"You will have to excuse me," he said, coldly; "you seem, as you say, to have made a study of women from your own standpoint, but our standards of beauty differ so radically that further discussion of the subject is useless."
"Ah, well, every man according to his taste, of course," Walcott remarked, indifferently, and, turning lightly, he walked away, a faint gleam of amus.e.m.e.nt lighting his dark features.
Half an hour later, as Darrell glided over the floor with Kate, some irresistible force drew his glance towards the bay-window where within the shadow of the palms Walcott was now standing alone, suave as ever.
Their eyes met for an instant only, and Walcott smiled. The dance went on, but the smile, like a poisoned shaft, entered Darrell"s soul and rankled there.
Both Darrell and Walcott were marked men that night and attracted universal attention and comment. Darrell"s pale, intellectual face, penetrating eyes, and dark hair already streaked with gray would have attracted attention anywhere, as would also Walcott with his olive skin, his cynical smile, and graceful, sinuous movement. In addition, Darrell"s peculiar mental condition and the fact that his ident.i.ty was enveloped in a degree of mystery rendered him doubly interesting. In the case of each this was his introduction to the social life of Ophir. Each had been a resident of the town, the one as a student and recluse, the other as a business man, but each was a stranger to the stratum known as society. Each held himself aloof that evening from the throng: the one, through natural reserve, courteous but indifferent to the pa.s.sing crowd; the other alert, watchful, studying the crowd; weighing, gauging this new element, speculating whether or not it were worth his while to court its favor, whether or not he could make of it an ally for his own future advantage.
Soon after his arrival Walcott had begged of Kate Underwood the honor of a waltz, but her programme being then nearly filled she could only give him one well towards the end. As he intended to render himself conspicuous by dancing only once, and then with the belle of the evening, it was at quite a late hour when he first made his appearance on the floor. Kate was on his arm, and at that instant his criticism, made earlier in the evening, that she was too colorless, certainly could not have applied.
As he led her out upon the floor he bent his gaze upon her with a look which brought the color swiftly to her face in crimson waves that flooded the full, snow-white throat and, surging upward, reached even to the blue-veined temples. Instinctively she shrank from him with a sensation almost of fear, but something in his gaze held her as though spell-bound. She looked into his eyes like one fascinated, scarcely knowing what he said or what reply she made. The waltz began, and as their fingers touched Kate"s nerves tingled as though from an electric shock. She shivered slightly, then, angry with herself, used every exertion to overcome the strange spell. To a great extent she succeeded, but she felt benumbed, as though moving in a dream or in obedience to some will stronger than her own, while her temples throbbed painfully and her respiration grew hurried and difficult. She grew dizzy, but pride came to her rescue, and, except for the color which now ran riot in her cheeks and a slight tremor through her frame, there was no hint of her agitation. Her partner was all that could be desired, guiding her through the circling crowds, and supporting her in the swift turns with the utmost grace and courtesy, but it was a relief when it was over. At her request, Walcott escorted her to a seat near her aunt, then smilingly withdrew with much inward self-congratulation.
At that moment Darrell, seeing Kate unengaged, hastened to her side.
"You look warm and the air here is oppressive," he said, observing her flushed face and fanning her gently; "shall we go outside for a few moments?"
"Yes, please; anywhere out of this heat and glare," she answered; "my temples throb as if they would burst and my face feels as though it were on fire!"
Darrell hastened to the hall, returning an instant later with a light wrap which he proceeded to throw about Kate"s shoulders.
"You are tired, Katherine," said Mrs. Dean, "more tired than you realize now; you had better not dance any more to-night."
"I have but two more dances, auntie," the young girl answered, smiling; "you surely would not wish me to forego those;" adding, in a lower tone, as she turned towards Darrell, "one of them is your waltz, and I would not miss that for anything!"
They pa.s.sed through the hall and out upon a broad balcony. They could hear the subdued laughter of couples strolling through the brightly lighted grounds below, while over the distant landscape shone the pale weird light of the waning moon, just rising in the east. None of the guests had discovered the balcony opening from the hall on the third floor, so they had it exclusively to themselves.
As Darrell drew Kate"s arm closer within his own he was surprised to feel her trembling slightly, while the hand lying on his own was cold as marble.
"My dear child!" he exclaimed; "your hands are cold and you are trembling! What is the matter--are you cold?"
"No, not cold exactly, only shivery," she answered, with a laugh. "My head was burning up in there, and I feel sort of hot flashes and then a creepy, shivery feeling by turns; but I am not cold out here, really,"
she added, earnestly, as Darrell drew her wrap more closely about her.
"Nevertheless, I cannot allow you to stay out here any longer," Darrell replied, finding his first taste of masculine authority very sweet.
For an instant Kate felt a very feminine desire to put his authority to the test, but the sense of his protection and his solicitude for her welfare seemed particularly soothing just then, and so, with only a saucy little smile, she silently allowed him to lead her into the house.
At his suggestion, however, they did not return to the ball-room, but pa.s.sed around through an anteroom, coming out into a small, circular apartment, dimly lighted and cosily furnished, opening upon one corner of the ball-room.
"It strikes me," said Darrell, as he drew aside the silken hangings dividing the two rooms and pushed a low divan before the open s.p.a.ce, "this will be fully as pleasant as the balcony and much safer."
"The very thing!" Kate exclaimed, sinking upon the divan with a sigh of relief; "we will have a fine view of the dancers and yet be quite secluded ourselves."
A minuet was already in progress on the floor, and for a few moments Kate watched the stately, graceful dance, while Darrell, having adjusted her wrap lightly about her, seated himself beside her and silently watched her face with deep content.
Gradually the throbbing in her temples subsided, the nervous tremor ceased, her color became natural, and she felt quite herself again. She leaned back against the divan and looked with laughing eyes into Darrell"s face.
"Mr. Darrell, do you believe in hypnotism?" she suddenly inquired.
"In hypnotism? Yes; but not in many of those who claim to practise it.
Most of them are mere impostors. But why do you ask?" he continued, drawing her head down upon his shoulder and looking playfully into her eyes; "are you trying to hypnotize me?"
Kate laughed merrily and shook her head. "I"m afraid I wouldn"t find you a good subject," she said; then added, slowly, as her face grew serious:
"Do you know, I believe I was hypnotized to-night by that dreadful Mr.
Walcott. He certainly cast a malign spell of some kind over me from the moment we went on the floor together till he left me."
"Why do you say that?" Darrell asked, quickly; "you know I did not see you on the floor with him, for Miss Stockton asked me to go with her for a promenade. We came back just as the waltz had ended and Mr. Walcott was escorting you to your aunt. I noticed that you seemed greatly fatigued and excused myself to Miss Stockton and came over at once. What had happened?"
Kate related what had occurred. "I can"t give you any idea of it," she said, in conclusion; "it seemed unaccountable, but it was simply dreadful. You know his eyes are nearly always closed in that peculiar way of his, and really I don"t think I had any idea how they looked; but to-night as he looked at me they were wide open; and, do you know, I can"t describe them, but they looked so soft and melting they were beautiful, and yet there was something absolutely terrible in their depths. It seemed some way like looking down into a volcano! And the worst of it was, they seemed to hold me--I couldn"t take my eyes from his. He was as kind and courteous as could be, I"ll admit that, but even the touch of his fingers made me shiver."
Darrell"s face had darkened during Kate"s recital, but he controlled his anger.
"Now, was that due to my own imagination or to some uncanny spell of his?" Kate insisted.
"To neither wholly, and yet perhaps a little of each," Darrell answered, lightly, not wishing to alarm her or lead her to attach undue importance to the occurrence. "I think Mr. Walcott has an abnormal amount of conceit, and that most of those little mannerisms of his are mainly to attract attention to himself. He was probably trying to produce some sort of an impression on your mind, and to that extent he certainly succeeded, only the impression does not seem to have been as favorable as he perhaps would have wished. No one but a conceited cad would have attempted such a thing, and with your supersensitive nature the effect on you was anything but pleasant, but don"t allow yourself to think about it or be annoyed by it. At the same time I would advise you not to place yourself in his power or where he could have any advantage of you.
By the way, this is our waltz, is it not?"
"It is," Kate replied, rising and watching Darrell as he removed her wrap and prepared to escort her to the ball-room. His playful badinage had not deceived her. As she took his arm she said, in a low tone,--
"You affect to treat this matter rather lightly, but, all the same, you have warned me against this man. "Forewarned is forearmed," you know, and no man can ever attempt to harm me or mine with impunity!"
Darrell turned quickly in surprise; there was a quality in her tone wholly unfamiliar.
"But I fear you exaggerate what I intended to convey," he said, hastily; "I do not know that he would ever deliberately seek to harm you, but he might render himself obnoxious in some way, as he did to-night."
She shook her head. "I was taken off guard to-night," she said; "but he had best never attempt anything of the kind a second time!"
They were now waiting for the waltz to begin; she continued, in the same low tone:
"I have had a western girl"s education. When I was a child this place was little more than a rough mining camp, with plenty of desperate characters. My father trained me as he would have trained a boy, and,"
she added, significantly, with a bright, proud smile, "I am just as proficient now as I was then!"
Darrell scarcely heeded the import of her words, so struck was he by the change in her face, which had suddenly grown wonderfully like her father"s,--stern, impa.s.sive, unrelenting. She smiled, and the look vanished, and for the time he thought no more of it, but as the pa.s.sing cloud sometimes reveals features in a landscape unnoticed in the sunlight, so it had disclosed a phase of character latent, unguessed even by those who knew her best.
Two hours later the last carriage had gone; the guests from out of town who were to remain at The Pines for the night had retired, and darkness and silence had gradually settled over the house. A light still burned in Mr. Underwood"s private room, where he paced back and forth, his brows knit in deep thought, but his stern face lighted with a smile of intense satisfaction. Darrell, who had remained below to a.s.sist Mrs.
Dean in the performance of a few last duties, having accompanied her in a final tour of the deserted rooms to make sure that all was safe, bade her good-night and went upstairs. To his surprise, Kate"s library was still lighted, and through the open door he could see her at her desk writing.
She looked up on hearing his step, and, as he approached, rose and came to the door.
She had exchanged her evening gown for a dainty robe de chambre of white cashmere and lace, and, standing there against the background of mellow light, her hair coiled low on her neck, while numerous intractable locks curled about her ears and temples, it was small wonder that Darrell"s eyes bespoke his admiration and love, even if his lips did not.
"Writing at this time of night!" he exclaimed; "we supposed you asleep long ago."
"Sh! don"t speak so loud," she protested. "You"ll have Aunt Marcia up here! I have nearly finished my writing, so you needn"t scold."
Glancing at the large journal lying open on her desk, Darrell asked, with a quizzical smile,--
"Couldn"t that have been postponed for a few hours?"