Miss Wildmere also went to her room and read her father"s letter. It contained these few and significant words: "In speaking of possible relations with Mr. M. I emphasized a small but important word--"if."
I now commend it to you still more emphatically. You know I prefer Mr. M. Therefore you will do well to heed my caution. Mr. M. may lose everything within a brief time."
Miss Wildmere frowned and bit her lip with vexation. Then her white face took on hard, resolute lines. "I came near making a fool of myself this afternoon," she muttered. "I was more than once tempted to let Graydon speak. Heavens! I"d like to be engaged to him for awhile.
Mr. Arnault plays a bold, steady hand, but he"s the kind of man that might throw up the game if one put tricks on him. My original policy is the best. I must pit one against the other in a fair and open suit till I can take my choice. Now that it is clear that Graydon cares little for that hideous thing he calls his sister, my plan is safe."
"What a lovely color you have, Madge!" Graydon remarked, as they met at supper. "You are unequalled in your choice of cosmetics."
"Not to be surpa.s.sed, at any rate."
"Where did you get it?"
"Up at Grand View."
"What, have you climbed that mountain?"
"It"s not much of a mountain."
"It"s a tremendous mountain," cried little Harry. "Aunt Madge"s been teaching us to climb, and she lifted us up and down the steep places as if we were feathers, and she told us stories about the squirrels and birds we saw up there. Oh, didn"t we have a lovely time, Jennie?"
"Now I understand," said Graydon. "The glow in your face comes from the consciousness of good deeds."
"It comes from exertion. Are you not making too much effort to be satirical?"
"Therefore my face should be suffused with the hue of shame. You see I have changed also, and have become a cynic and a heathen from long residence in Europe."
"Please be a n.o.ble savage, then."
"That"s not the style of heathen they develop abroad."
"Madge told us about the savages that used to live in these mountains, and how bad they were treated," piped Jennie.
"Poor Lo! No wonder he went to the bad," said Graydon, significantly.
"He was never recognized as a man and a brother."
"And he was unsurpa.s.sed in retaliation," Madge added.
"Considering his total depravity and general innocence, that was to be expected."
"It turned out to be bad policy."
"In so far as he was a man he hadn"t any policy."
"I shall not depreciate the Indians for the sake of argument. They rarely followed the wrong trail, however."
"What on earth are you and Madge driving at?" exclaimed Mrs. Muir.
"It matters little at what, but Madge appears to be the better driver," chuckled Mr. Muir.
"You have a stanch champion in Henry," said Graydon.
"You wouldn"t have him take sides against a woman?"
"Oh, no, but you have become so abundantly able to take care of yourself that he might remain neutral."
"When you all begin to talk English again I"ll join in, and now merely remark that I am grateful to you, Madge, for taking care of the children. Jack was good with the nurse, too, and I"ve had a splendid nap."
"I"m evidently the delinquent," laughed Graydon, "and have led the way in a conversation that has been as bad as whispering in company. What will become of me? You are not going to church to-night, Madge?"
"I did not expect to. If your conscience needs soothing--"
"Oh, no, no. My conscience has been seared with a hot iron--a cold one, I mean. The effects are just the same."
At the supper-room door they were met by Dr. Sommers, with a world of comical trouble in his face, and he drew Madge aside.
"What"s a man to do?" he began. "Here"s our choir-leader sick, and the rest won"t chirp without him. I can"t sing any more than I can dance.
You can--sing, I mean--both, for that matter. I"d give the best cast of a fly I ever had to take you out in a reel. Well, here"s the trouble. It"s nearly meeting-time, and what"s a meeting without music?
You can sing--I"m sure you can. I"ve heard you twice in the chapel.
Now, it isn"t imposing on good-nature, is it, to ask you to come over and start the tunes for us to-night? Come now, go with me. It will be a great favor, and I"ll get even with you before the summer is over."
Madge hesitated a moment. She had hoped for a chat with Graydon that evening, which might lead to a better understanding, and end their tendency to rather th.o.r.n.y badinage. But she heard him chatting gayly with Miss Wildmere and Mr. Arnault in the distance; therefore she said, quietly, "It is time for me to get even with you first. To refuse would not be nice after the lovely drive you took us the other day."
"Oh, you made that square as you went along. Well, now, this is famous. What a meeting we"ll have!"
"You explain to Mrs. Muir, and I"ll get my hat."
"I"m in luck," the doctor began, joining the Muirs on the piazza.
"Of course you are. You are always in luck," said Mrs. Muir.
"Oh, no, oh, no. Draw it milder than that. I"ve fished many a bad day.
I"m in luck to-night. What do you think? You can"t guess."
"You and Madge had your heads together, and so something will happen.
Are you going to capture a mountain?"
"Yes, a brace of "em before long. Well, as good luck would have it, our choir-leader is sick. I thought it was bad luck at first, and meant to give him an awful dose for being so inopportune. It has turned out famously. "All-things work together for good," you know.
That text required faith once when I had hooked a three-pound trout, and in my eagerness tumbled in where the fish was. Oh, here you are, Miss Alden. We"ll go right along, for it"s about time."
"But you haven"t explained," cried Mrs. Muir.
"We will when we come back," said the doctor.
"Oh, I"m merely going over to the chapel to help the doctor out with the singing," said Madge, carelessly. "Good-by."
"Well," remarked Mr. Muir, _sotto voce_, "if I were a young fellow, there"s a trail I"d follow, and not that will-o"-the-wisp yonder."
"What did you say, Henry?" asked his wife.