"My name is Michael," said I, suspiciously.
"Was it not Saint Michael who so soundly spanked the devil?" she asked, with her innocent smile. "Truly, Mr. Cardigan, you were well named to chastise the wicked with such st.u.r.dy innocence!"
I fumed inwardly, for I had no mind to be considered a gaby among women.
"I am perfectly aware, madam, that it is the fashion for charming women to turn boys" heads," said I, "and I wish you might turn Mr.
Bevan"s head till you twisted it off his neck!"
"I"d rather twist yours," she said, looking up from her plate of broiled troutlings.
"Twist it off?" I asked, curiously.
"I--I don"t know. Look at me, Mr. Cardigan."
I met her pretty eyes.
"No, not quite off," she said, thoughtfully. "You are a nice boy, but not very bright. If you were you would pay me compliments instead of admonition. Perhaps you will after the Madeira. Perhaps you will even make love to me."
"I will do it before the Madeira," said I. "You are certainly the prettiest woman in Johnson Hall to-night, and if you"ve a mind for vengeance on your faithless dragoon yonder, pray take me for the instrument, Mrs. Hamilton."
"Hush!" she said, with a startled smile. "I may take you at your word."
"I am taking you at yours," said I, recklessly, and loud enough for Silver Heels to hear.
In the dull din of voices around us I heard Silver Heels"s laugh, but the laugh was strained, and I knew she was looking at me and listening.
"I don"t know what you mean," said Mrs. Hamilton, reddening, "but I know you to be a somewhat indiscreet young man who handles a woman as he would a club to beat his rival to the earth withal."
"I mean," said I, in a low voice, "to make love to you and so serve us both. Look at me, Mrs. Hamilton."
"I will not," she said, between her teeth.
"Tell me," I pleaded, "what is your Christian name. I do really wish to know, Mrs. Hamilton."
Spite of the angry red in her cheeks she laughed outright, glanced sideways at me, and laughed again, so blithely that I thought I had truly never seen such careless ripened healthy beauty in any woman.
"My name is Marie Hamilton, of Saint Sacrement, please you, kind sir,"
she lisped, with an affected simper which set us both a-laughing again.
"If you ever had your heart stormed you had best prepare for no quarter now!" I said, coolly.
"Insolent!" she murmured, covering her bright cheeks with her hands, and giving me a glance in which amus.e.m.e.nt, contempt, curiosity, and invitation were not inharmoniously blended.
The Madeira had now turned my blood to little rivers of fire, I being but lately enfranchised from the children"s pewters and small-beer; but yet I am so made that never then nor since have the delicate vapours of wines stifled such wits as I possess. It is my conscience only that wine dulls.
So amid the low tumult, the breezy gush of whispers, the laughter, and the crystal tinkle of silver and gla.s.s, I made indiscreet, clear-headed love to Mistress Marie Hamilton, retreating under her cruel satire, rallying in the bright battery of her eyes, charging the citadel of her heart with that insincere and gay abandon which hara.s.ses, disconcerts, and piques a woman who understands better how to repel true pa.s.sion.
"In what school have you been taught to make love, sir?" she said, at last, breathless, amused, yet exasperated.
"In the school of necessity, madam," I replied.
"I pray you teach something of your art to Mr. Bevan," said she, spitefully, over her fan"s silk edge.
"I am teaching him now," said I.
It was true. The dragoon was staring at Mrs. Hamilton in undisguised displeasure. As for Silver Heels, she observed us with a scornful amazement which roused all the cruelty in me, though I knew I was losing her innocent belief in me and tearing my respectability to shreds under her clear gray eyes.
For a bud from Mrs. Hamilton"s caushet I threw away the pure faith of my little comrade; for a touch of her hand I blighted her trust; and laughed as I did it.
Only once was Mrs. Hamilton off her guard, when my earnest acting had suddenly become real to me--a danger, I have since found, that no actors are too clever to escape sometimes.
"If for one moment you could be in earnest," she ventured, with a smile.
I was on guard again before she finished, and she saw it, but was too wise to betray regret or anger for her mistake.
"Pray, cease," she said; "you weary me, Mr. Cardigan. The coldest among us reflect fire, even though it be as false as the dead fires of the moon. You are prettily revenged; let us have peace."
Now the healths flew thick and fast from Sir William and Lord Dunmore, the t.i.tled toast-masters, and we drank his Majesty George the Third in b.u.mpers which set the Indians a-howling like timber wolves at Candlemas.
Indeed, our forest of lights might have served for the Romish feast itself.
Toast followed toast in a tempest of cheers, through which the yelps of the Indians sounded faintly. I saw Brant take a silver plate and a solid candle-stick from under Red Jacket"s shirt, while that great orator, very drunk, sat a-hacking the cloth with a table-knife. I saw my Lord Dunmore, all in white silk and blazing with stars, rise to pledge the ladies, and stand swaying and leering and gumming his gla.s.s till it upset on his chin, and the jewels in his lace front dripped wine.
Mistress Molly we pledged with a shout, and she returned our courtesy with gentle gravity, but her eyes were for Sir William alone.
Then Lord Dunmore gave:
"Our lovely heiress, Mistress Warren!" ending in a hiccough, and poor Silver Heels, pale as a white blossom, half rose from her seat as though to fly to Mistress Molly.
Red Jacket was on his feet now, slavering and mouthing and hacking at the air, and Brant and I dragged him out into the garden where his squaw took charge, leading him lurching and howling down the hill.
Before I returned, the ladies were in the hallway and the card-room, the gentlemen following in groups from the table, some shamefully unsteady of leg, and feebly scattering snuff in amiable invitation to their neighbours.
But Sir William had disappeared, and I hunted vainly for him until I encountered Mrs. Hamilton, who directed me to the library, whither, she averred, Sir William, Governor Tryon, and Lord Dunmore had retired.
"State secrets, Master Michael," she added, saucily. "You had best find Mr. Bevan and start those same lessons we have discussed."
"Let me instruct him by proxy," said I, drawing her under the stairs, and ere she could protest or escape, I kissed her lips three separate times.
She was in tears in an instant, which I had not counted on, and it needed my most earnest acting to subdue her indignation.
I had my arm around her, and my coat was all powder and rouge, when something made me look around. There was Silver Heels going towards the pantry with Betty, doubtless to pouch some sweets for her black nurse. Her head was steadily lowered, her lashes rested on her cheeks, but face and neck and bosom were glowing in a deep colour, and I knew she had perceived us, and that she despised us with all the strength of her innocent soul.
Stunned with the conviction that I had gone too far, I made out to play my miserable farce to an end and led Mrs. Hamilton out where Mr.
Bevan could pounce upon her, which he did with an insolence that I had little spirit to notice or resent.
Then I hastened to the pantry where Silver Heels stood before the rifled dishes, hands to her face, and black Betty a-petting her. But at sight of me she turned scarlet and shrank back, nor would she listen to one word.
"What yoh done to mah li"l Miss Honey-bee?" exclaimed Betty, wrathfully, shaking her turban till the rings in her big ears jingled like sledge-bells in December. "I done "spec" yoh, Mars Ca"digan, suh!