And so thought Dexie herself as she stood by the bed whereon it lay, and she bitterly reproached herself for the anxiety her waywardness had caused.
Tears were in her eyes as Mrs. Gurney came quietly into the room.
"Dear Mrs. Gurney--" She could say no more, but the eloquent eyes told the story quite as well as if it had been spoken by the quivering lips.
"There, my dear! There! never mind. It was only a mistake, and we all make mistakes sometimes; so don"t fret any more. See how nicely we have managed.
Do you like it, my dear?"
"So very much that I feel I shall never be able to repay you for the trouble"--her eyes still full of tears.
"Oh, yes, you will, I expect payment this very night," and the firm, cool hand was laid lovingly across Dexie"s shoulder. "When I hear that you have overlooked the cause of the trouble, and have sung and whistled your very best, and to Lancy"s satisfaction--when I have heard this, I will consider the debt well paid," and she bent over and kissed the wet cheeks. "You had better try on the gloves, dear; then see if we have forgotten any one thing."
The face was soon wreathed in smiles. The many things made ready for her use by her dear friends made her realize how much they cared for her, and her girlish heart beat fast as she thought of the triumph she was determined to win, if only to please them.
"We are going to have an early tea, and then we will begin to dress," said Cora, making her appearance in the room. "You must put yourself into my hands to-night, Dexie, so be pa.s.sive and obedient. We have all set our hearts on your success, Dexie, dear."
"And I will not disappoint you, I promise. I would be a monster of iniquity if I did not do my best, after making so much extra trouble for everybody to-day."
"Ask Gussie to come in with you for tea, Dexie," said Mrs. Gurney, "and if she will bring in her dress, one can help the other get ready."
"Oh, that will be splendid! But I don"t want any tea; we had a nice lunch at the Four-Mile House, and I won"t eat anything more till after the concert. So you can leave my share till then," she said with a smile.
"What new whim possesses you now, Dexie?" asked Elsie.
"It is not a whim. I am going to put forth my best efforts to-night, and I can whistle better if I do not eat."
"What nonsense! did you ever try it?"
"Not purposely, but I know I can."
"That is right, Dexie; use every means to enable you to appear at your best."
CHAPTER XVII.
Mr. Ross had lingered near the house ever since he had parted from Mr.
Sherwood, so anxious was he to hear the decision of his erratic "warbler,"
and he was much relieved when he saw the sleigh drive up to the door at a much earlier hour than he had dared to hope.
Feeling quite sure that she had reversed her hasty decision, he turned his steps to the nearest conservatory, from which he emerged later on bearing a box which contained what he hoped would prove his "peace-offering."
He was received by Mr. Sherwood, who had observed his approach from the window, and his smiling face told the story before there was time to exchange words thereon.
"Can I see her?" asked Mr. Ross, as he heard of Lancy"s success.
"Well, I"m afraid not; she is engaged, I believe. I suppose you wish to hear her rehea.r.s.e?"
"Yes."
"Well, I"m afraid you will have to be content with the promise that she gave to me, that "she would do her best." Depend on it, she will not disappoint any of us to-night. I"ll answer for that."
"But I should like so much to see her. I would like to apologize for my unintentional mistake. Will you take this bouquet to her with my compliments, and ask if I may see her for a few moments?"
"She is in Mrs. Gurney"s at present," said Mr. Sherwood, "but if you will wait here I will step in and see her; but I do not think it will be wise to insist on an interview. My daughter has a temper of her own, and that announcement has provoked her in a way I never saw equalled, so unless she seems perfectly willing to see you, she should be let alone, until after the concert any way."
Mr. Sherwood was soon in the next hall inquiring for his daughter, and she came down the stairs behind Mrs. Gurney, who also stopped to speak to her next-door neighbor.
"Dexie," said Mr. Sherwood, "Mr. Ross sends his compliments with this bouquet, and wishes to know if you will see him and allow him to explain, or apologize, whichever you choose to call it," and he handed her the fragrant flowers.
Instantly they were flung to the end of the hall, and an angry flush rose in her cheeks as she exclaimed, hotly:
"Tell Mr. Ross that I--"
"Dexie, my dear, your promise," came the quiet words from Mrs. Gurney.
"Oh! do forgive me, this once more, Mrs. Gurney," and Dexie rushed after the ill-used flowers; then, in a changed voice, gave the message:
"Tell Mr. Ross that I appreciate his compliments--oh! highly," and she made a grimace, "also his flowers. They smell nice--what is left of them; but I--oh, papa!--I can"t see him. Must I go and hear him talk when the very thought of him makes me angry? Make him go away and leave me. I have promised to do the best I can to-night. What more can he ask?"
"You need not see him unless you choose; I will take him your excuses," and he left the house, and returned to Mr. Ross.
"I have brought her excuses in place of herself, and you must rest content with that, Mr. Ross. I think it will not be best to risk the chance of a second refusal, and but for Mrs. Gurney"s interference I would have had to bring it, I fear. Let it pa.s.s till some other time and take no notice of any coolness she may show to-night, for that public announcement has cut her deeply."
"I am grieved to hear it, Mr. Sherwood; I will endeavor to atone for it at some future time," and with a few parting words he left the house. Very pretty was the picture that the young girls made, as they fluttered about the rooms helping each other to put the finishing touches to their toilets.
Gussie"s pink and white complexion looked lovelier than ever when set off with a suit in which pale blue and white lace formed the chief parts. Dexie seemed like a gleam of summer sunshine as she fluttered here and there; her pretty suit had been draped with some gauzy material, that glistened and sparkled as the light fell through its folds. The long sleeves had been replaced by short lace ones, trimmed to match the pretty lace bertha, and the long handsome gloves quite completed her costume.
"There, I believe we are all ready at last," said Dexie, as she picked up her neglected flowers. "Let me fasten this cl.u.s.ter of rosebuds in your belt, Cora, as the finishing touch; then I will make a _boutonniere_ for Lancy"s coat."
"Why, Dexie, you are spoiling your bouquet!" and Cora seized her hand. "I cannot rob you of your flowers."
"But you will take them as a gift, Cora, since they are so beautiful. It would be a pity not to use them. I do not intend to carry them, for I want no flowers from Mr. Ross."
"But perhaps Mr. Ross will not be pleased if you give your flowers away,"
said Gussie, holding her own bouquet daintily to her nose.
"I fancy that his pleasure or displeasure will not affect me," and an angry gleam brightened her eyes. "I merely accepted them as a peace-offering which binds me for this night only. If the flowers help to make someone else entrancing, they will fulfil their mission as well as if I carried them."
"Well, if we are all ready let us go down and show ourselves to our private families before we try to charm the eyes and ears of the public," said Cora. "Your parents are in the parlor, Dexie; go and make your best bow, before you put on your wraps; Gussie, do likewise," and Cora gave a sweeping look over their figures. "Why, Dexie!" she added, "are you not going to wear any jewelry after all?" and she pointed to the case she had opened for Dexie"s selection.
"Please, if you don"t mind, I would rather not. I feel dressed enough."
"So you are, Dexie," Lancy exclaimed, coming to the door at this moment.
"Flashing jewels could not improve you, for you look stunning already. But the horses are waiting in the cold, while you girls are admiring yourselves."
With that they ran down the stairs, all except Dexie, who turned to the dressing-table in search of a pin, and as they left the room Lancy came hastily towards her.
"Oh! is it you, Lancy? I have saved some flowers for you. Shall I pin them on?"