"Now, Rose," expostulated Grace, picking them up, "how often must I tell you the floor is not the proper place to hang your things? I suppose you will be having the whole house in a litter, as usual, now that you have got home."
"Why did you send for me then?" demanded Rose. "I was very well off. I didn"t want to come. Never got scolded once since I went away, and I pitched my clothes everywhere! Say, Grace, how do you get on with the new comers?"
"Very well."
Here Babette appeared with the young lady"s lunch, and Miss Rose sat down to it promptly.
"What is she like, Kate--handsome?"
"Very!" with emphasis.
"Handsomer than I am?"
"A thousand times handsomer!"
"Bah! I don"t believe it! Tall and fair, with light hair and blue eyes.
Am I right?"
"Yes."
"Then she is as insipid as milk and water--as insipid as you are, old Madame Grumpy. And papa--he"s big and loud-voiced, and red-faced and jolly, I suppose?"
"Miss Rose Danton, be a little more respectful, if you want me to answer your questions."
"Well, but isn"t he? And Mr. Richards--who"s Mr. Richards?"
"I don"t know."
"Isn"t he here?"
"Yes, certainly."
"Then why don"t you know?"
"Because I have not, like Rose Danton, a b.u.mp of inquisitiveness as large as a turnip."
"Now, Grace, don"t be hateful. Tell me all you know about Mr. Richards."
"And that is nothing. I have never even seen him. He is an invalid; he keeps his rooms, night and day. His meals are carried upland no one sees him but your father, and sister, and Ogden."
"Mon Dieu!" cried Rose, opening her eyes very wide. "A mystery under our very noses! What can it mean? There"s something wrong somewhere, isn"t there?"
"I don"t know anything about it; it is none of my business, and I never interfere in other people"s."
"You dear old Granny Grumpy! And now that I"ve had enough to eat, why don"t you ask me about my visit to Ottawa, and what kind of time I had?"
"Because I really don"t care anything about it. However, I trust you enjoyed yourself."
"Enjoyed myself!" shrilly cried Rose. "It was like being in paradise! I never had such a splendid, charming, delightful time since I was born! I never was so sorry for anything as for leaving."
"Really!"
"Oh, Grace! it was beautiful--so gay, so much company; and I do love company! A ball to-night, a concert to-morrow, a sociable next evening, the theatre, dinner-parties, matinees, morning calls, shopping and receptions! Oh," cried Rose, rapturously, "it was glorious!"
"Dear me!" said Grace, st.i.tching away like a sewing-machine; "it must have been a great trial to leave."
"It was. But I am going back. Dear Ottawa! Charming Ottawa! I was excessively happy in Ottawa!"
She laid hold of a kitten slumbering peacefully on a rug as she spoke, and went waltzing around the room, whistling a lively tune. Grace looked at her, tried to repress a smile, failed, and continued her work. She was very, very pretty, this second daughter of Captain Danton, and quite unlike the other two. She was of medium height, but so plump and rounded as to look less tall than she really was. Her profuse hair, of dark, chestnut brown, hung in thick curls to her waist; her complexion was dark, cheeks round and red as apples, her forehead low, her nose perfection, her teeth like pearls, her eyes small, bright and hazel.
Very pretty, very sparkling, very piquant, and a flirt from her cradle.
"Did you learn that new accomplishment in Ottawa, pray?" asked Grace.
"What new accomplishment?"
"Whistling."
"Yes, Jules taught me."
"Who is Jules?"
"Jules La Touche--the son of the house--handsome as an angel, and my devoted slave."
"Indeed! Has he taught you anything else?"
"Only to love him and to smoke cigarettes."
"Smoke!" exclaimed Grace, horrified.
"Yes, m"amour! I have a whole package in my trunk. If you mend my stockings I will let you have some. I could not exist without cigarettes now."
"I shall have to mend your stockings in any case. As to the cigarettes, permit me to decline. What will your papa say to such goings on?"
"He will be charmed, no doubt. If he isn"t, he ought to. Just fancy when he is sitting alone of an evening over his meerschaum, what nice, sociable smokes we can have together. Jules and I used to smoke together by the hour. My darling Jules! how I long to go back to Ottawa and you once more! Grace!" dropping the cat and whirling up to her, "would you like to hear a secret?"
"Not particularly; what is it?"
"You won"t tell--will you?"
"I don"t know; I must hear it first."
"It"s a great secret; I wouldn"t tell anybody but you; and not you, unless you promise profoundest silence."
"I make no promises blindly. Tell me or not, just as you please. I don"t think much of your secrets, anyhow."
"Don"t you?" said Rose, nettled; "look here, then."
She held out her left hand. On the third finger shone a shimmering opal ring.