"I"m sure it"s no liberty; I shall be glad to welcome him," replied Sir John, dismally. "There"ll not be much here but stupid boys and girls. We shall get no whist to-night. The plague only knows who invented b.a.l.l.s."
It was a little odd that, next to ourselves, Mrs. Hughes should be the first to arrive. She was very pale and pretty, and her husband was a slender, quiet, delicate man, looking like a finished gentleman. Miss Deveen followed them with her eyes as they went up to Lady Whitney.
"She does not look like it, does she, Johnny?" whispered Miss Deveen to me. No, I was quite sure she did not.
Sophie Chalk was in white, with ivy leaves in her spangled hair, the sweetest fairy to look at ever seen out of a moonlight ring. Helen, in her Court dress and pearls, looked plain beside her. They stood talking together, not noticing that I and Tod were in the recess behind. Most of the people had come then, and the music was tuning up. The rooms looked well; the flowers, scattered about, had come up from Whitney Hall. Helen called to her brother.
"We may as well begin dancing, William."
"Of course we may," he answered. "I don"t know what we have waited for.
I must find a partner. Miss Chalk, may I have the honour of dancing the first dance with you?"
That Miss Chalk"s eyes went up to his with a flash of grat.i.tude, and then down in modesty to the chalked floor, I knew as well as though they had been behind her head instead of before it.
"Oh, thank you," said she, "I shall be so happy." And I no more dared glance at Tod than if he had been an uncaged crocodile. She had told _him_ she was engaged for it.
But just as William was about to give her his arm, and some one came and took away Helen, Lady Whitney called him. He spoke with his mother for a minute or two and came back with a cloud on his face.
"I am awfully sorry, Sophie. The mother says I must take out Lady Esther Starr this first time, old Starr"s wife, you know, as my father"s dancing days are over. Lady Esther is seven-and-thirty if she"s a day,"
growled Bill, "and as big as a lighthouse. I"ll have the second with you, Sophie."
"I am _afraid_ I am engaged for the second," hesitated Miss Sophie. "I think I have promised Joseph Todhetley."
"Never mind him," said Bill. "You"ll dance it with me, mind."
"I can tell him I mistook the dance," she softly suggested.
"Tell him anything. All right."
He wheeled round, and went up to Lady Esther, putting on his glove.
Sophie Chalk moved away, and I took courage to glance sideways at Tod.
His face was white as death: I think with pa.s.sion. He stood with his arms folded, never moving throughout the whole quadrille, only looking out straight before him with a fixed stare. A waltz came next, for which they kept their partners. And Sophie Chalk had enjoyed the luck of sitting down all the time. Whilst they were making ready for the second quadrille, Tod went up to her.
"This is our dance, Miss Chalk."
Well, she had her share of boldness. She looked steadily in his face, a.s.suring him that he was mistaken, and vowing through thick and thin that it was the _third_ dance she had promised him. Whilst she was excusing herself, Bill came up to claim her. Tod put out his strong arm to ward him off.
"Stay a moment, Whitney," he said, with studied calmness, "let me have an understanding first with Miss Chalk. She can dance with you afterwards if she prefers to do so. Miss Chalk, _you know_ that you promised yourself to me this morning for the second dance. I asked you for the first: you were engaged for that, you said, and would dance the second with me. There could be no mistake, on your side or on mine."
"Oh, but _indeed_ I understood it to be the third, dear Mr. Todhetley,"
said she. "I am dreadfully sorry if it is my fault. I will dance the third with you."
"I have not asked you for the third. Do as you please. If you throw me over for this second dance, I will never ask you for another again as long as I live."
Bill Whitney stood by laughing; seeming to treat the whole as a good joke. Sophie Chalk looked at him appealingly.
"And you certainly promised _me_, Miss Chalk," he put in. "Todhetley, it is a misunderstanding. You and I had better draw lots."
Tod bit his lip nearly to bleeding. All the notice he took of Bill"s speech was to turn his back upon him, and address Sophie.
"The decision lies with you alone, Miss Chalk. You have engaged yourself to him and to me: choose between us."
She put her hand within Bill"s arm, and went away with him, leaving a little honeyed flattery for Tod. But Bill Whitney looked back curiously into Tod"s white face, all his brightness gone; for the first time he seemed to realize that it was serious, almost an affair of life or death. His handkerchief up, wiping his damp brow, Tod did not notice which way he was going, and ran against Anna. "I beg your pardon," he said, with a start, as if waking out of a dream. "Will you go through this dance with me, Anna?"
Yes. He led her up to it; and they took their places opposite Bill and Miss Chalk.
Mr. James was to arrive at half-past nine. I was waiting for him near the entrance door. He was punctual to time; and looked very well in his evening dress. I took him up to Miss Deveen, and she made room for him on the sofa by her side, her diamonds glistening. He must have seen their value. Sir John had his rubber then in the little breakfast-parlour: Miss Cattledon, old Starr, and another making it up for him. Wanting to see the game played out, I kept by the sofa.
This was not the dancing-room: but they came into it in couples between the dances, to march round in the cooler air. Mr. James looked and Miss Deveen looked; and I confess that whenever Mrs. Hughes pa.s.sed us, I felt queer. Miss Deveen suddenly arrested her and kept her talking for a minute or two. Not a word bearing upon the subject said Mr. James. Once, when the room was clear and the measured tread to one of Strauss"s best waltzes could be heard, Lady Whitney approached. Catching sight of the stranger by Miss Deveen, she supposed he had been brought by some of the guests, and came up to make his acquaintance.
"A friend of mine, dear Lady Whitney," said Miss Deveen.
Lady Whitney, never observing that no name was mentioned, shook hands at once with Mr. James in her homely country fashion. He stood up until she had moved away.
"Well?" said Miss Deveen, when the dancers had come in again. "Is the lady here?"
"Yes."
I had expected him to say No, and could have struck him for destroying my faith in Mrs. Hughes. She was pa.s.sing at the moment.
"Do you see her now?" whispered Miss Deveen.
"Not now. She was at the door a moment ago."
"Not now!" exclaimed Miss Deveen, staring at Mrs. Hughes. "Is it not _that_ lady?"
Mr. James sent his eyes in half-a-dozen directions.
"Which lady, ma"am?"
"The one who has just pa.s.sed in black silk, with the simple white net quilling round the neck."
"Oh dear, no!" said Mr. James. "I never saw that lady in my life before.
The lady, _the_ lady, is dressed in white."
Miss Deveen looked at him, and I looked. _Here_, in the rooms, and yet not Mrs. Hughes!
"This is the one," he whispered, "coming in now."
The one, turning in at that particular instant, was Sophie Chalk. But others were before her and behind her. She was on Harry Whitney"s arm.
"Why don"t you dance, Miss Deveen?" asked bold Harry, halting before the sofa.
"Will you dance with me, Master Harry?"
"Of course I will. Glad to get you."
"Don"t tell fibs, young man. I might take you at your word, if I had my dancing-shoes on."