"_Slowly!_"
"Yes, very slowly. I think I"ve shown a great deal of patience.
American girls--the beauties, I mean--are quite hurt if a fellow doesn"t propose somewhere along in the first day or two. They think he can"t appreciate their real worth, and that he deserves what he gets if some other chap walks away with them. Now, I"m not going to sit still on my perch and see anything else walking off with you."
I couldn"t help laughing. "I"ll call for help if I think there"s any danger," said I; "but I can"t promise more than that. I didn"t come over to America to pick up a husband."
He looked at me rather queerly when I said that, almost as if he thought I had come for that express purpose, and was trying to conceal it. But, of course, he couldn"t be so horrid as to suppose such a thing really, and I must have imagined the strange expression. If he only knew, I came away so that another girl might be sure to get a husband, and I"m not allowed to go back until he has been got.
"They"re just growing around on blackberry bushes and in strawberry patches for you to pick and choose," said Potter, "and that"s what worries me. I"m a wildly jealous fellow. I"ve got two month"s leave so as to be with you at Newport, and I tell you I shall see a bright, beautiful crimson, if too many dudes come fooling around the shanty.
Say, won"t you just _play_ we"re engaged, anyhow, and see how you like it?"
But now I was really cross, and wouldn"t hear a word more of such nonsense, so I jumped up, and he had to scramble up, too.
"If you"ve really proposed--which I doubt--" said I, "you must please understand that you"ve been formally refused. But I forgive you because I believe you must have been chaffing, and because it"s my first proposal; so at all events I can"t die without having had at least one.
Now, do be sensible and take me back, or I shall have to find my way alone,--or else ask a strange cadet to pilot me."
That threat found a vulnerable spot; and he was not half bad on the way home--perhaps no worse than the name of the Walk allowed.
I was a good deal excited about the ball, as it was my very first.
Sally Woodburn had looked at my things, and told me what to bring. Not that it was a hard choice, for I have only four frocks with me, in which I could go to a dance. The one Sally wanted me to wear at West Point is a little white thing, of embroidered India muslin. Thompson made it after one of Vic"s, and it is a rag compared to Sally"s and Mrs. Ess Kay"s gorgeous things. But when Sally had done my hair in a new way, (they had left Louise behind, as there was no room for her), and fastened round my throat a lovely string of pearls she brought on purpose, I looked quite nice.
The "hop" was in a great big room which the cadets use for something or other, I forget what; and it was decorated with quant.i.ties of American flags. There were lots of girls--the youngest things! hardly any of them could have been out--but there were even more men; counting officers and cadets, at least two for each girl.
The card which my particular cadet had talked about making for me, was a programme, with all the dances and the men"s names, and illuminations which he had put on himself. It was beautiful, and I told him that I would always keep it. I danced every dance, with two partners for each, and there was a cotillion afterwards with favours to remind the girls who got them, of West Point; little flags, and b.u.t.tons, and bits of gold lace; but I was very lucky, for some of the friends I had made in camp had smuggled me special things, and I shall have quite a collection of sergeant"s stripes and corporal"s chevrons, belt buckles and beautiful bright bell-b.u.t.tons with initials scratched on them.
I don"t believe Vic had half so much fun at her first ball as I had at mine, although hers is so many seasons ago now that I can"t remember what she said about it. I was only a little girl then, and she wasn"t in the habit of telling me things, as she is now.
Although I didn"t get to bed till after two, I was up early next morning, because I had promised my best cadets that I would be at morning parade, or whatever they call it, to say good-bye. Sally went with me, and it was quite an affecting parting. I shall never forget those dear boys if I live to be a hundred, though I can"t remember any of their names, as after all I lost the card I meant to keep always.
VI
ABOUT THE PARK AND LOVE STORIES
All the preparations that Mrs. Ess Kay had to make for Newport kept us two more days in New York; and it was terribly hot, but I was not sorry to stay, because we did so many amusing things.
Mr. Doremus was detained too--by his tailor, he said--so we saw a good deal of him, as Mrs. Van der Windt had left for her Newport cottage. We did go to a roof garden entertainment, after all, and it was most fascinating, but quite without the feeling that you might fall off, which I had expected to have. I saw the moon coming up, and gilding thousands of roofs, and I couldn"t help wondering which was the roof of that club where poor, handsome Jim Brett was employed; though of course it was impossible to speak of him to anyone except Vivace.
We lunched one day at an enormous and very fashionable red brick hotel called the Waldorf-Astoria, and went into a Turkish Room, and had delicious things to eat in a beautiful restaurant, which had not at all an out-of-season air, though Mrs. Ess Kay said that most of the well-groomed looking people whom I suspected of being leaders of the Four Hundred were only "trippers." I do wonder, by the way, why one always has an innate sense of contempt for trippers, and longs to be sniffy and show one"s own superiority? We must all be trippers somewhere and sometimes, or we would never see anything of the world; indeed I suppose I am by way of being a tripper now. But one never seems to regard one"s self in such a light, or imagine that anybody else could be so undiscerning.
I hadn"t known that a hotel could be as big as the Waldorf-Astoria, though Mrs. Ess Kay says there are several just about as large in New York, and she has heard there are one or two in Chicago, but she thanks Heaven she doesn"t know anything personally about _that_. When she made this remark I remembered what Sally had told me in confidence about Mrs. Ess Kay"s life before she began to qualify for the Four Hundred.
But of course I did not make any allusion to the subject, for fear it was a skeleton in her closet. And Sally says that well-regulated Chicago people think New York a one-horse place compared to their town, which is really wonderful and most interesting, as I shall find out if I see it. I wish I could, but I suppose I shan"t, as I came over to visit Mrs. Ess Kay, not to do sight-seeing.
The second day after we came back from West Point, as I went downstairs the first thing in the morning, I heard Mrs. Ess Kay at the telephone, which is in a little room, along a corridor off the fountain court.
She was having a long conversation with someone, laughing and chatting just as if she were talking to a visitor; and presently my name came in. "Yes, Lady Betty Bu----, no, not p.r.o.nounced that way, my child. As if it were spelt B-U-C-K-, yes, that"s right. Such a pretty girl, a perfect dear. I expect the men will be wild about her at Newport.
Potter _raves_ over her. Ha, ha, ha! Do you think so? Well, perhaps.
I"ve known stranger things to happen. No, it"s not her father, but her brother, who"s the Duke; awfully good-looking. I wish he could have come too. But you see Sally wouldn"t--you know what Sally _is_. No, she"s never got over that old affair. Southern women are so romantic.
Yes, I"ll bring dear little Betty with me if it won"t tire you.
She----"
Then I began to think I ought to let her know I was there, for one hates to eavesdrop. So I yelled at the top of my lungs that I was in the hall, waiting to go to breakfast, and couldn"t help hearing every word she said. However, she didn"t mind a bit, and called to me to come into the telephone room.
"I"m talking to a friend of mine who has just been moved back to her own apartment after getting over appendicitis," she explained. "Poor thing, she"s such an indefatigable society woman, and she does so hate being stuck in the city at this season. I"ve just been promising to run in and see her this afternoon, and I"d like to take you if you"ll go.
She"d love to see you. I"ll introduce you now by "phone."
With that, she began to chat into the thing again, in a chummy sort of way which seemed quite uncanny, as I have always looked upon a telephone as an official kind of machine which you prepared for with fasting and prayer, and only had recourse to when strictly necessary for important business. "Here"s Lady Betty," said Mrs. Ess Kay. "I"m going to introduce you. Now, Betty, take hold of the----"
"Oh, I can"t. I don"t know how. I never did," I objected, feeling as if she were going to force me into taking gas against my will.
She would have me try, so I did, as it"s very difficult to oppose Mrs.
Ess Kay even in the smallest thing. But I couldn"t hear a word, only a horrid buzzing, so she had to let me off, and just tell me that the lady we were to call on was Mrs. Harvey Richmount Taylour.
"If you"re going to stay long in America, you"ll have to get used to the "phone," said she. "We do half our shopping, and some of our calling, and make about all our appointments that way. If we didn"t, there"d be more cases of nervous prostration than there _are_, and goodness knows there are enough now, even since Blue Rays have come in.
Many love affairs are carried on practically entirely by "phone, and I"ve heard that in case of necessity, marriage ceremonies can be performed by it."
"How about divorces?" I asked. And I was quite serious, but Mrs. Ess Kay didn"t seem to think the question worth an answer. So she switched off her friend, and rang up two or three tradespeople of whom she ordered scent, and chocolates, and some new books, and told a manicure to call. Then we went in to breakfast.
It appears that the manicure person is a great catch, and you are very lucky to get him without making an appointment long beforehand. He does things to your feet, too, though I dared not ask what; and Mrs. Ess Kay intended to stop in for him all the morning.
While she was talking about this, Sally was glancing over letters, and there was one in which she seemed particularly interested. She looked up from it suddenly, when Mrs. Ess Kay said she was not going out, and exclaimed, "Oh, then I may have Betty. How nice, I do so want to show her the Park."
"I"ll go with you," Potter broke in quickly, but Sally shook her head.
"No, I want her to myself, thank you--just for this once."
Potter looked cross, but said no more, and it was arranged that Sally and I should start in about an hour. Mrs. Ess Kay thought we ought to get off at once, as it would be cooler; but for some reason Sally did not like that idea. Meanwhile, she ran out herself on an errand, but did not offer to take me.
Even people who have absolutely nothing to do except to amuse themselves appear to like waking up and having breakfast much earlier than we do. This morning, as usual, we had finished breakfast by half past nine, and by a quarter past ten Sally had come back to fetch Vivace and me for our walk.
I hadn"t yet been shown Central Park. Mrs. Ess Kay said it was horrid out of season; but Sally didn"t agree with her; and I thought it lovely, more like the Bois de Boulogne than our Park, and yet with an extraordinary individuality of its own. There were only a few people of our sort, riding or driving, but lots of children were playing about, and it was wonderful that the trees and gra.s.s and flowers could have kept so fresh through such tremendous heat. I"m sure if we had weather like that in England the whole vegetable kingdom would go on strike.
Whether it was the beauty of the Park, or whether it was something in herself, I don"t know, but Sally Woodburn was in a sentimental mood.
She is generally full of fun, in her soft, quiet little way; but this morning she was all poetry and romance. She quoted Tennyson, and several modern American poets, whose names I was ashamed to say I didn"t even know, as their verses seemed charming; and when she had found a certain narrow, shady path which she had been looking for, suddenly she said, "Let"s talk about love. What do you think about love, Betty?"
"I don"t know anything about it yet, except from books," said I.
"Mother doesn"t like my reading modern novels much, and we haven"t many in the library, for Vic reads French ones and hides them. But there are other books besides novels that tell about love--some heavenly ones."
"I should think there were," said Sally. "But I didn"t ask you what you knew; I asked what you _thought_. Have you ever thought about what it would be like to be in love?"
"Yes," I had to admit, shamefacedly, for as she is not a man, luckily it wasn"t necessary to tell a fib. "Have you?"
"I _know_, once for all," said Sally, in a changed voice. "That is why I wanted to talk about it to you, before you really begin life over here. Perhaps--it depends on your opinions of love--I"ll tell you my little story. I don"t tell it to people. But maybe I will to you, this morning. We shall see."
"Is it a sad story, dear?" I asked.