"But you have dressmakers."
"I seldom pay dressmakers."
"Ah! Then you belong to the most exclusive set!"
"Or perhaps I make my own dresses--"
"Sh! Not so loud. Supposing some one should overhear you?"
"It was a slip of the tongue. And yet, you should be lenient to all."
"Kind heart! Ah, I wonder what all those interrogation points mean--the black domino there?"
"Possibly she represents Scandal."
"Scandal, then, is symbolized by the interrogation point?"
"Yes. Whoever heard of scandal coming to a full stop, that is to say, a period."
"I learn something every minute. A hundred years ago you would have been a cousin to Mademoiselle de Necker."
"Or Madame de Stael."
"Oh, if you are married--"
"I shall have ceased to interest you?"
"On the contrary. Only, marriage would account for the bitterness of your tone. What does the Blue Domino represent?"
"The needle of the compa.s.s." She stretched a sleeve out toward me and I observed for the first time the miniature compa.s.ses woven in the cloth. Surely, one does not rent a costume like this.
"I understand now why you attracted me. Whither will you guide me?""--sentimentally.
"Through dark channels and stormy seas, over tropic waters, "into the haven under the hill.""
"Oh, if you go to quoting Tennyson, it"s all up with me. _Are_ you married?"
"One can easily see that at any rate _you_ are not."
"Explain."
"Your voice lacks the proper and requisite anxiety. It is always the married woman who enjoys the mask with thoroughness. She knows her husband will be watching her; and jealousy is a good sign."
"You are a philosopher. Certainly you must be married."
"Well, one does become philosophical--after marriage."
"But are you married?"
"I do not say so."
"Would you like to be?"
"I have my share of feminine curiosity. But I wonder,"--ruminating, "why they do not give masquerades oftener."
"That is easily explained. Most of us live masquerades day by day, and there might be too much of a good thing."
"That is a bit of philosophy that goes well with your robe. Indeed, what better mask is there than the human countenance?"
"If we become serious, we shall put folly out of joint," said I, rising. "And besides, we shall miss the best part of this dance."
She did not hesitate an instant. I led her to the floor, and we joined the dancers. She was as light as a feather, a leaf, the down of the thistle; mysterious as the c.u.maean Sibyl; and I wondered who she might be. The hand that lay on my sleeve was as white as milk, and the filbert-shaped horn of the finger-tips was the tint of rose leaves.
_Was_ she connected with the ticket in my pocket? I tried to look into her eyes, but in vain; nothing could I see but that wisp of golden hair which occasionally brushed my chin as with a surrept.i.tious caress. If only I dared remain till the unmasking! I pressed her hand. There was an answering pressure, but its tenderness was destroyed by the low laughter that accompanied it.
"Don"t be silly!" she whispered.
"How can I help it?"
"True; I forgot you were a fool in disguise."
"What has Romance done to you that you should turn on her with the stuffed-club, Practicality?"
"She has never paid any particular attention to me; perhaps that is the reason."
As we neared a corner I saw the Honorable Julius again. He stretched forth his death"s-head mask.
"Beware the ten of hearts!" he croaked.
Hang his impudence! . . . The Blue Domino turned her head with a jerk; and instantly I felt a shiver run through her body. For a moment she lost step. I was filled with wonder. In what manner could the ten of hearts disturb _her_? I made up my mind to seek out the n.o.ble Roman and learn just how much he knew about that disquieting card.
The music ceased.
"Now, run away with your benedictions," said the Blue Domino breathlessly.
"Shall I see you again?"--eagerly.
"If you seek diligently." She paused for a moment, like a bird about to take flight. "Positive, fool; comparative, fooler; superlative, foolest!"
And I was left standing alone: What the deuce did she mean by that?
After all, there might be any number of blue dominoes in the land; and it seemed scarcely credible that a guest at the Hunt Club would go to a costumer"s for an outfit. (I had gone to a costumer"s, but my case was altogether different. I was an impostor.) I hunted up _Imperator Rex_. It was not long ere we came face to face, or, to speak correctly, mask to mask.
"What do you know about the ten of hearts?" I began with directness.
"I am a shade; all things are known to me."
"You may be a lamp-shade, for all I care. What do you know about the ten of hearts?"
"Beware of it,"--hollowly. From under his toga he produced a ten of hearts!