Nell put the cushion down reluctantly.
"It"s a mean shame; you know I can"t fight now."
"Though you have your war paint on," said Falconer, looking at her with a half-sad, half-proud admiration and affection.
"It"s not much of a war paint," said Nell, but contentedly enough. "It"s the dress I made for a party at Wolfer House--d.i.c.k, you know that the Wolfers have had to go? Lord Wolfer"s brother was ill. I am so sorry!
She would have made me feel less nervous, and rather braver. Yes, I"m sorry! It"s an old dress, and I"m afraid Drake"s jewels must feel quite ashamed of it," and she glanced at the pearls which he had given her a day or two ago, and which gleamed softly on her white, girlish neck and arms.
"You hear her complaining, Falconer!" said d.i.c.k, with mock sternness and reproval. "You"d find it hard to believe that I offered to remain at home and pop my dress suit, that she might buy herself fitting raiment for this show. Oh, worse than a serpent"s tooth, it is to have an ungrateful sister!"
"I thought it was a new dress," remarked Falconer, still eying it and the wearer intently.
Nell shook her head, coloring a little, as she said:
"No; I wanted to wear this one. I didn"t want to appear in a grand frock as if I were a fashionable lady."
"Fine feathers do not always make a fine lady," observed d.i.c.k, addressing the ceiling. "No one would mistake you for anything but--what you are, a simple ch-e-ild of Nachure."
"Don"t tease her, d.i.c.k," remonstrated Falconer; but Nell laughed with enjoyment.
"I don"t mind in the least, Mr. Falconer. It"s quite true, too; my plain frock is more suitable than anything Worth could turn out."
"My dear Falconer, I"m sorry to see you so easily imposed on. Don"t you see that she"s as vain as a peac.o.c.k, and that she"s only playing at the humble and meek? Besides, I expect that idiot Drake--who slipped out just as we came down--he"ll be late for dinner if he doesn"t mind!--has been telling her that she looks rather pretty----"
Nell blushed, for Drake had indeed told her that she looked more than pretty.
"And, of course, she believes him. She"d believe him if he told her that the moon was made of green cheese. Put that cushion down, my child, or it will be worse for you. And I hope you will behave yourself properly to-night. Remember that the brother who has brought you up with such anxious care will be present, to say nothing of the friend to whose culture and refined example you owe so much. Don"t forget that it is bad manners to put your knife in your mouth, or to laugh too loudly.
Remember we shall be watching you closely and anxiously."
"It is time we started," said Falconer. "Let me put that shawl more closely round you, Miss Lorton. It"s a fine night, but one cannot be too careful."
It was so fine that they had decided to walk the short distance to the Hall; and they set out, Falconer with his precious violin in its case under his arm, and d.i.c.k smoking a cigarette. They were all rather silent as they approached the great house, and d.i.c.k, looking up at it, said with a gravity unusual with him:
"It"s hard to realize that you are going to be the mistress of this huge place, Nell."
Nell made no response; but she, too, looked up at the house with the same thought.
Indeed, it was hard to realize. But the next moment Drake came out to meet them, and took her upon his arm, with a whispered word of loving greeting for her, and a warm welcome to the two men.
"I needn"t say how glad I am to see you, Falconer," he said, "or how delighted the countess and the rest of them will be. You must be prepared for a little hero worship, I"m afraid, for the countess has been diligent in spreading the story of your pluck."
As he lovingly took off Nell"s shawl, he whispered:
"Dearest, how sweet and beautiful you look! If you knew how proud I am--how proud and happy!"
Then he led them into the drawing-room. A number of guests had already arrived, and as the countess came forward and kissed Nell, they looked at her with a keen curiosity, though it was politely veiled.
Nell was a little pale as the countess introduced her to one after another of the county people; but Drake stood near her; and everybody, prepossessed by her youth, and the girlish dignity and modesty which characterized her, was very kind and pleasant; and soon the threatened fit of shyness pa.s.sed off, and she felt at her ease.
The room, large as it was, got rather crowded. Guests were still arriving. Some of the women were magnificently dressed in honor of the occasion, but Nell"s simple frock distinguished her, as the plain evening dress of the American amba.s.sador is said to distinguish him among the rich uniforms and glittering orders of the queen"s levee; and the women recognized and approved her good taste in appearing so simply dressed.
"She is sweetly pretty," murmured the local d.u.c.h.ess to Lady Northgate.
"I don"t wonder at Lord Angleford"s losing his heart. Half the men in the room would fall in love with her if she were free. And I like that quiet, reticent manner of hers; not a bit shy, but dignified and yet girlish. Yes, Lord Angleford is to be congratulated."
"So he would be if she were not half so pretty," said Lady Northgate; "for he is evidently too happy for words. See how he looks at her!"
"Who is that bright-looking young fellow?" asked the d.u.c.h.ess, putting up her pince-nez at d.i.c.k.
"That is her brother. Isn"t he like her? They are devoted to each other; and that is Mr. Falconer, the great violinist. Of course, you"ve heard the story----"
"Oh, dear, yes," said the d.u.c.h.ess. "And I want to congratulate him. I wish you"d bring the boy to me, dear."
Lady Northgate went after him, but at that moment a young lady with laughing eyes came into the room, and d.i.c.k started and actually blushed.
Drake, who was standing near him, laughed at his confusion.
"An old friend of yours, I think, d.i.c.k, eh? Miss Angel. She"s stopping in the house; came to-day. If you"re good, you shall take her in to dinner."
"I"ll be what she is by name, if I may!" said d.i.c.k, eagerly. "I"ll go and tell her so," and he made his way through the crowd to her.
"Afraid you"ve forgotten me, Miss Angel," he said. "Hop at the Maltbys", you know!"
Her eyes danced more merrily, but she surveyed him demurely for a moment, as if trying to recall him, then she said:
"Oh, yes; the gentleman who was so very--very cool; I was going to say impudent; pretty Miss Lorton"s brother."
"You might have said Miss Lorton"s pretty brother!" retorted d.i.c.k reproachfully. "But you"ll have time to say it later on, for I"m going to take you in to dinner."
""Going to have the honor" of taking me in to dinner, you mean!" she said, with mock hauteur.
"No; "pleasure" is the word," said the unabashed d.i.c.k. "I say, how delighted I am to see you here----"
"Thank you."
"Because I know so very few of this mob."
"Oh, I see. I"ll recall my thanks, please."
d.i.c.k grinned.
"I thought you were rather too previous with your grat.i.tude. But isn"t it jolly being here together!"
"Is that a question or an a.s.sertion? Because, if it"s the former, I beg leave to announce that I see no reason for any great delight on my part."
"Oh, come now! You think! You can resume the lesson on manners you commenced at the Maltbys". I want it badly; for I have been among a rough set lately. I"m a British workingman, you know--engineer. Come into this corner, and I"ll tell you all about it."
"I don"t know that I want to hear," she retorted. "But, oh, well, I"ll come after I"ve spoken to your sister. How lovely she looks to-night! If I were a man, I should envy Lord Angleford."