"Did anything-kill it?" she asked carelessly.
"I don"t think it ever lived very long. Anyway there is something missing in the man; something blank in him. A girl"s time is wasted in wondering what is going on behind those adorable eyes of his. Because there is nothing going on-it"s all on the surface-the charm, the man"s engaging ways and manners-all surface... . I thought I"d better tell you, Ailsa."
"There was no necessity," said Ailsa calmly. "We scarcely exchanged a dozen words."
As she spoke she became aware of a shape behind the veranda windows, a man"s upright figure pa.s.sing and repa.s.sing. And now, at the open window, it suddenly emerged into full sunlight, a spare, sinewy, active gentleman of fifty, hair and moustache thickly white, a deep seam furrowing his forehead from the left ear to the roots of the hair above the right temple.
The most engaging of smiles parted the young widow"s lips.
"Good morning, Captain Lent," she cried gaily. "You have neglected me dreadfully of late."
The Captain came to a rigid salute.
"April eleventh, eighteen-sixty-one!" he said with clean-cut precision. "Good morning, Mrs. Paige! How does your garden blow? Blow-blow ye wintry winds! Ahem! How have the roses wintered-the rose of yesterday?"
"Oh, I don"t know, sir. I am afraid my sister"s roses have not wintered very well. I"m really a little worried about them."
"I am worried about nothing in Heaven, on Earth, or in h.e.l.l," said the Captain briskly. "G.o.d"s will is doing night and day, Mrs. Paige. Has your brother-in-law gone to business?"
"Oh, yes. He and Stephen went at eight this morning."
"Is your sister-in-law well. G.o.d bless her!" shouted the Captain.
"Uncle, you mustn"t shout," remonstrated Camilla gently.
"I"m only exercising my voice,"-and to Ailsa:
"I neglect nothing, mental, physical, spiritual, that may be of the slightest advantage to my country in the hour when every respiration, every pulse beat, every waking thought shall belong to the Government which I again shall have the honour of serving."
He bowed stiffly from the waist, to Ailsa, to his niece, turned right about, and marched off into the house, his white moustache bristling, his hair on end.
"Oh, dear," sighed Camilla patiently, "isn"t it disheartening?"
"He is a dear," said Ailsa. "I adore him."
"Yes-if he"d only sleep at night. I am very selfish I suppose to complain; he is so happy and so interested these days-only-I am wondering-if there ever should be a war-would it break his poor old heart if he couldn"t go? They"ll never let him, you know."
Ailsa looked up, troubled:
"You mean-because!" she said in a low voice.
"Well I don"t consider him anything more than delightfully eccentric."
"Neither do I. But all this is worrying me ill. His heart is so entirely wrapped up in it; he writes a letter to Washington every day, and n.o.body ever replies. Ailsa, it almost terrifies me to think what might happen-and he be left out!"
"Nothing will happen. The world is too civilised, dear."
"But the papers talk about nothing else! And uncle takes every paper in New York and Brooklyn, and he wants to have the editor of the Herald arrested, and he is very anxious to hang the entire staff of the Daily News. It"s all well enough to stand there laughing, but I believe there"ll be a war, and then my troubles will begin!"
Ailsa, down on her knees again, dabbled thoughtfully in the soil, exploring the ma.s.ses of matted spider-wort for new shoots.
Camilla looked on, resignedly, her fingers playing with the loosened ma.s.ses of her glossy black hair. Each was following in silence the idle drift of thought which led Camilla back to her birthday party.
"Twenty!" she said still more resignedly-"four years younger than you are, Ailsa Paige! Oh dear-and here I am, absolutely unmarried. That is not a very maidenly thought, I suppose, is it Ailsa?"
"You always were a romantic child," observed Ailsa, digging vigorously in the track of a vanishing May beetle. But when she disinterred him her heart failed her and she let him scramble away.
"There! He"ll probably chew up everything," she said. "What a sentimental goose I am!"
"The first trace of real sentiment I ever saw you display," began Camilla reflectively, "was the night of my party."
Ailsa dug with energy. "That is absurd! And not even funny."
"You were sentimental!"
"I-well there is no use in answering you," concluded Ailsa.
"No, there isn"t. I"ve seen women look at men, and men look back again-the way he did!"
"Dear, please don"t say such things!"
"I"m going to say "em," insisted Camilla with malicious satisfaction. "You"ve jeered at me because I"m tender-hearted about men. Now my chance has come!"
Ailsa began patiently: "There were scarcely a dozen words spoken--"
Camilla, delighted, shook her dark curls.
"You"ve said that before," she laughed. "Oh, you pretty minx!-you and your dozen words!"
Ailsa Paige arose in wrath and stretched out a warning arm among her leafless roses; but Camilla placed both hands on the fence top and leaned swiftly down from the veranda steps,
"Forgive me, dear," she said penitently. "I was only trying to torment you. Kiss me and make up. I know you too well to believe that you could care for a man of that kind."
Ailsa"s face was very serious, but she lifted herself on tiptoe and they exchanged an amicable salute across the fence.
After a moment she said: "What did you mean by "a man of that kind"?"
Camilla"s shrug was expressive. "There are stories about him."
Ailsa looked thoughtfully into s.p.a.ce. "Well you won"t say such things to me again, about any man-will you, dear?"
"You never minded them before. You used to laugh."
"But this time," said Ailsa Paige, "it is not the least bit funny.
We scarcely exchanged--"
She checked herself, flushing with annoyance. Camilla, leaning on the garden fence, had suddenly buried her face in both arms. In feminine plumpness, when young, there is usually something left of the schoolgirl giggler.
The pretty girl below remained disdainfully indifferent. She dug, she clipped, she explored, inhaling, with little thrills, the faint mounting odour of forest loam and sappy stems.