She kissed him and he went slowly and fearfully upstairs. Serena"s att.i.tude of reproachful and self-sacrificing forgiveness he met with meek repentance and promises not to offend again. He got into bed, worn out and troubled, but with a ray of hope in his bosom, nevertheless.
Gertie had come home; Gertie was going to do something or other, he did not know and could not guess what. At any rate she was with him, and he could see her every day. Perhaps--perhaps--still wondering perhapses he fell asleep.
Next morning at breakfast the young lady seemed to be in good spirits and, except for Serena"s absence--Serena had breakfast in her room, a proceeding which was apparently developing into a habit--the meal was to Daniel quite like one of the happy breakfasts of Trumet days. Mr.
Hungerford marred the captain"s pleasure somewhat by joining the pair before they left the table, and to him Gertrude was surprisingly cordial and communicative. Cousin Percy, who had been, at first, rather on his guard, soon thawed and became almost loquacious. Gertrude and he found a kindred taste for pictures and art in general, and before the captain"s second cup of coffee was disposed of Mr. Hungerford had invited Miss Dott to accompany him to a water-color exhibition at a neighboring studio. Gertrude said she thought she might accept the invitation, if the exhibition was to remain for a few days.
"Is the artist a friend of yours?" she asked casually.
"Oh, no," was the languid answer. "He"s a queer old gink--old chap, I mean--whose work is quite the go about here recently. Some very decent people have taken him up, I believe. He"s worth meeting, so I"m told, as a curiosity. I"ve seen only two or three of his paintings, but they"re really not bad. Some of the fellows at the club were talking about him the other night. I think you"d enjoy the exhibition, Miss Dott."
"I"m sure I should. I should like to see the pictures and the--er--gink as well. Thank you very much, Cousin Percy."
When they were alone, Captain Dan turned to his daughter in puzzled amazement.
"What did you call him "Cousin Percy" for?" he demanded. "Thought you thought your mother and I callin" him that was funny; you said you did."
Gertrude laughed. "Did I?" she replied. "Well, perhaps I think so still."
Whatever she may have thought, it did not prevent her continuing to be very cordial to the newly discovered relative. He and she were together a good deal during the day. She seemed to really enjoy his society. The remainder of the time she spent with her mother. Captain Dan scarcely saw her except at luncheon and dinner. Once he found her in the kitchen talking with Azuba, and on another occasion she and Mr. Hapgood were in conversation, but for her father she could spare only odd moments. The captain did not know what to make of it. When, taking advantage of a fleeting opportunity, he asked her she only laughed.
"I am very busy, Daddy," she said. "You mustn"t bother."
"Bother! Well, I like that! How long since my company was a bother to you, Gertie? It never used to be."
"It isn"t now, and you know it. But, as I say, I am very busy. Business first, pleasure afterwards."
"Humph! I"m glad I"m a pleasure, even if it"s the kind that comes after everything else. What have you and your ma been talkin" about upstairs for the last hour?"
"A great many things--society and the Chapter and--oh, all sorts."
"Want to know! What were you and Azuba talkin" about?"
"About household matters and the people IN the house."
"People in the house! What people?"
"You and mother and Mr. Hun--that is, Cousin Percy--and Hapgood."
"That"s all there is, except yourself. What was you and Hapgood havin" a confab on; more household matters?"
"Yes, in a way. Daddy, have Mr. Hungerford and Hapgood known each other long?"
"I guess so. He was Aunt Laviny"s butler for a good many years, and Percy was a regular visitor there. What made you ask that?"
"Feminine curiosity, probably. Has our cousin many friends here in Scarford?"
"Why, he seems to know "most everybody; everybody that"s in what he and your mother call society, that is."
"But has he any intimate friends? Have you met any of them?"
"I met one once. He seemed to be pretty intimate. Anyhow, they called each other by their first names. Ho! ho! that whole thing was kind of funny. I never wrote you about that, did I?"
He told of the meeting in the Rathskeller. Gertrude evinced much interest.
"What was this friend"s name?" she asked.
""Monty," that"s all I heard. Queer name, ain"t it--isn"t it, I mean. But it ain"t any queerer than "Tacks"; that"s what he called Hungerford."
"Has this "Monty" called here? Has he been here at the house?"
"No-o, no, he hasn"t. I caught a glimpse of him at the club, that time when I went there with Barney--G.o.dfreys! it"s a good thing Serena didn"t hear me say that--with Phelps Black, I mean."
"Daddy, sometime when you have an opportunity, ask Mr. Black about this Monty, will you?"
"Sartin, if you want me to. But what do you care about Percy Hungerford"s friends?"
"I don"t--about his friends."
With which enigmatical remark she moved away to join Cousin Percy, who had just entered the room.
During the next three days, Daniel"s feeling that his daughter was neglecting him grew stronger than ever. Her "business," whatever it might be, occupied practically all her time, and the captain and she were scarcely ever alone. He was disappointed. He had regarded her coming as the life preserver which was to help him through the troubled waters to dry land, and so far he was as helplessly adrift as before.
Serena had forgiven his profane expression concerning her beloved Chapter, that was true, but Serena also was "busy" during the days and evenings, and at bedtime she was too tired to talk. Gertrude was with her mother a great deal, and with Cousin Percy almost as much. They visited the water-color exhibition together, and would have gone on other excursions if the cousin had had his way. Daniel did not like Mr.
Hungerford. He had grown to tolerate him because Serena liked him so much, and declared him such a help in her literary and political labors, but the captain had found secret comfort in the belief that his daughter did not like him any better than he did. Now it looked as if she was beginning to like him, after all. And there was no doubt whatever that Cousin Percy liked her.
Gertrude"s apparent interest in her mother"s social and Chapter affairs was another disquieting feature of the situation, as Daniel viewed it.
Mrs. Black and Mrs. Lake called one afternoon and to them the young lady was cordiality itself. They talked "Chapter," of course, and to her father"s horror Gertrude talked it, too. Being invited to attend the next meeting she announced that she should be delighted to go.
"You didn"t mean it, did you, Gertie?" pleaded the captain, when Serena had escorted the guests to the door. "You didn"t mean you was figgerin"
to go to that devilish--to that Chapter?"
"Hush! Yes, of course I meant it."
"But--but YOU!"
"Hush! Daddy, don"t interfere. I know what I"m about."
Daniel was doubtful. If she had known she surely would not think of going. And yet, on the evening of the meeting, go she did. The meeting was a protracted one, and, on their return, Serena, finding the lower rooms apparently deserted, went upstairs. Gertrude was about to follow, but a figure stepped from the shadows of the library and detained her.
"Why, Daddy!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing up at this hour?"
"Sh-sh!" in an agitated whisper. "Don"t let your mother hear you.
I--I"ve been waitin" for you, Gertie. I just had to talk to you. Come in here."
He led the way into the library.
"Don"t say anything," he whispered; "that is, don"t say very much.
Serena"ll be wantin" to know where I am in a minute. Gertie, what are you up to? WHY did you go to that Chapter?"
"Hush, Daddy, hush! It is all right."