"My dear young lady," he said as they were returning to the hotel, "I should like to call on you and your friends this evening, and bring my son with me."
"I should be delighted," replied Marion, who had been wondering how she should ask him to do that very thing without appearing too eager; "for as yet we do not any of us know a single cadet."
"What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, in unfeigned astonishment; "you don"t mean to say you"ve been at West Point three days, and don"t know a cadet! Why, I supposed that by this time you had a whole necklace of bra.s.s b.u.t.tons."
"I haven"t," laughed Marion, "and I don"t think I care for one; but I should like to know some one here."
"Of course you would; and I don"t understand it at all. Ah! now I see!"
he exclaimed, with a meaning glance at the two young men who were walking in front with Florence and Rachel; "you have been monopolized, but we"ll alter the state of things."
Col. Stranburg was as good as his word, and called that evening, bringing with him, not only his son, but two other cadets, who proved to be the very young gentlemen the girls had so often noticed. The next day the young men called again, each bringing a friend, and so it went on; every evening their parlor was crowded, and the girls were showered with attentions and bouquets till the end of the week, when Mr. Berkley carried them off, declaring that their heads would be completely turned if they remained any longer.
From West Point they went to the Catskills, spending several weeks there. Marion, who had never travelled to any extent, was perfectly delighted with everything she saw, but above all with the exquisite beauty of the scenery. She would often wander away from the others, find some unfrequented spot, and sit for hours drinking in the loveliness about her, her whole nature expanding under its influence.
From the Catskills they went to Saratoga, giving only one day and night to that abode of fashion; from there to Montreal; then down the St.
Lawrence to Niagara, and from there home, arriving in Boston about the last of September.
It would be useless for me to attempt to give an account of all they saw and did that summer; it would fill at least one small volume. Suffice it to say, that every one enjoyed themselves to the utmost; that Rachel could never thank Mrs. Berkley half enough for inviting her to join their party; and Florence could never express half her grat.i.tude to Rachel for inviting her to go with her.
I think I conveyed to my readers the idea that Mr. Thornton was somewhat in love with Marion the first time he saw her; and the more he saw her the better he liked her. Every one knows how easily people get acquainted who are thrown together as they were, and before the summer was half over, they felt as if they had known each other for years.
Marion liked Mr. Thornton very much; in fact, once or twice she had been guilty of indulging in certain little day-dreams, in which that young gentleman figured quite extensively; but she had been heartily ashamed of herself afterwards, and resolved in the future not to let her imagination take such ridiculous flights. But she could not help noticing, that, polite as he was to her friends, he was still more so to her. There was a difference in the very way he spoke to her; not that he was ever sentimental or tender; Marion would have had too much good sense to allow anything of the kind, even if he had been inclined to be so foolish, which I am happy to say he was not. But she remembered, that throughout their whole journey she had never expressed a wish to go to any particular place, or see any lovely view which the rest of the party considered rather unattainable, but what, somehow or other, Mr. Thornton cleared away all difficulties, and almost before she was aware of it the wish was gratified. She would have been something more than human, if such very chivalrous attentions had not been agreeable to her.
CHAPTER XXI.
RACHEL"S UNCLE RETURNS.
"There, Rachel, I flatter myself that hangs just about right," said Marion, walking across the room to display the train of her new black silk.
"And so it does," replied Rachel, turning away from the gla.s.s where she had been putting on her fall hat; "the slope is quite perfect. Why, you look positively queenly!"
"Don"t I though?" laughed Marion, only glancing now and then with an air of great satisfaction at the folds of her train as it swept gracefully beside her chair. "I"ve held out all summer, and would not put on a long dress until I could have a train, and now I"ve got one."
"I should certainly say you had," said her mother, entering at that moment with her bonnet and shawl on. "Come Rachel, are you ready? The carriage is at the door. I suppose Marion will spend her time, while we are out, walking up and down the room, learning how to manage her train, so as not to stumble over it the first time she goes downstairs."
"You horrible mamma!" laughed Marion; "as if I could be so clumsy!
Besides, you know I am staying home on purpose to finish papa"s slippers in time for his birthday."
"Oh, yes, we know," said Rachel, "I don"t suppose there"s any danger of your having a caller while we are out."
"No, I don"t suppose there is," retorted Marion, knowing well the meaning of Rachel"s mischievous glance, "unless your uncle should happen to come; if he does, I"ll entertain him until you get back."
"Oh, there"s no danger of his interrupting the tete-a-tete," laughed Rachel, as she ran downstairs; "your father said the steamer would not be in until to-morrow morning."
"O mamma," called out Marion, "won"t you please stop on your way back, and get me a cherry ribbon? I haven"t a bright bow to my name, and papa will have a fit to see me all in black."
"I"ll get you one," replied Mrs. Berkley, as she was closing the front door; "but there"s one in my upper drawer you can wear until I get back."
"It"s not worth while," said Marion to herself, as she fastened her sleeve-b.u.t.tons; "I"ll just put in this jet pin, for I know there won"t be any one here, and I haven"t got time to prink."
She seated herself at her work, and sewed away very industriously, only glancing now and then at the folds of her alpaca, as they swept out so gracefully beside her chair, looking "almost like a black silk." Her mother and Rachel had not been gone very long, when Bridget, the cook, came up, and said there was a gentleman downstairs.
"Who is it, Biddy? didn"t he send his name?"
"Indade an" he didn"t, miss. Ellen is out, and Sarey"s just afther changin" her dress, an" it"s meself as had to go to the door, an" I always gits so fl.u.s.tered that I laves me wits in the kitchen."
"I should think you did," replied Marion, as she brushed the bits of worsted off her dress. "Do you think it"s Mr. Thornton?"
"Misther Thorington! An" haven"t I sane the likes o" him too many times not to know him? Indade an" it aint, miss; it"s a much oulder man than him."
"Oh, I know who it is!" exclaimed Marion. "I"ll go right down;" and she ran downstairs, not stopping to give a glance at the gla.s.s as she certainly would have done if it had been Mr. Thornton, and thinking to herself, "It must be Rachel"s uncle. I am so glad the old gentleman has got here at last; I do hope he will be like her father."
She entered the parlor hastily, but before she had a chance to speak, or even see who was there, she found herself encircled by a pair of strong arms; a bearded face bent over her, kissing her repeatedly, and a manly voice exclaimed: "My darling! have I got you at last?"
Marion disengaged herself as quickly as possible, and sprang back, looking at the stranger with an expression in which astonishment and indignation were equally blended.
He was a very handsome man, apparently about thirty-five; tall, and of a commanding figure. His features were fine, that is, his nose and eyes; the latter, when one could get a good look under the long black lashes which shaded them, showed themselves to be clear, blue-gray; but the lower part of his face was concealed by a soft, wavy beard and mustache of rich, chestnut-brown. There was an air of dignity about him which did not seem to be a.s.sumed for the occasion, and altogether he was the last man to suspect as an impostor, although such Marion had mentally styled him, deciding at the first glance that he could not be Rachel"s uncle.
Before she could collect her bewildered ideas sufficiently to speak, he again stretched out his arms as if to embrace her, saying in a reproachful tone:--
"What! your astonishment at seeing me is greater than your joy? I a.s.sure you, my dear, that is not the case with me."
"Can you wonder at my astonishment, sir?" exclaimed Marion, retreating as he came near her, and motioning him back with a haughty gesture; "explain your singular conduct."
"Have not I explained it sufficiently?" he asked. "You are a little unreasonable, I think, although that queenly manner sets well upon you, I must confess."
"Sir!" exclaimed Marion, with flashing eyes, "if you do not instantly leave this house, I will find means to compel you to do so."
"Come, come, my darling," he answered, stepping forward and taking possession of her hand, "your joke has gone quite far enough. I acknowledge you"re as perfect a little actress as I ever saw; but I want something more than acting;" and he attempted to kiss her.
But Marion sprang from him, throwing her head up, and looking at him with a face expressive of the utmost scorn, as she exclaimed, "Sir, you have the appearance of a gentleman, and for such I first took you, but I find I was mistaken; if you do not instantly leave the house I will call a policeman to put you out!" and Marion pointed to the door with a gesture that would have done honor to a queen, as she stood waiting to see him obey her command.
But the stranger only looked at her a moment in silence, then said in an injured, reproachful tone, "I expected to find you changed; a young lady in fact; but that you should have chosen our first meeting for an exhibition of what seems to be your favorite accomplishment is more than I expected. I entreat you to drop this haughty indifference, which I sincerely hope is a.s.sumed for this occasion only, and be once more the little Rachel I left ten years ago."
At the mention of the word Rachel, Marion"s arm dropped to her side; her haughty bearing gave place to an air of confusion, and she exclaimed:--
"Rachel! Can it be that you thought I was Rachel Drayton?"
For the first time it occurred to the stranger that he too might be laboring under a mistake, and he bowed slightly, as he said:--
"I certainly took you for my niece, Rachel Drayton; but I see by your face I am wrong. I most sincerely beg your pardon for what must have seemed an act of unparalleled impudence."
Marion bowed, flushing crimson at the recollection of the very affectionate greeting he had given her; but she said in a charmingly frank way:--
"No apology is necessary, sir; it was a mistake all round,--you took me for Rachel, and I took you for an impostor, which certainly was not so complimentary; but now I know you must be Dr. Robert Drayton."