"Oh, don"t, Captain Kincaid, don"t! You are not fair to me. You make me appear--oh--we were speaking only of your cousin"s special case. I don"t want your confession. I"m not ready for--for anybody"s! You mustn"t make it! You--you--"
"It"s made, Anna Callender, and it makes me fair to you at last."
"Oh-h-h!"
"I know that matters little to you--"
"Oh, but you"re farther from fair than ever, Captain Kincaid; you got my word for one thing and have used it for another!" She turned and they tardily followed their friends, bound for the gangway. A torch-basket of pine-knots blazing under the bow covered flood and land with crimson light and inky shadows. The engines had stopped. The boat swept the sh.o.r.e. A single stage-plank lay thrust half out from her forward quarter. A sailor stood on its free end with a coil of small line. The crouching earthwork and its fierce guns glided toward them. Knots of idle cannoneers stood along its crest. A few came down to the water"s edge, to whom Anna and Hilary, still paired alone, were a compelling sight. They lifted their smart red caps. Charlie ventured a query: "It"s true, Captain, isn"t it, that Virginia"s out?"
"I"ve not seen her," was the solemn reply, and his comrades t.i.ttered.
"Yes!" called Constance and Miranda, "she"s out!"
"Miss Anna," murmured Hilary with a meekness it would have avenged Charlie to hear, "I"ve only given you the right you claim for every woman."
"Oh, Captain Kincaid, I didn"t say every woman! I took particular--I--I mean I--"
"If it"s any one"s right it"s yours."
"I don"t want it!--I mean--I mean--"
"You mean, do you not? that I"ve no right to say what can only distress you."
"Do you think you have?--Oh, Lieutenant, it"s been a perfectly lovely trip! I don"t know when the stars have seemed so bright!"
"They"re not like us dull men, Miss Callender," was the sailor"s unlucky reply, "they can rise to any occasion a lady can make."
"Ladies don"t make occasions, Lieutenant."
"Oh, don"t they!" laughed the sea-dog to Hilary. But duty called. "No, no, Miss Val--! Don"t try that plank alone! Captain Kincaid, will you give--? That"s right, sir.... Now, Captain Irby, you and Miss Callender--steady!"
Seventh and last went the frail old lady, led by Kincaid. She would have none other. She kept his arm with definite design while all seven waved the departing vessel good-by. Then for the walk to the house she shared Irby with Anna and gave Flora to Hilary, with Miranda and Constance in front outmanoeuvred by a sleight of hand so fleeting and affable that even you or I would not have seen it.
XXVIII
THE CUP OF TANTALUS
Queer world. Can you be sure the next pair you meet walking together of a summer eve are as starry as they look? Lo, Constance and Miranda. Did the bride herself realize what a hunger of loneliness was hers? Or Anna and Irby, with Madame between them. Could you, maybe, have guessed the veritable tempest beneath the maiden"s serenity, or his inward gnashings against whatever it was that had blighted his hour with the elusive Flora?
Or can any one say, in these lives of a thousand concealments and restraints, when things are happening and when not, within us or without, or how near we are now to the unexpected--to fate? See, Flora and Hilary. He gave no outward show that he was burning to flee the spot and swing his fists and howl and tear the ground.
Yet Flora knew; knew by herself; by a cold rage in her own fair bosom, where every faculty stood gayly alert for each least turn of incident, to foil or use it, while they talked lightly of Virginia"s great step, or of the night"s loveliness, counting the stars. "How small they look," she said, "how calm how still."
"Yes, and then to think what they really are! so fearfully far from small--or cold--or still!"
"Like ourselves," she prompted.
"Yes!" cried the transparent soldier. "At our smallest the smallest thing in us is that we should feel small. And how deep down are we calm or cold? Miss Flora, I once knew a girl--fine outside, inside. Lovers -she had to keep a turnstile. I knew a pair of them. To hear those two fellows separately tell what she was like, you couldn"t have believed them speaking of the same person. The second one thought the first had--sort o"--charted her harbor for him; but when he came to sail in, "pon my soul, if every shoal on the chart wasn"t deep water, and every deep water a fortified sh.o.r.e--ha, ha, ha!"
Flora"s smile was lambent. "Yes," she said, "that sweet Anna she"s very intric-ate." Hilary flamed and caught his breath, but she met his eyes with the placidity of the sky above them.
Suddenly he laughed: "Now I know what I am! Miss Flora, I--I wish you"d be my pilot."
She gave one resenting sparkle, but then shook her averted head tenderly, murmured "Impossible," and smiled.
"You think there"s no harbor there?"
"Listen," she said.
"Yes, I hear it, a horse."
"Captain Kincaid?"
"Miss Flora?"
"For dear Anna"s sake and yours, shall I be that little bit your pilot, to say--?"
"What! to say. Don"t see her to-night?"
Flora"s brow sank.
"May I go with you, then, and learn why?" The words were hurried, for a horseman was in front and the others had so slackened pace that all were again in group. Anna caught Flora"s reply:
"No, your cousin will be there. But to-morrow evening, bif-ore--"
"Yes," he echoed, "before anything else. I"ll come. Why!"--a whinny of recognition came from the road--"why, that"s my horse!"
The horseman dragged in his rein. Constance gasped and Kincaid exclaimed, "Well! since when and from where, Steve Mandeville?"
The rider sprang clanking to the ground and whipped out a doc.u.ment. All pressed round him. He gave his bride two furious kisses, held her in one arm and handed the missive to Kincaid:
"With the compliment of General Brodnax!"
Irby edged toward Flora, drawn by a look.
Hilary spoke: "Miss Anna, please hold this paper open for me while I--Thank you." He struck a match. The horse"s neck was some shelter and the two pressed close to make more, yet the match flared. The others listened to Mandeville:
"And "twas me dizcover" that tranzportation, juz" chanzing to arrive by the railroad--"
"Any one got a newspaper?" called Hilary. "Steve--yes, let"s have a wisp o" that."
The paper burned and Hilary read. "Always the man of the moment, me!" said Mandeville. "And also "t is thangs to me you are the firs" inform", and if you are likewise the firs" to ripport--"
"Thank you!" cried Kincaid, letting out a stirrup leather. "Adolphe, will you take that despatch on to Bartleson?" He hurried to the other stirrup.
"Tell him no!" whispered Flora, but in vain, so quickly had Anna handed Irby the order.
"Good-night, all!" cried Hilary, mounting. He wheeled, swung his cap and galloped.
"Hear him!" laughed Miranda to Flora, and from up the dim way his song came back: