"Say it. Say it, cousin! I know what is in your mind. Rusty red hair, angular shoulders, sharp elbows, freckles thickly set as stars upon a clear night, and so large and brown that they fairly twinkled. Great staring green eyes. Awkward!--" And she threw up her hands in mimic horror at the remembrance. "No one could have supposed that such a girl would have become--that is, you know," she continued confusedly, "could have changed. I haven"t a freckle now," and she lifted her face that I might prove the truth of her words by examination, and perhaps that I might also observe her beauty.
Neither did I waste the opportunity. I dwelt longingly upon the wondrous red golden hair which fringed her low broad forehead, and upon the heavy black eyebrows, the pencilled points of whose curves almost touched across the nose. I saw the rose-tinted ivory of her skin and the long jet lashes curving in a great sweep from her full white lids, and I thought full sure that Venus herself was before me. My gaze halted for a moment at the long eyes which changed chameleon-like with the shifting light, and varied with her moods from deep fathomless green to violet, and from violet to soft voluptuous brown, but in all their tints beaming forth a l.u.s.tre that would have stirred the soul of an anchorite. Then I noted the beauty of her clean-cut saucy nose and the red arch of her lips, slightly parted for the purpose of showing her teeth. But I could not stop long to dwell upon any one especial feature, for there were still to be seen her divine round chin, her large white throat, and the infinite grace in poise and curve of her strong young form. I dared not pause nor waste my time if I were to see it all, for such a girl as Dorothy waits no man"s leisure--that is, unless she wishes to wait. In such case there is no moving her, and patience becomes to her a delightful virtue.
After my prolonged scrutiny Dorothy lowered her face and said laughingly:--
"Now come, cousin, tell me the truth. Who would have thought it possible?"
"Not I, Doll, not I, if you will pardon me the frankness."
"Oh, that is easily done." Then with a merry ripple of laughter, "It is much easier, I fancy, for a woman to speak of the time when she was plain than to refer to the time when--when she was beautiful. What an absurd speech that is for me to make," she said confusedly.
"I certainly did not expect to find so great a change," said I. "Why, Doll, you are wondrous, glorious, beautiful. I can"t find words--"
"Then don"t try, Cousin Malcolm," she said with a smile that fringed her mouth in dimples. "Don"t try. You will make me vain."
"You are that already, Doll," I answered, to tease her.
"I fear I am, cousin--vain as a man. But don"t call me Doll. I am tall enough to be called Dorothy."
She straightened herself up to her full height, and stepping close to my side, said: "I am as tall as you. I will now try to make you vain. You look just as young and as handsome as when I last saw you and so ardently admired your waving black mustachio and your curling chin beard."
"Did you admire them, Doll--Dorothy?" I asked, hoping, though with little faith, that the admiration might still continue.
"Oh, prodigiously," she answered with una.s.suring candor. "Prodigiously.
Now who is vain, Cousin Malcolm Francois de Lorraine Vernon?"
"I," I responded, shrugging my shoulders and confessing by compulsion.
"But you must remember," she continued provokingly, "that a girl of twelve is very immature in her judgment and will fall in love with any man who allows her to look upon him twice."
"Then I am to believe that the fire begins very early to burn in the feminine heart," I responded.
"With birth, my cousin, with birth," she replied; "but in my heart it burned itself out upon your curling beard at the mature age of twelve."
"And you have never been in love since that time, Doll--Dorothy?" I asked with more earnestness in my heart than in my voice.
"No, no; by the Virgin, no! Not even in the shadow of a thought. And by the help of the Virgin I hope I never shall be; for when it comes to me, mark my word, cousin, there will be trouble in Derbyshire."
"By my soul, I believe you speak the truth," I answered, little dreaming how quickly our joint prophecy would come true.
I then asked Dorothy to tell me about her father.
"Father is well in health," she said. "In mind he has been much troubled and disturbed. Last month he lost the lawsuit against detestable old Lord Rutland. He was much angered by the loss, and has been moody and morose in brooding over it ever since. He tries, poor father, to find relief from his troubles, and--and I fear takes too much liquor. Rutland and his friends swore to one lie upon another, and father believes that the judge who tried the case was bribed. Father intends to appeal to Parliament, but even in Parliament he fears he cannot obtain justice. Lord Rutland"s son--a disreputable fellow, who for many years has lived at court--is a favorite with the queen, and his acquaintance with her Majesty and with the lords will be to father"s prejudice."
"I have always believed that your father stood in the queen"s good graces?" I said interrogatively.
"So he does, but I have been told that this son of Lord Rutland, whom I have never seen, has the beauty of--of the devil, and exercises a great influence over her Majesty and her friends. The young man is not known in this neighborhood, for he has never deigned to leave the court; but Lady Cavendish tells me he has all the fascinations of Satan. I would that Satan had him."
"The feud still lives between Vernon and Rutland?" I asked.
"Yes, and it will continue to live so long as an ounce of blood can hold a pound of hatred," said the girl, with flashing eyes and hard lips. "I love to hate the accursed race. They have wronged our house for three generations, and my father has suffered greater injury at their hands than any of our name. Let us not talk of the hateful subject."
We changed the topic. I had expected Dorothy to invite me to go with her to meet Lady Crawford, but the girl seemed disinclined to leave the tap-room. The Peac.o.c.k was her father"s property, and the host and hostess were her friends after the manner of persons in their degree. Therefore Dorothy felt at liberty to visit the tap-room quite as freely as if it had been the kitchen of Haddon Hall.
During our conversation I had frequently noticed Dorothy glancing slyly in the direction of the fireplace; but my back was turned that way, and I did not know, nor did it at first occur to me to wonder what attracted her attention. Soon she began to lose the thread of our conversation, and made inappropriate, tardy replies to my remarks. The glances toward the fireplace increased in number and duration, and her efforts to pay attention to what I was saying became painful failures.
After a little time she said: "Is it not cool here? Let us go over to the fireplace where it is warmer."
I turned to go with her, and at once saw that it was not the fire in the fireplace which had attracted Dorothy, but quite a different sort of flame. In short, much to my consternation, I discovered that it was nothing less than my handsome new-found friend, Sir John Manners, toward whom Dorothy had been glancing.
We walked over to the fireplace, and one of the fires, Sir John, moved away. But the girl turned her face that she might see him in his new position. The movement, I confess, looked bold to the point of brazenness; but if the movement was bold, what shall I say of her glances and the expression of her face? She seemed unable to take her eager eyes from the stranger, or to think of anything but him, and after a few moments she did not try. Soon she stopped talking entirely and did not even hear what I was saying. I, too, became silent, and after a long pause the girl asked:--
"Cousin, who is the gentleman with whom you were travelling?"
I was piqued by Dorothy"s conduct, and answered rather curtly: "He is a stranger. I picked him up at Derby, and we rode here together."
A pause followed, awkward in its duration.
"Did you--not--learn--his--name?" asked Dorothy, hesitatingly.
"Yes," I replied.
Then came another pause, broken by the girl, who spoke in a quick, imperious tone touched with irritation:--
"Well, what is it?"
"It is better that I do not tell you," I answered. "It was quite by accident that we met. Neither of us knew the other. Please do not ask me to tell you his name."
"Oh, but you make me all the more eager to learn. Mystery, you know, is intolerable to a woman, except in the unravelling. Come, tell me! Tell me!
Not, of course, that I really care a farthing to know--but the mystery! A mystery drives me wild. Tell me, please do, Cousin Malcolm."
She certainly was posing for the stranger"s benefit, and was doing all in her power, while coaxing me, to display her charms, graces, and pretty little ways. Her att.i.tude and conduct spoke as plainly as the spring bird"s song speaks to its mate. Yet Dorothy"s manner did not seem bold.
Even to me it appeared modest, beautiful, and necessary. She seemed to act under compulsion. She would laugh, for the purpose, no doubt, of showing her dimples and her teeth, and would lean her head to one side pigeon-wise to display her eyes to the best advantage, and then would she shyly glance toward Sir John to see if he was watching her. It was shameless, but it could not be helped by Dorothy nor any one else. After a few moments of mute pleading by the girl, broken now and then by, "Please, please," I said:--
"If you give to me your promise that you will never speak of this matter to any person, I will tell you the gentleman"s name. I would not for a great deal have your father know that I have held conversation with him even for a moment, though at the time I did not know who he was."
"Oh, this is delightful! He must be some famous, dashing highwayman. I promise, of course I promise--faithfully." She was glancing constantly toward Manners, and her face was bright with smiles and eager with antic.i.p.ation.
"He is worse than a highwayman, I regret to say. The gentleman toward whom you are so ardently glancing is--Sir John Manners."
A shock of pain pa.s.sed over Dorothy"s face, followed by a hard, repellent expression that was almost ugly.
"Let us go to Aunt Dorothy," she said, as she turned and walked across the room toward the door.
When we had closed the door of the tap-room behind us Dorothy said angrily:--
"Tell me, cousin, how you, a Vernon, came to be in his company?"
"I told you that I met him quite by accident at the Royal Arms in Derby-town. We became friends before either knew the other"s name. After chance had disclosed our ident.i.ties, he asked for a truce to our feud until the morrow; and he was so gentle and open in his conduct that I could not and would not refuse his proffered olive branch. In truth, whatever faults may be attributable to Lord Rutland,--and I am sure he deserves all the evil you have spoken of him,--his son, Sir John, is a n.o.ble gentleman, else I have been reading the book of human nature all my life in vain. Perhaps he is in no way to blame for his father"s conduct He may have had no part in it"