"If this is to be the way," said Mrs. Vanderburgh, with a savage little laugh, "we might much better have stayed in Paris, for I never should have thought, as you know, f.a.n.n.y, of coming to this out-of-the-way place, seeing that I don"t care for the music, if I hadn"t heard them say on the steamer that this was their date here."
"Well, I wish that I was at home," declared f.a.n.n.y, pa.s.sionately, "and I never, never will come to Europe, Mamma, again as long as I live. You are always chasing after people who run away from you, and those who like me, you won"t let me speak to."
"Well, I shall be thankful for the day when you are once in society,"
said her mother, every shred of self-control now gone; "and I shall sell my tickets for this old Wagner festival, and go back to Paris to-morrow morning."
At that, f.a.n.n.y broke into a dismal fit of complaining, which continued all the time they were dressing for dinner, and getting settled in their room, and then at intervals through that meal.
Polly looked over at her gloomy face, three tables off, and her own fell.
"You are not eating anything, child," said Grandpapa, presently, with a keen glance at her. "Let me order something more."
"Oh, no, Grandpapa," and "yes, I will," she cried, incoherently, making a great effort to enjoy the nice things he piled on her plate.
Jasper followed her glance as it rested on the Vanderburgh table. "They will spoil everything," he thought. "And to think it should happen at Bayreuth."
"Yes, we are going," said f.a.n.n.y Vanderburgh as they met after dinner in the corridor. Her eyes were swollen, and she twisted her handkerchief in her fingers. "And I did--did--did--" here she broke down and sobbed--"so want to hear the Wagner operas."
"Don"t cry," begged Polly, quite shocked. "Oh, f.a.n.n.y, why can"t you stay? How very dreadful to lose the Wagner music!" Polly could think of no worse calamity that could befall one.
"Mamma doesn"t know anybody here except your party," mumbled f.a.n.n.y, "and she"s upset, and declares that we must go back to Paris to-morrow.
Oh, Polly Pepper, I hate Paris," she exploded. And then sobbed worse than ever.
"Wait here," said Polly, "till I come back." Then she ran on light feet to Grandpapa, just settling behind a newspaper in a corner of the general reading room.
"Grandpapa, dear, may I speak to you a minute?" asked Polly, with a woful feeling at her heart. It seemed as if he must hear it beating.
"Why, yes, child, to be sure," said Mr. King, quite surprised at her manner. "What is it?" and he laid aside his paper and smiled rea.s.suringly.
But Polly"s heart sank worse than ever. "Grandpapa," she began desperately, "f.a.n.n.y Vanderburgh is feeling dreadfully."
"And I should think she would with such a mother," exclaimed the old gentleman, but in a guarded tone. "Well, what of it, Polly?"
"Grandpapa," said Polly, "she says her mother is going to take her back to Paris tomorrow morning."
"How very fine!" exclaimed Mr. King, approvingly; "that is the best thing I have heard yet. Always bring me such good news, Polly, and I will lay down my newspapers willingly any time." And he gave a pleased little laugh.
"But, Grandpapa--" and Polly"s face drooped, and there was such a sad little note in her voice, that the laugh dropped out of his. "f.a.n.n.y wanted above all things to hear the Wagner operas--just think of losing those!" Polly clasped her hands, and every bit of colour flew from her cheek.
"Well, what can I do about it?" asked the old gentleman, in a great state of perturbation. "Speak out, child, and tell me what you want."
"Only if I can be pleasant to f.a.n.n.y," said Polly, a wave of colour rushing over her face. "I mean if I may go with her? Can I, Grandpapa, this very evening, just as if--" she hesitated.
"As if what, Polly?"
"As if we all liked them," finished Polly, feeling as if the words must be said.
There was an awful pause in which Polly had all she could do to keep from rushing from the room. Then Grandpapa said, "If you can stand it, Polly, you may do as you like, but I warn you to keep them away from me." And he went back to his paper.
XVIII
BAYREUTH AND OLD FRIENDS
Jasper turned around to gaze at the vast audience filing into the Wagner Opera House before he took his seat. "This makes me think of Oberammergau, Polly," he said.
"To think you"ve seen the Pa.s.sion Play," she cried, with glowing cheeks.
"That was when I was such a little chap," said Jasper, "ages ago,--nine years, Polly Pepper,--just think; so it will be as good as new next year. Father is thinking a good deal of taking you there next summer."
"Jasper," cried Polly, her cheeks all in a glow, and regardless of next neighbours, "what can I ever do to repay your father for being so very good to me and to all of us?"
"Why, you can keep on making him comfortable, just as you are doing now, Polly," replied Jasper. "He said yesterday it made him grow younger every minute to look at you. And you know he"s never sick now, and he was always having those bad attacks. Don"t you remember when we first came to Hingham, Polly?" as they took their seats.
"O dear me, I guess I do, Jasper, and how you saved Phronsie from being carried off by the big organ man," and she shivered even now at this lapse of years. "And all the splendid times at Badgertown and the little brown--"
Just then a long hand came in between the people in the seat back of them. "I"m no end glad to see you!" exclaimed a voice. It was Tom Selwyn.
"I"m going over into that vacant seat." Tom forgot his fear of Polly and his hatred of girls generally, and rushed around the aisle to plunge awkwardly into the seat just back of Jasper. "I"ll stay here till the person comes." His long arms came in contact with several obstacles, such as sundry backs and shoulders in his progress, but he had no time to consider such small things or to notice the black looks he got in consequence.
"Now, isn"t this jolly!" he exclaimed. Jasper was guilty of staring at him; there seemed such a change in the boy, he could hardly believe it was really and truly Tom Selwyn.
"My grandfather is well now, and he would have sent some message to you if he knew I was to run across you," went on Tom, looking at Jasper, but meaning Polly; "did you get a little trifle he sent you some weeks ago? He"s been in a funk about it because he didn"t hear."
Wasn"t Polly glad that her little note was on the way, and perhaps in the old gentleman"s hands at this very time!
"Yes," she said, "and he was very kind and--" Tom fumbled his tickets all the while, and broke in abruptly.
"I didn"t know as you"d like it, but it made him sick not to do it, and so the thing went. Glad it didn"t make you mad," he ended suddenly.
"He meant it all right, I"m sure," said Jasper, seeing that Polly couldn"t speak.
"Didn"t he though!" exclaimed Tom.
"And it didn"t come till the day we left Heidelberg," said Polly, finding her tongue, and speaking rapidly to explain the delay; "that was a week ago."
"Whew!" whistled Tom; "oh, beg pardon!" for several people turned around and stared; so he ducked his head, and was mostly lost to view for a breathing s.p.a.ce. When he thought they had forgotten him, he bobbed it up. "Why, Grandfather picked it out--had a bushel of things sent up from London to choose from, you know, weeks and weeks ago, as soon as he got up to London. That"s no end queer."
"No," said Polly, "it didn"t come till then. And I wrote to your grandfather the next morning and thanked him."
"Now you did!" exclaimed Tom, in huge delight, and slapping his knee with one long hand. "That"s no end good of you." He couldn"t conceal how glad he was, and grinned all over his face.
At this moment Mrs. Vanderburgh, who, seeing f.a.n.n.y so happy again, concluded to stay on the strength of resurrected hopes of Polly Pepper"s friendship, sailed into the opera house, with her daughter.
And glancing across the aisle, for their seats were at the side, she caught sight of the party she was looking for, and there was a face she knew, but wasn"t looking for.
"f.a.n.n.y," she cried, clutching her arm, "there is Tom Selwyn! Well, now we _are_ in luck!" And Tom saw her, and again he ducked, but for a different reason. When he raised his head, he glanced cautiously in the direction he dreaded. "There"s that horrible person," he whispered in Jasper"s ear.