You"re not running chances, I a.s.sure you."
"That relieves me," she replied rather scornfully. "If Arthur Weldon will vouch for them--"
"But I don"t. I"ll vouch for no one--not even myself," he declared hastily. She was calmly reading his face, and did not seem to approve the text.
"Are you as fickle as ever, then, _mon cher_?" she asked, softly.
"I"m not fickle, Diana. My fault is that I"m never serious."
"Never?"
"I cannot remember ever being serious; at least, where a girl was concerned."
Diana bit her lips to restrain a frown, but her eyes, which he was avoiding, flashed wickedly.
"That is surely a fault, my Arthur," was her tender reply. "Were you never serious during our quiet evenings together; our dances, theatre parties and romps?"
"That was merely fun. And you, Diana?"
"Oh, I enjoyed the fun, too. It meant so much to me. I began to live, then, and found life very sweet. But when you suddenly left me and went abroad--ah, _that_ was indeed serious."
Her tone was full of pa.s.sionate yearning. He laughed, trying to appear at ease. Some sort of an understanding must be had with Diana sooner or later, and she might as well realize at this present interview that the old relations could not be restored. His nature was not brutal and he disliked to hurt her; moreover, the boy had an uneasy feeling that he had been a far more ardent admirer of this peculiar girl than any fellow should be who had had no serious intentions; yet it would be folly to allow Diana to think she could win him back to his former allegiance. No compromising word had ever left his lips; he had never spoken of love to her. Yet the girl"s att.i.tude seemed to infer a certain possession of him which was far from agreeable.
Having gone so far, he should have said more; but here again his lack of moral courage proved his stumbling-block, and he weakly evaded a frank expression of his true feelings. "Life," he began somewhat haltingly, to break the embarra.s.sing pause, "is only serious when we make it so; and as soon as we make it serious it makes us unhappy. So I"ve adopted one invariable rule: to laugh and be gay."
"Then I too will be gay, and together we"ll enjoy life," responded Diana, with an effort to speak lightly. "I shall let your moods be my moods, Arthur, as a good friend should. Are we not affinities?"
Again he knew not what to say. Her persistence in clinging to her intangible hold upon him was extremely irritating, and he realized the girl was far too clever for him to cope with and was liable to cause him future trouble. Instead of seizing the opportunity to frankly undeceive her he foolishly evaded the subject.
"You"ve been tempting fate to-night," he remarked with a.s.sumed carelessness. "Don"t you remember that to stand four girls in a row is a bad omen?"
"Only for the one who first winks. Isn"t that the way the saying goes? I seldom wink, myself," she continued, smilingly. "But I have no faith in ill omens. Their power is entirely due to mental fear."
"I think not," said Arthur, glad the conversation had taken this turn.
"Once I knew a fellow with thirteen letters in his name. He had no mental fear. But he proposed to a girl--and was accepted."
She gave him one of those sudden, swift glances that were so disconcerting.
"If you had a middle initial, there would be thirteen letters in your own name, Arthur Weldon."
"But I haven"t, Diana; I haven"t," he protested, eagerly. "And if ever I propose to a girl I"m sure she"ll refuse me. But I"ve no intention of doing such a crazy thing, so I"m perfectly safe."
"You cannot be sure until you try, Arthur," she replied pointedly, and with a start he became conscious that he was again treading upon dangerous ground.
"Come; let us rejoin your guests," said he, offering her his arm. "They would all hate me if they knew I was keeping the fair Diana from them so long." "Arthur, I must have a good long; talk with you--one of our old, delightful confabs," she said, earnestly. "Will you call Sunday afternoon? Then we shall be quite undisturbed."
He hesitated.
"Sunday afternoon?" he answered.
"Yes."
"All right; I"ll come, Diana."
She gave him a grateful look and taking his arm allowed him to lead her back to the drawing-room. The crush was over, many having already departed. Some of the young people were dancing in the open s.p.a.ces to the music of a string orchestra hidden behind a bank of ferns in the hall.
Louise and Beth were the centers of attentive circles; Patsy conversed with merry freedom with a group of ancient dowagers, who delighted in her freshness and healthy vigor and were flattered by her consideration.
Mrs. Merrick--for she had been invited--sat in a corner gorgeously robed and stiff as a poker, her eyes devouring the scene. Noting the triumph of Louise she failed to realize she was herself neglected. A single glance sufficed to acquaint Diana with all this, and after a gracious word to her guests here and there she asked Arthur to dance with her. He could not well refuse, but felt irritated and annoyed when he observed Louise"s eyes fastened upon him in amused disdain. After a few turns he discovered some departing ones waiting to bid their hostess _adieu_, and escaped from his unpleasant predicament by halting his partner before them. Then he slipped away and quietly left the house before Diana had time to miss him.
CHAPTER VII
THE HERO ENTERS AND TROUBLE BEGINS
The Von Taer reception fully launched the three nieces in society.
Endorsed by Diana and backed by John Merrick"s millions and their own winsome charms, they were sure to become favorites in that admirable set to which they had fortunately gained admittance.
Cards poured in upon them during; the succeeding days and they found themselves busy returning calls and attending dinners, fetes, bridge parties and similar diversions. The great Mrs. Sandringham took a decided fancy to Louise, and when the committee was appointed to arrange for the social Kermess to be held in December, this dictatorial leader had the girl"s name included in the list. Naturally the favor led to all three cousins taking active part in the most famous social event of the season, and as an especial mark of favoritism they were appointed to conduct the "flower booth," one of the important features of the Kermess.
Mrs. Merrick was in the seventh heaven of ecstatic delight; Uncle John declared his three girls were sure to become shining lights, if not actual constellations, wherever they might be placed; Major Doyle growled and protested; but was secretly pleased to have "our Patsy the captain of the dress parade," where he fondly imagined she outcla.s.sed all others. All former denunciations of society at large were now ignored, even by unimpressive Beth, and the girls soon became deeply interested in their novel experiences.
Arthur Weldon sulked at home, unhappy and undecided, for a day or two after the reception. Sunday noon he dispatched a messenger to Diana with a note saying he would be unable to keep his appointment with her that afternoon. Then he went straight to the Merrick home and sent his card to Louise. The girl flushed, smiled, frowned, and decided to go down.
No one had ever interested her so much as Arthur Weldon. There had been a spice of romance about their former relations that made her still regard him as exceptional among mankind. She had been asking herself, since the night of the reception, if she still loved him, but could not come to a positive conclusion. The boy was no longer "ineligible," as he had been at first; even Uncle John could now have no serious objection to him. He was handsome, agreeable, occupied a good social position and was fairly well off in the way of worldly goods--the last point removing Mrs. Merrick"s former rejection of Arthur as a desirable son-in-law.
But girls are wayward and peculiar in such an _affaire du coeur_, and none of these things might have weighed with Louise had she not discovered that Diana Von Taer was in love with Arthur and intended to win him. That aroused the girl"s fighting instincts, rendered the young man doubly important, and easily caused Louise to forget her resentment at his temporary desertion of her. Perhaps, she reflected, it had partially been her own fault. Now that Arthur showed a disposition to renew their friendship, and she might promise herself the satisfaction of defeating Diana"s ambitions, it would be diplomatic, at least, to receive the youth with cordial frankness.
Therefore she greeted him smilingly and with outstretched hand, saying:
"This is quite a surprise, Mr. Weldon. I"d a notion you had forgotten me." "No, indeed, Louise! How could you imagine such a thing?" he answered, reproachfully.
"There was some evidence of the fact," she a.s.serted archly. "At one time you gave me no peace; then you became retiring. At last you disappeared wholly. What could I think, sir, under such circ.u.mstances?"
He stood looking down at her thoughtfully. How pretty she had grown; and how mature and womanly.
"Louise," said he, gently, "don"t let us indulge in mutual reproaches.
Some one must have been at fault and I"ll willingly take all the blame if you will forgive me. Once we were--were good friends. We--we intended to be still more to one another, Louise, but something occurred, I don"t know what, to--to separate us."
"Why, you went away," said the girl, laughing; "and that of course separated us."
"You treated me like a beggar; don"t forget that part of it, dear. Of course I went away."
"And consoled yourself with a certain Miss Diana Von Taer. It has lately been rumored you are engaged to her." "Me? What nonsense?" But he hushed guiltily, and Louise noted everything and determined he should not escape punishment.
"Diana, at least, is in earnest," she remarked, with a.s.sumed indifference. "You may not care to deny that you have been very attentive to her."