the acquaintances you make afterward."
"That is very true," said Vizard warmly.
"Isn"t it? Now, for instance, if I had only known you of late years, I should feel awfully shy of borrowing a few hundreds of you--for a month or two."
"I don"t know why you should, old fellow."
"I should, though. But having been at college together makes all the difference. I don"t mind telling you that I have never been at Homburg without taking a turn at the table, and I am grizzling awfully now at not having sent to my man of business for funds."
"How much do you want? That is the only question."
"Glad to hear it," thought Severne. "Well, let me see, you can"t back your luck with less than five hundred."
"Well, but we have been out two months; I am afraid I haven"t so much left. Just let me see." He took out his pocket-book, and examined his letter of credit. "Do you want it to-day?"
"Why, yes; I do."
"Well, then, I am afraid you can only have three hundred. But I will telegraph Herries, and funds will be here to-morrow afternoon."
"All right," said Severne.
Vizard took him to the bank, and exhausted his letter of credit: then to the telegraph-office, and telegraphed Herries to enlarge his credit at once. He handed Severne the three hundred pounds. The young man"s eye flashed, and it cost him an effort not to s.n.a.t.c.h them and wave them over his head with joy: but he controlled himself, and took them like two-pence-halfpenny. "Thank you, old fellow," said he. Then, still more carelessly, "Like my I O U?"
"As you please," said Vizard, with similar indifference; only real.
After he had got the money, Severne"s conversational powers relaxed--short answers--long reveries.
Vizard observed, stopped short, and eyed him. "I remember something at Oxford, and I am afraid you are a gambler; if you are, you won"t be good for much till you have lost that three hundred. It will be a dull evening for me without you: I know what I"ll do--I"ll take my hen-party to the opera at Homburg. There are stalls to be got here. I"ll get one for you, on the chance of your dropping in."
The stalls were purchased, and the friends returned at once to the hotel, to give the ladies timely intimation. They found f.a.n.n.y and Zoe seated, rather disconsolate, in the apartment Zoe had formally renounced: at sight of the stall tickets, the pair uttered joyful cries, looked at each other, and vanished.
"You won"t see _them_ any more till dinner-time," said Vizard. "They will be discussing dress, selecting dress, trying dresses, and changing dresses, for the next three hours." He turned round while speaking, and there was Severne slipping away to his own bedroom.
Thus deserted on all sides, he stepped into the balcony and lighted a cigar. While he was smoking it, he observed an English gentleman, with a stalwart figure and a beautiful brown beard, standing on the steps of the hotel. "Halloo!" said he, and hailed him. "Hi, Uxmoor! is that you?"