"Then I will no longer strain my patience," cried the Prince in a warm voice. "Dearest Countess, I am at your feet."
And so he was, for he went right down on his knees in the bottom of the boat, kneeling on my dress so that I couldn"t have stirred an inch if I"d wanted to, which I didn"t; for I meant to accept him. He had had only my right hand, but now he seized the left, too, and began to kiss, first one, and then the other, as if I"d been a queen.
This was the first time a man had ever gone down on his knees to me, for the Prince is the only foreign gentleman I ever knew, and Mr. Kidder proposed in a buggy. Afraid as I was of a collision, I was enjoying myself very much, when suddenly a horrid thing happened. A great white light pounced upon us like a hawk on a chicken, and focussed on us as if we were a tableau. It was so bright, shining all over us and into our eyes, that it made everything else except just the Prince and me, and our boat, look black, as if it were raining ink. And we were so taken aback with surprise, that for an instant or two we kept our position exactly as if we were sitting for our photographs, the Prince kneeling at my feet and kissing my hands, I bending down my face over his head.
I never experienced such a moment in my life, and the thought flashed into my head that it was Simon"s ghost come to forbid my second marriage. This idea was so frightful, that it was actually a relief to hear a vulgar shout of laughter coming from the other end of the light, wherever that was.
The Prince recovered before I did, and jerked himself up to a sitting posture on the seat, exclaiming something in German, which I am afraid was swearing.
[Ill.u.s.tration: _A great white light pounced upon us like a hawk on a chicken_]
"Those Italian ruffians of the _douane_, with their disgusting search-light!" he sputtered in English when he was recovering himself a little. "But do not derange yourself, Countess. They have seen that we are not smugglers, which is one advantage, because they will not trouble us any more."
All this time the light was in our faces, and the hateful customs people could see every feature, down to the shortest eyelash. When they did turn the horrid white stream in another direction, I felt as weak as if the search-light had been a stream of cold water.
I tried not to be hysterical, but I couldn"t help crying and laughing alternately, especially when the Prince would have taken my hands and begun all over again.
""Ware the light!" I gasped, as nervous as a cat that hears a mouse in the wall. And though I really did want the Prince to propose to me, and was anxious to say that I would be his princess, in the circ.u.mstances I was as thankful as I was astonished to hear Beechy"s voice calling to me across the water.
In five minutes more a row-boat containing all the members of our party came alongside, and the lights in our bow and theirs showed us their faces, though the moon was still hiding her face in her hands with a pair of black gloves on.
"We _thought_ you"d gone down to the lake," said Beechy, "so I persuaded the others to come too; but we never dreamed you were in a motor-boat, or whereabouts you were, till we _saw_ you."
I felt myself get as red as fire; though, when one comes to think of it, I am my own mistress, and Beechy can"t keep me from doing anything that I"ve made up my mind to do.
"This boat belongs to a friend of the Prince"s," I explained. "We were trying it when it broke down, and he has been examining the motor."
"So I noticed," remarked Beechy. "I guess you"re a little near-sighted, aren"t you, Prince?"
He did not answer her, but explained to Mr. Barrymore the cause of the accident, and asked to be towed into harbour.
Of course, my evening was spoiled. I tried to laugh it off and say how Providential it was they had come to our rescue; but though I kept telling myself every minute that there was no need for me to mind Beechy, I dreaded meeting her alone. However, the evil moment wouldn"t be put off forever, and she came along the balcony from her window to mine when I had shut myself up in my bedroom.
I expected her to fly out at me, but her manner was the same as usual.
"Want me to undo your frock behind, Mamma?" she asked.
Then, when she had got me half unhooked: "Tell me what the Prince said when he proposed."
"He didn"t propose," said I.
"If he didn"t I shall ask Sir Ralph to call him out. He"d no business kissing your hands unless he"d proposed."
I was surprised at this att.i.tude. But it made me feel confidential. "He hadn"t had a chance," I volunteered. "He was just going to, when the search-light--"
"--Searched. Lucky for you the interruption came at the right moment."
"Why? I thought--"
"Because it saved you the pain of refusing him."
"But, Beechy darling, I don"t think I was going to refuse him."
"Don"t you? Well, I do. I"m sure of it."
"Dearest, if you wouldn"t look at me in that square-chinned way! It"s so like your poor Papa."
"I"m Papa"s daughter. But I don"t intend to be Prince Dalmar-Kalm"s step-daughter."
I began to cry a little. "Why do you always try to thwart me when I want to be happy?" I asked.
"That isn"t fair to say. Look at my short dress and my hair in pigtails.
There"s proof enough of what I"m ready to do to make you happy. I let you be a Countess, and you may be a Princess if you can _buy_ the t.i.tle, but no Princes on this ranch!"
My blood was up, and I determined to fight. "Beechy," I exclaimed. "I guess I"ve a right to do as I like, and I _will_. It"s for your good as well as mine, for me to marry a t.i.tle, and I"m _going_ to. I shall say "yes" when the Prince proposes."
"He won"t propose," said she, suddenly as cool as if she had been in a refrigerator.
"He will, the minute I give him the opportunity, and I shall to-morrow; I don"t care what you do."
"I bet he won"t. I"ll bet you a good deal. Anything you like, except the long dress I"ve got in my trunk, and the package of hairpins in my grip."
"What makes you think he won"t?" I asked, worried by her manner, which was odd.
"I know he won"t."
"You know the Prince will never propose to me?"
She nodded.
I flew at her, and took her by the shoulders, as if she"d been seven instead of--her present age.
"You cruel girl!" I exclaimed. "You"re going to tell him how old I am, and--and a lot of hateful things."
"No, I"m not, and for a good reason. It wouldn"t change his mind. So long as your banking account"s all right, he wouldn"t care if you were Methusaleh. I shan"t tell him anything about you. I shan"t mention your name. But he won"t propose."
"What _are_ you going to do?" I stammered.
"That"s my secret."
"Oh, you have got something in your head?"
She nodded again. "And up my sleeve."
"You will poison his mind."
"No, I won"t. I shall only--play dolls."