BENT, as was Strahan, upon his scheme of disturbing Merwyn"s pride and indifference, he resolved to permit several days to pa.s.s before repeating his call. He also, as well as Marian, was unwilling to compromise himself beyond a certain point, and it was his hope that he might receive a speedy visit. He was not disappointed, for on the ensuing day Merwyn sauntered up the Strahan avenue, and, learning that the young officer had gone to camp, followed him thither. The cold glance from the fair stranger in the phaeton dwelt in his memory, and he was pleased to find that it formed sufficient incentive to action.
Strahan saw him coming with a grim smile, but greeted him with off-hand cordiality. "Sorry, Merwyn," he said, "I can give you only a few moments before I go on duty."
"You are not on duty evenings?"
"Yes, every other evening."
"How about to-night?"
"At your service."
"Are you acquainted with the people who reside at a cottage--" and he described Marian"s abode.
"Yes."
"Who are they?"
"Mr. Vosburgh has rented the place as a summer residence for his family. His wife and daughter are there usually, and he comes when he can.
"And the daughter"s name?"
"Miss Marian Vosburgh."
"Will you introduce me to her?"
"Certainly."
"I sha"n"t be poaching on your grounds, shall I?"
"Miss Vosburgh honors me with her friendship,--nothing more."
"Is it so great an honor?"
"I esteem it as such."
"Who are they, anyway?"
"Well, as a family I regard them as my equals, and Miss Marian as my superior."
"Oh come, Strahan, gossip about them a little."
The officer burst out laughing. "Well," he said, "for a man of your phenomenal reticence you are asking a good many questions."
Merwyn colored slightly and blundered: "You know my motive, Strahan; one does not care to make acquaintances that are not quite--" and then the expression of his host"s eyes checked him.
"I a.s.sure you the Vosburghs are "QUITE,"" Strahan said, coldly. "Did I not say they were my equals? You may esteem yourself fortunate if Miss Vosburgh ever permits you to feel yourself to be her equal."
"Why, how so?" a little irritably.
"Because if a man has brains and discernment the more he sees of her the more will he be inclined to doubt his equality."
Merwyn smiled in a rather superior way, and, with a light laugh, said: "I understand, Strahan. A man in your plight ought to feel in that way; at least, it is natural that he should. Now see here, old fellow, I"ll keep aloof if you say so."
"Why should you? You have seen few society queens abroad who received so much and so varied homage as Miss Vosburgh. There are half a dozen fellows there, more or less, every evening, and you can take your chances among them."
"Oh, she"s a bit of a coquette, then?"
"You must discover for yourself what she is," said the young man, buckling on his sword. "She has my entire respect."
"You quite pique my curiosity. I"ll drive in for you this evening."
At the hour appointed, Strahan, in civilian"s dress, stepped into Merwyn"s carriage and was driven rapidly to the cottage. Throwing the reins to a footman, the young fellow followed the officer with a confidence not altogether well founded, as he soon learned. Many guests were present, and Lane was among them. When Merwyn was presented Marian was observed to bow merely and not give her hand, as was her custom when a friend of hers introduced a friend. Some of the residents in the vicinity exchanged significant smiles when they saw that the fastidious and exclusive Willard Merwyn had joined their circle. Mrs. Vosburgh, who was helping to entertain the guests, recognized nothing in his presence beyond a new social triumph for her daughter, and was very gracious. To her offices, as hostess, he found himself chiefly relegated for a time.
This suited him exactly, since it gave him a chance for observation; and certainly the little drawing-room, with its refined freedom, was a revelation to him. Conversation, repartee, and jest were unrestrained. While Lane was as gay as any present, Merwyn was made to feel that he was no ordinary man, and it soon came out in the natural flow of talk that he, too, was in the service. Merwyn was introduced also to a captain of the regular army, and, whatever he might think of these people, he instinctively felt that they would no more permit themselves to be patronized than would the sons of n.o.ble houses abroad. Indeed, he was much too adroit to attempt anything of the kind, and, with well-bred ease, made himself at home among them in general conversation.
Meanwhile, he watched Marian with increasing curiosity. To him she was a new and very interesting type. He had seen no such vivacity and freedom abroad, and his experience led him to misunderstand her. "She is of the genus American girl, middle cla.s.s," he thought, "who, by her beauty and the unconventionality of her drawing-room, has become a quasi-belle. None of these men would think of marrying her, unless it is little Strahan, and he wouldn"t five years hence.
Yet she is piquant and fascinating after her style, a word and a jest for each and all, and spoken with a sort of good-comradeship, rather than with an if-you-please-sir air. I must admit, however, that there is nothing loud in tone, word, or manner. She is as delicate and refined as her own beauty, and, although this rather florid mamma is present as chaperon, the scene and the actors are peculiarly American. Well, I owe Strahan a good turn. I can amuse myself with this girl without scruple."
At last he found an opportunity to say, "We have met once before, I believe, Miss Vosburgh."
"Met? Where?"
"Where I was inclined to go to sleep, and you gave me such a charming frown that I awakened immediately and took a long ramble."
"I saw a person stretched at lazy length under the trees yesterday.
You know the horror ladies have of intoxicated men on the road-side."
"Was that the impression I made? Thanks."
"The impression made was that we had better pa.s.s as quickly as possible."
"You made a very different impression. Thanks to Strahan I am here this evening in consequence, and am delighted that I came."
""Delighted" is a strong word, Mr. Merwyn. Now that we are speaking of impressions, mine is that years have elapsed since you were greatly delighted at anything."
"What gives you such an impression?"
"Women can never account for their intuitions."
"Women? Do not use such an elderly word in regard to one appearing as if just entering girlhood."
"O Mr. Merwyn! have you not learned abroad that girls of my age are elderly indeed compared with men of yours?"
He bit his lip. "English girls are not so--"
"Fast?"
"I didn"t say that. They certainly have not the vivacity and fascination that I am discovering in your drawing-room."