But Cynthia was not appeased.
"If you wanted to see me," she said, "why didn"t you send your card to my room, and I would have come to the parlor."
"But I did send a note, and waited around all day."
How was she to tell him that it was to the tone of the note she objected--to the hint of a clandestine meeting? She turned the light of her eyes full upon him.
"Would you have been content to see me in the parlor?" she asked. "Did you mean to see me there?"
"Why, yes," said he; "I would have given my head to see you anywhere, only--"
"Only what?"
"Duncan might have came in and spoiled it."
"Spoiled what?"
Bob fidgeted.
"Look here, Cynthia," he said, "you"re not stupid--far from it. Of course you know a fellow would rather talk to you alone."
"I should have been very glad to have seen Mr. Duncan, too."
"You would, would you!" he exclaimed. "I shouldn"t have thought that."
"Isn"t he your friend?" asked Cynthia.
"Oh, yes," said Bob, "and one of the best in the world. Only--I shouldn"t have thought you"d care to talk to him." And he looked around for fear the vigilant Mr. Duncan was already in the park and had discovered them. Cynthia smiled, and immediately became grave again.
"So it was only on Mr. Duncan"s account that you didn"t ask me to come down to the parlor?" she said.
Bob was in a quandary. He was a truthful person, and he had learned something of the world through his three years at Cambridge. He had seen many young women, and many kinds of them. But the girl beside him was such a mixture of innocence and astuteness that he was wholly at a loss how to deal with her--how to parry her searching questions.
"Naturally--I wanted to have you all to myself," he said; "you ought to know that."
Cynthia did not commit herself on this point. She wished to go mercilessly to the root of the matter, but the notion of what this would imply prevented her. Bob took advantage of her silence.
"Everybody who sees you falls a victim, Cynthia," he went on; "Mrs.
Duncan and Janet lost their hearts. You ought to have heard them praising you at breakfast." He paused abruptly, thinking of the rest of that conversation, and laughed. Bob seemed fated to commit himself that day. "I heard the way you handled Heth Sutton," he said, plunging in. "I"ll bet he felt as if he"d been dropped out of the third-story window," and Bob laughed again. "I"d have given a thousand dollars to have been there. Somers and I went out to supper with a cla.s.smate who lives in Washington, in that house over there," and he pointed casually to one of the imposing mansions fronting on the park. "Mrs. Duncan said she"d never heard anybody lay it on the way you did. I don"t believe you half know what happened, Cynthia. You made a ten-strike."
"A ten-strike?" she repeated.
"Well," he said, "you not only laid out Heth, but my father and Mr.
Duncan, too. Mrs. Duncan laughed at "em--she isn"t afraid of anything.
But they didn"t say a word all through breakfast. I"ve never seen my father so mad. He ought to have known better than to run up against Uncle Jethro."
"How did they run up against Uncle Jethro?" asked Cynthia, now keenly interested.
"Don"t you know?" exclaimed Bob, in astonishment.
"No," said Cynthia, "or I shouldn"t have asked."
"Didn"t Uncle Jethro tell you about it?"
"He never tells me anything about his affairs," she answered.
Bob"s astonishment did not wear off at once. Here was a new phase, and he was very hard put. He had heard, casually, a good deal of abuse of Jethro and his methods in the last two days.
"Well," he said, "I don"t know anything about politics. I don"t know myself why father and Mr. Duncan were so eager for this post-mastership.
But they were. And I heard them say something about the President going back on them when they had telegraphed from Chicago and come to see him here. And maybe they didn"t let Heth in for it. It seems Uncle Jethro only had to walk up to the White House. They ought to have sense enough to know that he runs the state. But what"s the use of wasting time over this business?" said Bob. "I told you I was going to Brampton before the term begins just to see you, didn"t I?"
"Yes, but I didn"t believe you," said Cynthia.
"Why not?" he demanded.
"Because it"s my nature, I suppose," she replied.
This was too much for Bob, exasperated though he was, and he burst into laughter.
"You"re the queerest girl I"ve ever known," he said.
Not a very original remark.
"That must be saying a great deal," she answered.
"Why?"
"You must have known many."
"I have," he admitted, "and none of "em, no matter how much they"d knocked about, were able to look out for themselves any better than you."
"Not even Ca.s.sandra Hopkins?" Cynthia could not resist saying. She saw that she had scored; his expressions registered his sensations so accurately.
"What do you know about her?" he said.
"Oh," said Cynthia, mysteriously, "I heard that you were very fond of her at Andover."
Bob could not help pluming himself a little. He thought the fact that she had mentioned the matter a flaw in Cynthia"s armor, as indeed it was. And yet he was not proud of the Ca.s.sandra Hopkins episode in his career.
"Ca.s.sandra is one of the inst.i.tutions at Andover," said he; "most fellows have to take a course in Ca.s.sandra to complete their education."
"Yours seems to be very complete," Cynthia retorted.
"Great Scott!" he exclaimed, looking at her, "no wonder you made mince-meat of the Honorable Heth. Where did you learn it all, Cynthia?"
Cynthia did not know. She merely wondered where she would be if she hadn"t learned it. Something told her that if it were not for this anchor she would be drifting out to sea: might, indeed, soon be drifting out to sea in spite of it. It was one thing for Mr. Robert Worthington, with his numerous resources, to amuse himself with a girl in her position; it would be quite another thing for the girl. She got to her feet and held out her hand to him.
"Good-by," she said.