"Well, you should be here! I do hope they won"t be late; the venison is to be taken out of the tin kitchen precisely at five minutes of seven.
Do, pray, sister, step into the hall and see what o"clock it is. I really am afraid they are late."
Miss Ruth went, but had scarcely crossed the threshold when Miss Deborah cried, "Come back, come back, Ruth! You must be here when they come," and then bustled away herself to fetch the housemaid to be ready to open the door, though, as Miss Ruth had said, it was a good quarter of an hour before the most impatient guest might be expected.
Miss Ruth went about, straightening a chair, or pulling an antimaca.s.sar to one side or the other, or putting an ornament in a better light, and then stopping to snuff the candles in the bra.s.s sconces on either side of the old piano. This and her anxiety about the venison fretted Miss Deborah so much, it was a great relief to hear the first carriage, and catch a glimpse of Mrs. Dale hurrying across the hall and up the stairs, her well-known brown satin tucked up to avoid a speck of mud or dust.
Miss Deborah plucked Miss Ruth"s sleeve, and, settling the lace at her own throat and wrists, bade her sister stand beside her on the rug. "And do, dear Ruth, try and have more repose of manner," she said, breathing quite quickly with excitement.
When Mrs. Dale entered, rustling in her shiny satin, with Mr. Dale shambling along behind her, the sisters greeted her with that stately affection which was part of the occasion.
"So glad to see you, dear Adele," said Miss Deborah and Miss Ruth in turn; and Mrs. Dale responded with equal graciousness, and no apparent recollection that they had almost quarreled that very morning at the post-office, when Mrs. Dale said that the first cloth to be removed at a dinner should be folded in fours, and Miss Deborah that it should be folded in threes.
Mr. Denner was the next to arrive, and while he was still making his bow the Forsythes came in; d.i.c.k looking over the heads of the little ladies, as though in search of some one else, and his mother languidly acknowledging that it was an effort to come out in the evening. Lois and the rector came with Colonel Drayton, and Miss Deborah breathed a sigh of relief that the venison would not be kept waiting.
Then Miss Deborah took Mrs. Forsythe"s arm, while Miss Ruth and d.i.c.k closed the little procession, and they marched into the dining-room, and took their places about the table, glittering with silver and gla.s.s, and lighted by gleaming wax tapers. It had not occurred to the little ladies to place d.i.c.k near Lois. Mrs. Drayton was the lady upon his right, and Lois was between such unimportant people as Mr. Denner and Mr. Dale.
d.i.c.k was the lion of the dinner, and all that he said was listened to with deference and even awe. But it was a relief to Lois not to have to talk to him. She sat now at Mr. Denner"s side, listening to the small stream of words bubbling along in a cheerful monotony, with scarcely a period for her answers. She was glad it was so; for though her apple-blossom face was drooped a little, and her gray eyes were not often lifted, and she looked the embodiment of maiden innocence and unworldliness, Lois was thinking the thoughts which occupied her much of late; weighing, and judging, struggling to reach some knowledge of herself, yet always in the same perplexity. Did she love d.i.c.k Forsythe?
There was no doubt in her mind that she loved the life he represented; but further than this she could not go. Yet he was so kind, she thought, and loved her so much. If, then and there, d.i.c.k could have whispered the question which was trembling on his lips, Lois was near enough to love to have said Yes.
Dinner was nearly over; that last desultory conversation had begun, which was to be ended by a bow from Miss Deborah to Mrs. Forsythe, and the ladies were dipping their nuts in their wine, half listening, and half watching for the signal to rise.
"How much we miss Gifford on such an occasion!" said Mr. Dale to Miss Ruth.
"Yes," replied the little lady, "dear Giff! How I wish he were here! He would so enjoy meeting Mr. Forsythe."
Lois smiled involuntarily, and the current of her thoughts suddenly turned. She saw again the fragrant dusk of the rectory garden, and heard the wind in the silver poplar and the tremble in a strong voice at her side.
She was as perplexed as ever when the ladies went back to the parlor.
Mrs. Forsythe came to her, as they pa.s.sed through the hall, and took the young girl"s hand in hers.
"I shall miss you very much this winter, Lois," she said, in her mildly complaining voice. "You have been very good to me; no daughter could have been more thoughtful. And I could not have loved a daughter of my own more." She gently patted the hand she held. "d.i.c.k is not very happy, my dear."
"I"m sorry," faltered Lois.
They had reached the parlor door, and Mrs. Forsythe bent her head towards the girl"s ear. "I hope--I trust--he will be, before we leave Ashurst."
Lois turned away abruptly; how could she grieve this gentle invalid!
"She"ll find out what Arabella Forsythe is, one of these days," Mrs. Dale thought, "but it"s just as well she should love her for the present." Nor did she lose the opportunity of using her influence to bring about the desired consummation.
Lois had gone, at Miss Deborah"s request, to the piano, and begun to sing, in her sweet girlish voice, some old-fashioned songs which the sisters liked.
"Jamie"s on the stormy sea!" sang Lois, but her voice trembled, and she missed a note, for Mrs. Dale had left the group of ladies about the fire, and bent over her shoulder.
"You know they go on Sat.u.r.day, Lois," she said. "Do, now, I beg of you, be a sensible girl. I never saw a man so much in love. You will be perfectly happy, if you will only be sensible! I hope you will be at home alone to-morrow."
When the gentlemen entered, d.i.c.k Forsythe was quick to make his way to Lois, sitting in the glimmer of the wax-lights in the sconces, at the old piano.
She stopped, and let her hands fall with a soft crash on the yellow keys.
"Do go on," he pleaded.
"No," she said, "it is too cold over here; let us come to the fire," and she slipped away to her father"s side. After that she was silent until it was time to say good-night, for no one expected her to speak, although d.i.c.k was the centre of the group, and did most of the talking. Later in the evening they had some whist, and after that, just before the party broke up, Mr. Denner was asked to sing.
He rose, coughed deprecatingly, and glanced sidewise at Mr. Forsythe; he feared he was out of tune. But Miss Deborah insisted with great politeness.
"If Miss Ruth would be so good as to accompany me," said Mr. Denner, "I might at least make the attempt."
Miss Ruth was shy about playing in public, but Mr. Denner encouraged her.
"You must overcome your timidity, my dear Miss Ruth," he said. "I--I am aware that it is quite painful; but one ought not to allow it to become a habit, as it were. It should be conquered in early life."
So Miss Ruth allowed him to lead her to the piano. There was a little stir about finding the music, before they were ready to begin; then Mr.
Denner ran his fingers through his brown wig, and, placing his small lean hands on his hips, rocked back and forth on his little heels, while he sang in a sweet but somewhat light and uncertain voice,--
"La.s.sie wi" the lint-white locks, Bonnie la.s.sie! artless la.s.sie!
Will ye wi" me tent the flocks, Will ye be my dearie, O?"
This was received with great applause; then every one said good-night, a.s.suring each sister that it had been a delightful evening; and finally the last carriage rolled off into the darkness, and the Misses Woodhouse were left, triumphantly exhausted, to discuss the dinner and the guests.
The rector walked home with Mr. Denner, who was still flushed with the praise of his singing, so Lois had the carriage all to herself, and tried to struggle against the fresh impulse of irresolution which Mrs.
Forsythe"s whispered "Good-night, Lois; be good to my boy!" had given her.
She went into the library at the rectory, and, throwing off her wrap, sat down on the hearth-rug, and determined to make up her mind. But first she had to put a fresh log on the andirons, and then work away with the wheezy old bellows, until a leaping flame lighted the shadowy room. The log was green, and, instead of deciding, she found herself listening to the soft bubbling noise of the sap, and thinking that it was the little singing ghosts of the summer birds. Max came and put his head on her knee, to be petted, and Lois"s thoughts wandered off to the dinner party, and Mr. Denner"s singing, and what good things Miss Deborah cooked, and how much his aunts must miss Gifford; so that she did not even hear the front door open, or know that d.i.c.k Forsythe had entered, until she heard Max snarl, and some one said in a tone which lacked its usual a.s.surance, "I--I hope I"m not disturbing you, Miss Lois?"
She was on her feet before he had a chance to help her rise, and looked at him with the frankest astonishment and dismay.
What would aunt Deely say, what would Miss Deborah think! A young woman receiving a gentleman alone after ten at night! "Father is not home yet,"
she said hastily, so confused and startled she scarcely knew what she was saying. "How dark it is in here! The fire has dazzled my eyes. I"ll get a light."
"Oh, don"t," he said; "I like the firelight." But she had gone, and came back again with Sally, who carried the lamps, and looked very much surprised, for Sally knew Ashurst ways better than Mr. Forsythe did: her young man always went home at nine.
"How pleasant it was at Miss Deborah"s!" Lois began, when Sally had gone out, and she was left alone to see the anxiety in d.i.c.k"s face. "n.o.body has such nice dinners as Miss Deborah and Miss Ruth." Lois"s voice was not altogether firm, yet, to her own surprise, she began to feel quite calm, and almost indifferent; she knew why d.i.c.k had come, but she did not even then know what her answer would be.
"Yes--no--I don"t know," he answered. "The fact is, I only seemed to live, Miss Lois, until I could get here to see you to-night. I heard your father say he was going home with Denner, and I thought you"d be alone.
So I came. I could not stand any more suspense!" he added, with something like a sob in his voice.
Lois"s heart gave one jump of fright, and then was quiet. She thought, vaguely, that she was glad he had rushed into it at once, so that she need not keep up that terrible fencing, but she did not speak. She had been sitting in a corner of the leather-covered sofa, and his excitement, as he stood looking at her, made her rise.
He grasped her hands in his, wringing them sharply as he spoke, not even noticing her little cry of pain, or her efforts to release herself. "You know I love you,--you know it! Why haven"t you let me tell you so? Oh, Lois, how lovely you are to-night,--how happy we shall be!"
He kissed one of her hands with a sudden savage pa.s.sion that frightened her. "Oh--don"t," she said, shrinking back, and pulling her hands away from him.
He looked at her blankly a moment, but when he spoke again it was gently.
"Did I frighten you? I didn"t mean to; but you know I love you. That hasn"t startled you? Tell me you care for me, Lois."
"But--but"--said Lois, sorry and ashamed, "I--don"t!"
The eager boyish face, so near her own, flushed with sudden anger. "You don"t? You must! Why--why, I love you. It cannot be that you really don"t--tell me?"