"No," she said, "not like this; but I like it. We ought to have sleighing to-morrow, if it continues."
"Probably. We do not often have sleighing, though, in November."
There was another pause.
Kate yawned behind her white hand.
"I wish Father Francis would come up," she said wearily. "He is the only person in St. Croix worth talking to."
The dark, short November afternoon was deepening with snowy night, when through the ghostly twilight the buggy from the station whirled up to the door, and two gentlemen alighted. Great-coats, with upturned collars, and hats pulled down, disguised both, but Kate recognized her father, the taller and stouter, with a cry of delight.
"Papa!" she exclaimed; and ran out of the room to meet him. He was just entering, his jovial laugh ringing through the house as he shook the snow off, and caught her in his wet arms.
"Glad to be home again, Kate! You don"t mind a cold kiss, do you? Let me present an old friend whom you don"t expect, I"ll wager."
The gentleman behind him came forward. A gentleman neither very young, nor very handsome, nor very tall; at once plain-looking and proud-looking. The pale twilight was bright enough for Kate to recognize him as he took off his hat.
"Sir Ronald Keith!" she cried, intense surprise in every line of her face; "why, who would have thought of seeing you in Canada?"
She held out her hand frankly, but there was a marked air of restraint in Sir Ronald"s manner as he touched it and dropped it again.
"I thought it would be an astonisher," said her father; "how are Grace and Eeny?"
"Very well."
"And Rose? Has Rose got home?"
"Yes, papa."
At this juncture Ogden appeared, and his master turned to him.
"Ogden, see that Sir Ronald"s luggage is taken to his room, and then hold yourself in readiness to attend him. This way, Sir Ronald, there is just time to dress for dinner, and no more."
He led his visitor to the bedroom regions, and Kate returned to the drawing-room. Rose was there dressed beautifully, and with flowers in her hair, and all curiosity to hear who their visitor was. There was a heightened colour in Kate"s face and an altered expression in her eyes that puzzled Grace.
"He is Sir Ronald Keith," she said, in reply to Rose. "I have known him for years."
"Sir Ronald; knight or baronet?"
"Baronet, of course," Kate said, coldly; "and Scotch. Don"t get into a gale, Rose; you won"t care about him; he is neither young nor handsome."
"Is he unmarried?"
"Yes."
"And rich?"
"His income is eight thousand a year."
"_Mon Dieu!_ A baronet and eight thousand a year! Kate, I am going to make a dead set at him. Lady Keith--Lady Rose Keith; that sounds remarkably well, doesn"t it? I always thought I should like to be "my lady." Grace, how do I look?"
Kate sat down to the piano, and drowned Rose"s words in a storm of music. Rose looked at her with pursed-up lips.
"Kate is in one of her high and mighty moods," she thought. "I don"t pretend to understand her. If she is engaged in England, what difference can it make to her whether I flirt with this Scotch baronet or not? What do I care for her airs? I"ll flirt if I please."
She sat still, twisting her glossy ringlets round her fingers, while Kate played on with that unsmiling face. Half an hour, and the dinner-bell rang. Ten minutes after, Captain Danton and his guest stood before them.
For a moment Rose did not see him; her father"s large proportions, as he took her in his arms and kissed her, overshadowed every one else.
"How my little Rose has grown!" the Captain said looking at her fondly; "as plump as a partridge and as Rosy as her name. Sir Ronald--my daughter Rose."
Rose bowed with finished grace, thinking, with a profound sense of disappointment:
"What an ugly little man!"
Then it was Eeny"s turn, and presently they were all seated at the table--the baronet at Kate"s right hand, talking to her of Old England, and of by-gone days, and of people the rest knew nothing about. Captain Danton gallantly devoted himself to the other three, and told them he had brought them all presents from Montreal.
"Oh, papa, have you though!" cried Rose. "I dearly love presents; what have you brought me?"
"Wait until after dinner, little curiosity," said her father. "Grace, whom do you think I met in Montreal?"
"I don"t know, sir."
"Why, that brother of yours. I was loitering along the Champ de Mars, when who should step up but Doctor Frank. Wasn"t I astonished! I asked what brought him there, and he told me he found St. Croix so slow he couldn"t stand it any longer. Complimentary to you, young ladies."
Kate gave Rose a mischievous look, and Rose bit her lip and tossed back her auburn curls.
"I dare say St. Croix and its inhabitants can survive the loss," she said. "Papa, the next time you go to Montreal I want you to take me.
It"s a long time since I have been there."
"I thought you were going back to Ottawa," said Grace. "You seem to have forgotten all about it."
Rose gave her an alarmed look; and finding a gap in the tete-a-tete between her sister and Sir Ronald, struck smilingly in. He was small and he was homely, but he was a baronet and worth eight thousand a year, and Rose brought all the battery of her charms to bear. In vain. She might as well have tried to fascinate one of the gnarled old tamaracks out-of-doors. Sir Ronald was utterly insensible to her brightest smiles and glances, to her rosiest blushes and most honeyed words. He listened politely, he answered courteously; but he was no more fascinated by Captain Danton"s second daughter than he was by Captain Danton"s housekeeper.
Rose was disgusted, and retreated to a corner with a book, and sulked.
Grace, Kate, and Eeny, who all saw through the little game, were exceedingly amused.
"I told you it was of no use, Rose," said Kate, in a whisper, pausing at the corner. "Do you always read with the book upside down? Sir Ronald is made of flint, where pretty girls are concerned. You won"t be "my lady"
this time."
"Sir Ronald is a stupid stick!" retorted Rose. "I wouldn"t marry him if he were a duke instead of a baronet. One couldn"t expect anything better from a Scotchman, though."
It was the first experience Kate had had of Rose"s temper. She drew back now, troubled.
"I hope we will not be troubled with him long!" continued Rose, spitefully. "The place was stupid enough before, but it will be worse with that sulky Scotchman prowling about. I tried to be civil to him this evening. I shall never try again."
With which Miss Rose closed her lips, and relapsed into her book, supremely indifferent to her sister"s heightened colour and flashing eyes. She turned away in silence, and fifteen minutes after, Rose got up and left the room, without saving good-night to any one.
Rose kept her word. From that evening she was never civil to the Scotch baronet, and took every occasion to snub him. But her incivility was as completely thrown away as her charms had been. It is doubtful whether Sir Ronald ever knew he was snubbed; and Kate, seeing it, smiled to herself, and was friends with offended Rose once more. She and the baronet were on the best of terms; he was always willing to talk to her, always ready to be her escort when she walked or rode, always on hand to turn her music and listen entranced to her singing. If it was not a flirtation, it was something very like it, and Rose was nowhere. She looked on with indignant eyes, and revenged herself to the best of her power by flirting in her turn with the Reverend Augustus Clare.