I always go to Sidney now in a blue mood that has a real cause. He can cheer me up in five minutes. But in such a one as this, which is quite unaccountable, there"s nothing for it but a diary.
Sidney has been living at Stillwater for a month. It seems as if he must have lived there always.
He came to our place the next day after I met him in the woods.
Everybody made a fuss over him, but he shook them off with an ease I envied and whisked me out to see Don"s leg. He has fixed it up so that it is as good as new now, and the dogs like him almost better than they like me.
We have had splendid times since then. We are just the jolliest chums and we tramp about everywhere together and go skating and snowshoeing and riding. We read a lot of books together too, and Sidney always explains everything I don"t understand. I"m not a bit shy and I can always find plenty to say to him. He isn"t at all like any other man I know.
Everybody likes him, but the women seem to be a little afraid of him.
They say he is so terribly cynical and satirical. He goes into society a good bit, although he says it bores him. He says he only goes because it would bore him worse to stay home alone.
There"s only one thing about Sidney that I hardly like. I think he rather overdoes it in the matter of treating me as if I were a little girl. Of course, I don"t want him to look upon me as grown up. But there is a medium in all things, and he really needn"t talk as if he thought I was a child of ten and had no earthly interest in anything but sports and dogs. These _are_ the best things ... I suppose ... but I understand lots of other things too, only I can"t convince Sidney that I do. I know he is laughing at me when I try to show him I"m not so childish as he thinks me. He"s indulgent and whimsical, just as he would be with a little girl who was making believe to be grown up.
Perhaps next winter, when I put on long dresses and come out, he"ll stop regarding me as a child. But next winter is so horribly far off.
The day we were fussing with Don"s leg I told Sidney that Mother said I"d have to be grown up next winter and how I hated it, and I made him promise that when the time came he would use all his influence to beg me off for another year. He said he would, because it was a shame to worry children about society. But somehow I"ve concluded not to bother making a fuss. I have to come out some time, and I might as well take the plunge and get it over.
Mrs. Burnett was here this evening fixing up some arrangements for a charity bazaar she and Jen are interested in, and she talked most of the time about Sidney ... for Jen"s benefit, I suppose, although Jen and Sid don"t get on at all. They fight every time they meet, so I don"t see why Mrs. Burnett should think things.
"I wonder what he"ll do when Mrs. Rennie comes to the Glasgows" next month," said Mrs. Burnett.
"Why should he do anything?" asked Jen.
"Oh, well, you know there was something between them ... an understanding if not an engagement ... before she married Rennie. They met abroad ... my sister told me all about it ... and Mr. Elliot was quite infatuated with her. She was a very handsome and fascinating girl. Then she threw him over and married old Jacob Rennie ... for his millions, of course, for he certainly had nothing else to recommend him. Amy says Mr. Elliot was never the same man again. But Jacob died obligingly two years ago and Mrs. Rennie is free now; so I dare say they"ll make it up. No doubt that is why she is coming to Riverton.
Well, it would be a very suitable match."
I"m so glad I never liked Mrs. Burnett.
I wonder if it is true that Sidney did care for that horrid woman ...
of course she is horrid! Didn"t she marry an old man for his money?...
and cares for her still. It is no business of mine, of course, and it doesn"t matter to me at all. But I rather hope he doesn"t ... because it would spoil everything if he got married. He wouldn"t have time to be chums with me then.
I don"t know why I feel so dull tonight. Writing in this diary doesn"t seem to have helped me as much as I thought it would, either. I dare say it"s the weather. It must be the weather. It is a wet, windy night and the rain is thudding against the window. I hate rainy nights.
I wonder if Mrs. Rennie is really as handsome as Mrs. Burnett says. I wonder how old she is. I wonder if she ever cared for Sidney ... no, she didn"t. No woman who cared for Sidney could ever have thrown him over for an old moneybag. I wonder if I shall like her. No, I won"t.
I"m sure I shan"t like her.
My head is aching and I"m going to bed.
March Tenth.
Mrs. Rennie was here to dinner tonight. My head was aching again, and Mother said I needn"t go down to dinner if I"d rather not; but a dozen headaches could not have kept me back, or a dozen men either, even supposing I"d have to talk to them all. I wanted to see Mrs. Rennie.
Nothing has been talked of in Riverton for the last fortnight but Mrs.
Rennie. I"ve heard of her beauty and charm and costumes until I"m sick of the subject. Today I spoke to Sidney about her. Before I thought I said right out, "Mrs. Rennie is to dine with us tonight."
"Yes?" he said in a quiet voice.
"I"m dying to see her," I went on recklessly. "I"ve heard so much about her. They say she"s so beautiful and fascinating. _Is_ she?
_You_ ought to know."
Sidney swung the sled around and put it in position for another coast.
"Yes, I know her," he admitted tranquilly. "She is a very handsome woman, and I suppose most people would consider her fascinating. Come, Nic, get on the sled. We have just time for one more coast, and then you must go in."
"You were once a good friend ... a very good friend ... of Mrs.
Rennie"s, weren"t you, Sid?" I said.
A little mocking gleam crept into his eyes, and I instantly realized that he was looking upon me as a rather impertinent child.
"You"ve been listening to gossip, Nic," he said. "It"s a bad habit, child. Don"t let it grow on you. Come."
I went, feeling crushed and furious and ashamed.
I knew her at once when I went down to the drawing-room. There were three other strange women there, but I knew she was the only one who could be Mrs. Rennie. I felt such a horrible queer sinking feeling at my heart when I saw her. Oh, she was beautiful ... I had never seen anyone so beautiful. And Sidney was standing beside her, talking to her, with a smile on his face, but none in his eyes ... I noticed _that_ at a glance.
She was so tall and slender and willowy. Her dress was wonderful, and her bare throat and shoulders were like pearls. Her hair was pale, pale gold, and her eyes long-lashed and sweet, and her mouth like a scarlet blossom against her creamy face. I thought of how I must look beside her ... an awkward little girl in a short skirt with my hair in a braid and too many hands and feet, and I would have given anything then to be tall and grown-up and graceful.
I watched her all the evening and the queer feeling in me somewhere grew worse and worse. I couldn"t eat anything. Sidney took Mrs. Rennie in; they sat opposite to me and talked all the time.
I was so glad when the dinner was over and everybody gone. The first thing I did when I escaped to my room was to go to the gla.s.s and look myself over just as critically and carefully as if I were somebody else. I saw a great rope of dark brown hair ... a brown skin with red cheeks ... a big red mouth ... a pair of grey eyes. That was all. And when I thought of that shimmering witch woman with her white skin and shining hair I wanted to put out the light and cry in the dark. Only I"ve never cried since I was a child and broke my last doll, and I"ve got so out of the habit that I don"t know how to go about it.
April Fifth.
Aunt Jemima would not think I was getting the good out of my diary. A whole month and not a word! But there was nothing to write, and I"ve felt too miserable to write if there had been. I don"t know what is the matter with me. I"m just cross and horrid to everyone, even to poor Sidney.
Mrs. Rennie has been queening it in Riverton society for the past month. People rave over her and I admire her horribly, although I don"t like her. Mrs. Burnett says that a match between her and Sidney Elliot is a foregone conclusion.
It"s plain to be seen that Mrs. Rennie loves Sidney. Even I can see that, and I don"t know much about such things. But it puzzles me to know how Sidney regards her. I have never thought he showed any sign of really caring for her. But then, he isn"t the kind that would.
"Nic, I wonder if you will ever grow up," he said to me today, laughing, when he caught me racing over the lawn with the dogs.
"I"m grown up now," I said crossly. "Why, I"m eighteen and a half and I"m two inches taller than any of the other girls."
Sidney laughed, as if he were heartily amused at something.
"You"re a blessed baby," he said, "and the dearest, truest, jolliest little chum ever a fellow had. I don"t know what I"d do without you, Nic. You keep me sane and wholesome. I"m a tenfold better man for knowing you, little girl."
I was rather pleased. It was nice to think I was some good to Sidney.
"Are you going to the Trents" dinner tonight?" I asked.
"Yes," he said briefly.
"Mrs. Rennie will be there," I said.