"What?"
"Nothing. It"s lovely to be back again; but sometimes one feels a little lonely when people are all talking together, and going off into little groups. In Calcutta it was different, for we knew every one, and every one knew us. Is one _always_ disappointed, I wonder, when a thing happens which one had longed for, for years and years? I don"t know what I want, but I want _something_!" cried Peggy drearily, and pressed her hands to her brow, while her friend looked on with sympathetic gaze.
"It"s tea!" she declared oracularly. "It is five o"clock, and you know, Peggy, you always did get melancholy if tea was later than usual. Let us go downstairs and order it at once."
Peggy slid her hand in her friend"s arm with a soft explosion of laughter.
"So we will," she said cheerily. "It"s a capital explanation. Tea!
Oh, you sensible old Chubby!"
CHAPTER SEVEN.
Two evenings later Peggy edged her way out of the crowd at Mrs Rollo"s reception, and sat down in a corner with a gasp of relief. Eunice had been correct in prophesying a crush, for the suite of entertaining-rooms seemed a solid block of people, and the babel of voices almost drowned the music, which was being discoursed at intervals by a violinist with a shock head, a Signor with an Italian name and an English face, and a lady with an elaborate coiffure, who, in turn, warbled by herself, and joined in the rendering of impa.s.sioned Italian duets. The accompanist flourished up and down the piano, and the singers held their music at arm"s length, half-acting the words as they alternately frowned and smiled, and having gone their separate ways throughout three whole pages, joined together in a conclusive burst of triumph. The babel of talk went on with even greater energy when the last note had died away, and Peggy pursed up her lips in doubtful compliment.
"_That"s_ over, thank goodness! I don"t know what it was all about, but she said, "Si," "Si," a great many times over, and they seemed happy at the end, so that"s satisfactory. It must be very exhausting to smile so hard, and sing so loudly at the same time, so I hope other people appreciated their efforts more than I did." Peggy sighed, and stifled a yawn. She was feeling just a trifle tired and depressed in spirits, for the day had been a busy one, and the process of dressing for the evening had been delayed by one of those careless tricks for which she was famous. Some trifling alteration having to be made to the belt of her sash, she had taken it in hand herself, and put it--where? That was the question. Nowhere in any of the three bedrooms could that belt be found, and while the brougham waited at the door, and an impatient male tramped up and down, four distracted females rushed to and fro, opening drawers, ransacking wardrobes, and burrowing beneath beds. Mrs Saville grew nervous and hysterical; her husband tugged at his moustache, and vowed his intention of sending away the brougham and spending the evening at home if this sort of "foolishness" went on much longer; and Mellicent was on the point of tears, when at last the missing treasure was discovered, squashed flat beneath a cushion, in company with a magazine, a handkerchief, an odd glove, and several stray needles.
Colonel Saville looked very fierce during the drive which followed. His light eyes sent out little sparks of fire, and the waxed ends of his moustache bristled with anger, while Peggy sat opposite him in a little heap in the corner of the carriage, with her eyebrows peaked into the old eave-like shape, and the corners of her lips drooping pensively downward. The meek little, "Yes, father!" "No, father!" which replied to his strictures, would have melted a heart of stone, and Mellicent was relieved to see the colonel"s frown gradually giving place to the usual good-natured twinkle.
"But you must be more careful, child," he said, "or you and I will quarrel I can"t stand disorderly ways. You ought to have a place for everything."
"I have, father, but it"s generally in the _other_ place!" sighed Peggy plaintively, whereat her father laughed, despite himself, and peace was restored. He was very tender to his little daughter during the hour which followed, as he invariably was after anything had occurred to cause a cloud between them; but though Peggy found no familiar faces in the throng, her parents were fortunate enough to discover several old- time friends, so it came to pa.s.s that she now found herself alone for the moment, and thankfully seized the opportunity of a rest.
Ten minutes earlier one of the younger men to whom she had been introduced had asked to be allowed to pilot her to the refreshment-room, but she had insisted on sending Mellicent in her stead, and now had the pleasure of beholding that young lady standing in a distant corner, enjoying an animated conversation, and looking so fresh and bonnie among the anaemic town-bred girls, that more than one admiring glance was cast in her direction. Peggy"s little face softened into a very sweet expression of tenderness as she watched her friend, and hugged the thought that she had had some part in giving her the pleasure which she was now enjoying. In the pretty white dress, with her hair arranged by Carter"s skilful hands, Mellicent had no cause to be dissatisfied, even in the midst of this fashionable throng, and the natural girlish pleasure in looking her best added zest to the evening"s enjoyment.
Peggy reflected once more that it was more blessed to give than to receive, and sitting perched on the ottoman with her little satin shoes braced against the floor which they barely touched, enjoyed a reflected pleasure in Mellicent"s conversation, blissfully unconscious of the fact that every expression which flittered over her friend"s face was faithfully reflected on her own. The worst of being born a mimic is that on occasions one acts a part without being in the least conscious of so doing, and so while Miss Peggy fondly imagined herself to be wearing an expression of dignified repose, in reality her features were never still for the fraction of a second. Mellicent smiled--she smiled also; Mellicent shook her head--she did the same, until all the little sprays of the white aigrette shook and quivered again; Mellicent appeared to question her companion--Peggy"s eyebrows peaked themselves in an inquiring arch; Mellicent cast down her eyes and modestly studied the carpet--prunes and prisms were reflected on Peggy"s face in an attack of the most virulent description. So it went on for five minutes on end, the little play being hidden from the surrounding gaze by a bank of palms, through the boughs of which the unconscious actress studied her part; but at the end of five minutes something happened which completely altered the current of Peggy"s thoughts. Mellicent"s partner called attention to something at the opposite end of the room, and the girl turning to look at it, her understudy naturally followed her example, and straight-way forgot Mellicent and her doings for the rest of the evening.
Some one was leaning up against the doorway, studying her in his turn, and at sight of him Peggy"s heart gave a wild dance of agitation. The crowds of gaily dressed visitors whizzed round and round like pieces of gla.s.s in the old-fashioned kaleidoscope through which she used to gaze in the vicarage drawing-room; the branches of the palms swayed about in extraordinary fashion, and the face staring into her own grew dim and indistinct. But it _was_ the same face. Oh yes! No one else could possibly possess those deep-set eyes, those rugged features, that heavy lock of hair across the brow. In spite of all reasons to the contrary, it was Rob himself, and the next moment his well-known voice sounded in her ear.
"Mariquita! Little Peggy! Is this really you?"
"Oh, Rob!" cried Peggy faintly, and could find no other word. He had taken the seat beside her, and each gazed into the other"s face with eager eyes, noting the changes which the years had brought to the familiar features. Rob"s skin was burnt brown by the burning sun of the lands through which he had travelled, his forehead showed deeply graven lines, and his cheeks had lost their boyish curve, but the atmosphere of strength and health and honest manliness remained, and exercised the old magnetic influence over his companion. It was like a breath of mountain air coming into the heated room, to see Rob"s face, and hear his hearty voice. Peggy drew a deep sigh of contentment, and smiled a happy greeting.
"It is just as you said it would be, Rob, our meeting like this! How long had you been standing there? Did you recognise me at once? Why are you here at all? I thought you were in the country, and that you hated going out, and would never accept an invitation if you could help it!"
"Circ.u.mstances alter cases! I was at the vicarage the other day when Mellicent"s letter arrived, saying you were to be here to-night, and a sudden temptation seized me to have a look at you, and see what manner of young lady the years had made of Peggy-Pickle. I came up this afternoon, astonished Rosalind by offering to accompany her, and wandered about the room staring curiously at every girl I met. I saw several in pink dresses that might possibly have been you, but if they had, I should have marched straight home without troubling for an introduction. Then I skirmished round to this door, and saw a little head bobbing about in a way that seemed familiar, and--"
"And please," inquired Peggy meekly, "how do you like me, now you have found me? Am I at all what you expected?"
She lifted her face to his in the old mischievous fashion, and Rob studied it with a thoughtful gaze. If she hoped to receive a compliment in reply to her question, she was disappointed. It was not Rob"s way to pay compliments, and there was, if anything, a tinge of sadness in the tone in which he said:
"You have changed! It"s inevitable, I suppose, but I have always thought of you as I saw you last, and don"t seem to recognise the new edition. You have grown-up, but you"ve grown-up very small! There seems less of you than ever. Was the climate too much for you out there? I should have liked to have seen you looking stronger, Peg!"
"Oh, I"m a wiry little person!" said Peggy lightly. "You needn"t be anxious about me;" but she coughed as she spoke, and lay back against the cushions, for really it was rather nice to have Rob anxious about her, and to see the troubled tenderness in his eyes! She fluttered her fan to and fro in a feeble, exhausted fashion, while Rob continued to stare and to frown.
"You look too much like the rest of "em. That"s what I complain of!" he said discontentedly, eyeing the details of her dress, and pointing with a long brown finger to the bracelets on her wrist. "All these fixings- up! Have you grown into a fashionable young lady, by any chance, Mariquita? Are you going to join the social treadmill, and spend your time in a rush after gaiety and enjoyment? or are you the same little girl I used to know, who had an ideal of her own, and wanted to do something grand and n.o.ble with her life? Which of the two is it? I can"t decide!"
"Oh, Rob!" cried Peggy piteously, and clapped her hands together. "Oh, Rob, it"s both! I do want to be good more than anything else in the world. That wish is always there, at the very bottom of my heart, and at any moment, if I were called upon to choose, I would give up anything--anything! to do what was right. But I want to enjoy myself too, and to have some fun, and go about to everything that is going on, and wear pretty clothes, and be--be admired, and praised, and flattered!
There! I couldn"t say so to any one else, but I always did confide in you, Rob; and you won"t be shocked. I seem to have two separate sides, and the worst side is often the strongest. Do you think it is very wrong of me, Rob? I"m so young, you see, so young, and so fond of amus.e.m.e.nt!"
"Poor little Peg!" said Rob tenderly. "Poor little Peg! You were always an honest little soul, and owned up about your failings. Well, there it is, and you must fight it out for yourself. No one can help you in a case like this, and you"ll come out all right in the end, so long as you keep a true heart. I suppose it"s only natural that you should want your fling. Most girls do, and find a mysterious pleasure in gadding about, and dressing themselves up like dolls." He scanned her once again with amused, half-angry admiration. "You are mighty smart, Miss Mariquita--a very fine bird! It must have taken a long time to put on all those feathers. Are those what you call your feet? Have you been going in for the binding system in India, may I ask?"
"What is the matter with my feet?" queried Peggy, in a tone of injury, as she stretched out two satin slippers, which seemed suddenly to become of Liliputian dimensions when contrasted with Rob"s huge square-toed shoes. "They are very useful little feet, and can carry me about just as well as your great ironclads can carry you. You used to say yourself that I walked uncommonly well for a girl."
"I did, and I"m glad to find you have not outgrown the accomplishment.
Do you remember the red Tam o" Shanter, Peggy? I found it on its peg when I went to the vicarage after you had left, and walked off with it in my pocket. There was a hue and cry when its loss was discovered, for it had been kept as a sort of fetish, but I refused to restore it. I"ll give it back to you, though, if you will promise to wear it in the country when I can see you!"
"I will, with pleasure, every single day when it"s not too hot. Dear old Tam! It will remind me of our old times together, when we were so happy, and thought ourselves so miserable, because lessons were hard, or our plans went wrong, or we couldn"t agree. But you and I never quarrelled, Rob, we were always friends, and--"
"Partners!" said Rob softly; and Peggy stared fixedly across the room, and once again the floor described that curious upward tilt, and a kaleidoscope whirl of colour flew past.
CHAPTER EIGHT.
Ten minutes later Peggy emerged from behind the cl.u.s.ter of palm-trees, and laid her hand on Rob"s arm to accompany him to the refreshment-room below.
"You still retain your old weakness for ices, then?" he had asked her, and the "I--do--so!" which came in reply was so emphatic that it evoked a hearty laugh of approval. A group of people standing near at hand turned round to stare with amused curiosity at the tall man and his little partner who were on such good terms with each other, and one or two of the men, recognising Rob, bowed to him with an air of surprise.
Then they pa.s.sed into a second room, and Peggy was instantly aware that something unusual was in the air, for every one seemed flocking together in one corner and listening in charmed silence to the sound of one flute-like voice. Peggy had hardly time to catch the sound of a familiar lisp before there came a quick exclamation of surprise, and a radiant vision, all pink and white and glitter of diamonds, glided forward to meet her.
"It"s Mawiquita! It is! Her own little self! A hundwed welcomes, Peggy! I"ve just returned to town, and was coming to see you to-morrow, the vewy first thing. Lady Norton--evewybody--please excuse me for running away, but Miss Saville is my vewy deawest fwiend, and I have not seen her for four whole years, so I really must take possession of her at once." Rosalind flashed a glance round the group of deserted admirers, and swept along by Peggy"s side, smiling down from her superior alt.i.tude, and indulging in a string of demonstrative welcomes, at which Rob scowled with heavy eyebrows. As for Peggy, she could only stare, and gasp, and stare again, and blink her eyes, to discover if this vision were a veritable piece of flesh and blood, or some beautiful princess out of a fairy-tale, who would suddenly vanish from her sight.
It was one thing to be told that Rosalind was a celebrated beauty, and to summon up her features in cold mental survey; it was another and more impressive experience to see the exquisite colouring of the lovely face, and meet the beguiling glance of the deep blue eyes. Peggy"s heart went out towards the beautiful creature, and she felt a thrill of complacent pride in the knowledge that Rosalind had left her other friends on purpose to enjoy her own society. They sat down in a corner of the refreshment-room and smiled at one another shyly, while Rob went in search of ices, for though there was much to say, it was not easy to know where to begin, and after four years" separation there is a certain constraint between even the oldest of friends.
"So this is why Rob turned up to-night. I might have guessed as much!"
cried Rosalind, laughing. "But really, Peggy, I have been so accustomed to thinking of you in India that I never gwasped the idea that you might be here, till I looked up and saw you walking acwoss the woom with your head in the air, and the old Mawiquita stwide. I can"t tell you how glad I am to see you. You must come and stay with me, dear, and I"ll tell you all my news, and we can go about together. When can you come?
We shall be in town for some weeks yet, so any time that suits you will do for me."
"I"m afraid I can"t make any promises at present, Rosalind, for we are house-hunting, and when we find what we want we shall be busy getting all in order. The only visit I mean to pay this summer is to Mrs Asplin at the vicarage, and I am going there with Mellicent in ten days"
time. Mellicent is here to-night; she is staying with us at the hotel."
"You don"t mean it! Mellicent Asplin here! How extwaordinary it seems!" Rosalind gave a chilly little laugh, and tilted her chin in the air. "You are vewy couwageous, Mawiquita. I should never have dared such an experiment. The Asplins are charming in the country, but they seem out of place in town. And your first season too! What possessed you to saddle yourself with such a hopeless burden as poor fat Mellicent?"
"Poor fat Mellicent is not hopeless at all; she is so much appreciated to-night that I"ve not had a chance of a word with her for the last hour. She is not fat, and looks far too bonnie to deserve any pity; besides, I wanted to see her badly, and didn"t care a bit about her appearance. I love the Asplins, and would do anything I could to give them pleasure. They were unspeakably good to Arthur and to me. I don"t know what we should have done without them all the time we were alone."
Rosalind"s face sobered suddenly, and she gave a struggling sigh.
"You are just the same as ever, I can see, Mawiquita," she said slowly, "not changed a bit. I"m so glad you have come home, for I want to speak to you about--oh, lots of things! You don"t know how often I have thought of you, and said to myself, "I"ll ask Peggy! I"ll see what Peggy says!" I"ve never had a girl fwiend that I cared for so much as you, and I knew you would say just what you thought, however disagweeable it might be. I think it"s vewy bwave to say disagweeable things, because even if people take your advice, they are always cwoss with you for giving it. I like people to like me, so I find out what they want to do, and tell them it is the vewy wisest plan, and they go away more pleased with me than ever; but I knew you wouldn"t do that, unless you were vewy much changed. I wanted you to be the same, Peggy, and I heard some things about you lately which set my mind at rest on that point. You still use big words, I hear, and are vewy, vewy dignified when any one ventures to contwadict you, but not too dignified to pa.s.s your neighbour salt instead of sugar, or to pretend to arrange a fwiend"s sash, and then tie it in such a way that the poor thing dwagged her chair with her when she twied to rise. Not too dignified to play your old twicks still, Peggy Saville."
"Who has been telling tales about me?" cried Peggy wrathfully. "A little bird, indeed! A great big bird, you mean. A big enough bird to have kept his own counsel. It"s a poor thing, if one can"t have a little innocent fun in mid-ocean without having it brought up in judgment against one in a London drawing-room. I"m disgusted with Hector! He might have kept silence out of grat.i.tude, at least. I never took any liberties with him."
"Perhaps he would have liked it better if you had," said Rosalind slyly, and her eyes looked into Peggy"s with a meaning glance. "It"s a good thing I am so fond of you, my dear, or I should have gwown pwetty tired of your name during the last few weeks. It was extraordinary how every conversation with Hector worked wound to Peggy Saville. We could not even ask him to take a second cup of tea without being told how many cups Peggy Saville drank, and what were her views about cweam and sugar.
I used to time him by my watch, and see how long it would be before he managed to intwoduce the subject, and seven and a half minutes was the wecord. The average was five."
"Very gratifying, I"m sure! Pleased to hear he has such good taste,"
laughed Peggy, trying to carry off her embarra.s.sment by carelessness of manner. She was by no means deaf to Rosalind"s insinuation, and the knowledge that haughty Hector had been so favourably impressed by her fascinations could not fail to be agreeable to a girlish heart. Hector prided himself on being the most supercilious of men, and it was a triumph to have roused him out of his usual indifference. The love of power was as strong as ever within Peggy"s heart, and, it pleased her to feel that she could influence this experienced man of the world. There are many ways in which temptation comes to a young girl, and perhaps none more subtle than this, for in the beginning it seems so innocent, yet it leads so often to disastrous results. Peggy would have been horrified if she had been accused of an intention to flirt with Hector Darcy, and, to do her justice, she was entirely innocent of such a wish, but she did distinctly hug the thought that it was "fun" to manage him, and determined in her heart not to throw away the power which she had gained.
At that moment Rob came back with the ices which he had managed to steer safely across the room, and Peggy casting about in her mind for a change of subject, was not at all grateful to Rosalind for repeating her last remarks for her brother"s benefit.
"I am just telling Mawiquita how incessantly Hector has talked about her since his weturn. It seems strange that they should know each other so well. Nearly two months you were together, weren"t you, Peggy? Two months is a long time, especially when you are travelling. It is as good as two years at home. I dare say you feel as if you knew Hector much better than you do Rob, for it is really six years now since you two saw much of each other."