They drop into a gay little chat. The sun comes round with such intense heat that they are driven up to the shady balcony and the hammocks.
Violet is in a new and enchanting mood; she is of their kind to-day, bright with youth and enjoyment. She even surprises herself. She hardly knew there was so much merry audacity in her nature, such a capability of riotous delight.
The gentlemen do not return to lunch.
"I suppose Miss Murray"s father is one of the literary sort," says Eugene, afterward. "Nothing of the bluestocking about her, though.
Isn"t she jolly?"
"I am so glad you like her," Violet answers. "I don"t know what Mr.
Murray is, only he doesn"t seem like a--that kind, you know, but I suppose he must be," she settles in her own mind. "They are very wealthy."
"Birds of a feather," laughs Eugene, adverting to Floyd.
The afternoon is a good deal taken up with dresses; Miss Murray has half a dozen that are simple yet extremely elegant. She finally selects a lace robe made over pale pink silk, and she looks bewitching in it.
Eugene is rather puzzled about Mr. Murray at first, but before dinner is ended he learns that the bent of the man"s mind is business. What new project has Floyd on hand? There has been some talk of reopening the quarry; at least Floyd has had offers. Or does he mean to build up the remainder of Grandon Park?
Violet is in a soft white silk, with some remarkable pearls and opals that Floyd has had set for her, and a few magnificent roses. Her color and vivacity have come back to her, and as Floyd watches her, a curious remembrance seems to dawn on him. Has she not been well of late that she has seemed so grave and silent, so pale and sad-eyed? Ever since his return she has appeared changed, but now he has his own little fairy back again. What charm in Miss Murray has worked the transformation? Is it kindred youth and sympathy and pleasure?
Miss Murray and Eugene have been explaining the figures to her, even to the extent of practising them in the library, where they idled away much of the afternoon.
"You will try it with me?" Eugene pleads. "I know I can find a partner for Miss Murray."
"No, you must take Miss Murray; some other time we will--yes, you must," peremptorily. "She is my especial guest. I am her chaperone, you know, and am duty bound to provide her with the best and handsomest partner I can find."
"Do you really think so? Then for the sake of the compliment I must do my best."
She smiles upon him, and the young man is unwillingly persuaded. Miss Murray cannot remain forever, but Violet is a part of the present life, and he does not mean that she shall slip out of his reach. Nothing on his part shall crowd her out.
The rooms are lovely, the night and the music enchanting. Violet"s face grows unconsciously wistful as she listens and watches the dancers taking their places. Eugene comes for a word.
"I hate to leave you," he declares. "Are you just going to stand and look on?"
She waves him away to his duty, but other eyes note the reluctance.
"Are you not going to allow Mrs. Grandon to dance?" asks madame, in a soft, half-reproachful tone. "She stands there looking like a Peri at the gate, forbidden to enter youth"s paradise."
"She is not forbidden," answers Grandon, quickly, with a nervous sense of marital tyranny which he repudiates now and always.
"She is enough to tempt an anchorite," declares Mr. Murray, gallantly.
"I could sigh for the days of past and gone youth. Have you forsworn such gayeties, Grandon? But I need hardly ask a man of your stamp----"
"As we have no advantages of acquiring Germans in deserts," interrupts Floyd, with a smile.
"They are the offshoots of civilization," says Latimer, "the superior accomplishments of the men who stay at home. With your permission, Mr.
Grandon, I will induct Mrs. Grandon into the enchanting mystery."
Floyd bows with pleased acquiescence, and conducts Latimer to his wife.
Her soft, dark eyes express her delight, and something else that he wonders about but does not understand.
Madame executes a little manoeuvre which brings them to Miss Murray"s vicinity. The young girl nods and smiles. She is serenely happy with her partner, the handsomest man in the room, and he has been saying some extremely pretty things to her.
"You little match-maker," whispers Latimer. "For a first attempt it is audacious."
"I have not attempted," and she colors vividly. "How could I know _you_ would offer, or that Miss Murray would accept such an objectionable partner?" she says, archly.
"I suppose I must believe you," slowly, as if he were making an effort, while a mirthful smile gleams in his eye. "But in the place of the stage father, I "bless you, my children,"" and he raises his brows, indicating the two. "Eugene Grandon"s mission in life is to be purely ornamental; he must have been born with an incapacity for doing anything of any real service to the world, and his manifest destiny is to be some rich woman"s husband. Now here is an opportunity too good to lose. My advice is to go on as you have begun."
"But I have not begun," she says, a little nervously.
"Then I advise you to begin."
The band strikes up a few bars with a preliminary flourish, and the music vibrates enchantingly on the summer night air. They take their places.
"I shall blunder horribly," Violet insists. "You will soon be ashamed of me."
"We will see. Of course if you are dreadful I shall scold you, and tell your husband in the bargain. He and Mr. Murray ought to take a turn. I have seen men waltz splendidly."
She laughs, then bethinks herself in time to save the undesired blunder, and they float gracefully through the first figure. It is enchanting. The sunny l.u.s.tre comes back to Violet"s eyes, and her cheeks are abloom, her lips part in a half-smile. As she floats down to where Mr. Grandon and Mr. Murray stand, her husband takes in the supple grace, the happy young face, the half-abandon, and feels that it is the right and the power of youth. Has he cut her off from a full partic.i.p.ation of its pleasures? More than once he has questioned his kindness of a year agone.
Mr. Murray is watching his daughter with a vague satisfaction,--his little "Polly," as he sometimes calls her, to whom his life is devoted.
All day he has talked business with Mr. Grandon, and they have gone deep into the mysteries of trade and manufacturing. He sees himself that the right parties could control vast interests in this matter.
When his friend George Haviland returns from Europe, a few weeks later, a decision will be made, for he understands how troublesome the matter is to Grandon, and how anxious he is to have his father"s estate settled. If these two young people should choose to settle another point? He must inquire into the young man"s character and habits; but if Mr. Floyd Grandon is a sample of the manhood of the family, there can be no trouble on that score. Grandon Park is aristocratic, undeniably elegant, and, so far as he can see, less given to "shoddy"
than many of the new places.
The evening is perfection to those who dance and full of enjoyment to those who do not. There are card-tables, and a disused conservatory is transformed into a luxurious smoking-room, from which the mazy winding German can be seen. There are no wall-flowers, no dissatisfied young women with scorn-tipped noses, and the promenaders, mostly married guests, are well paired. Mr. Murray, who has seen society almost everywhere, is charmed with this.
"What a magnificent woman Madame Lepelletier is," he says to Grandon.
"We have some friends who met her in New York last winter, and I do not wonder at their enthusiasm. I little thought I should have the pleasure. There are not many of our countrywomen who could give so charming an evening."
Grandon is pleased with the praise. His eyes follow the regal woman.
"If I had been in his place I would have made a bid for her," says Mr.
Murray to himself, and he wonders what induced Grandon to marry such a child as Miss St. Vincent must have been a year ago.
After the supper there is some miscellaneous dancing, a few new steps the younger portion are desirous of trying, and a waltz that delights Violet, since she has her husband for a partner. She is full of pleasurable excitement, and seems alive with some electric power. He goes back to their first waltz; what is it that has fallen between and made a little coldness? Why does he study her now with such questioning eyes, and why is she, with all her brilliance, less tender than a month or two ago? That quaint little touch of entire dependence has merged into a peculiar strength, and she seems quite capable of standing alone. He is strangely roused, piqued as it were.
Violet has been studying a rather ponderous subject for a ball-room, and she is somewhat elated at having arrived at a conclusion unaided, except by the trifling suggestion Mr. Latimer has thrown out. It was Mr. Murray whom Mr. Grandon had some business with awhile ago; she remembers seeing his name in a letter. His friend went to Europe, and this is the Mr. Haviland they talk about. She can almost guess the rest. How odd if Eugene should marry into the new business house, as his brother married the daughter of a member of the old one. Violet resolves that he shall love her. She is sweet and engaging and quite captivated by him, as is evident by her girlish frankness and admiration.
The two go up-stairs together, while the gentlemen indulge in a last cigar.
"It was delightful!" Miss Murray says. "Why, I never saw anything really lovelier at Newport, though there is more magnificence. And Mr.
Grandon"s dancing is perfection. I never enjoyed a partner better. How very handsome he is! I _was_ envied," she cries, with eager delight; "I saw it in the eyes of the other girls. Tell me if you think he is given to flirting; but you know girls _do_ run after such a handsome young fellow! I never should," she declares, naively. "Oh, Miss Brade has asked us to lawn tennis to-morrow, with tea and a little dancing in the evening! And if you want to give _me_ a pleasure," she adds, with a seductive smile, "let it be a German. I do adore Germans."
She kisses Violet good night in a sweet, girlish way, and her last thought is of Eugene Grandon"s handsome face.