But the supreme question of the selfish heart is, "What do I want _now?_"
Gregory wished to satisfy himself and Miss Walton that she had no grounds for claiming any special superiority over him, and he turned on his heel and went back to the house to carry out his purpose. Nature, purified and beautiful by reason of its recent baptism from heaven, had no attractions for him. Gems of moisture sparkled unseen. He was planning and scheming to turn her head with vanity, make her quiet life of ministry to others odious, and draw her into a fashionable flirtation.
Annie did not appear until the supper-bell summoned her, and then said, "Mr. Gregory, I hope you will not think it rude if father and I leave you to your books and Aunt Eulie"s care this evening. It is our church prayer-meeting night, and father never likes to be absent."
"I shall miss you beyond measure. The evening will seem an age."
Something in his tone caused her to give him a quick glance, but she only said, with a smile, "You are very polite to say so, but I imagine the last magazine will be a good subst.i.tute."
"I doubt whether there is a subst.i.tute for you, Miss Walton. I am coming to believe that your absence would make that vacuum which nature so dreads. You shall see how good I will be this evening, and you shall read me everything you please, even to that "Ancient Ecclesiastical History." If you will only stay I will be your slave; and you shall rule me with a rod of iron or draw me with the silken cords of kindness, according to your mood."
"It is not well to have too many moods, Mr. Gregory," said Annie, quietly. "In reply to all your alluring reasons for staying at home I have only to say that I have promised father to go with him; besides, I think it is my duty to go."
""Duty" is a harsh, troublesome word to be always quoting. It is a kind of strait-jacket which we poor moral lunatics are compelled to wear."
""Duty" seems to me a good solid road on which one may travel safely.
One never knows where the side paths lead: into the brambles or a mora.s.s like enough."
"Indeed, Miss Walton, such austerity is not becoming to your youth and beauty."
"What am I to think of your sincerity when you speak of my beauty, Mr.
Gregory?"
"Beauty is a question of taste," answered Gregory, gallantly. "It is settled by no rigid rules or principles, but by the eyes of the observer."
"Oh! I understand now. My beauty this evening is the result of your bad taste."
"Calling it "bad" does not make it so. Well, since you will not remain at home with me, will you not let me go with you to the prayer-meeting?
If I"m ever to join your church, it is time I entered on the initiating mysteries."
"I think a book will do you more good in your present mood."
"What a low estimate you make of the "means of grace"! Why, certain of your own poets have said, "And fools who came to scoff remained to pray.""
"The quotation does not apply to you, Mr. Gregory. For, even if you can doubt the power and truth of Christianity, the memory of your childhood will prevent you from scoffing at it."
A sudden shadow came across his face, but after a moment he said, in his old tones:
"Will you not let me go to the prayer-meeting?"
"Father will be glad to have you go with us, if you think it prudent to venture out in the night air."
"Prudence to the dogs! What is the use of living if we cannot do as we please? But will _you_ be glad to have me go?"
"That depends upon your motives."
"If I should confess you wouldn"t let me go," he replied with a bow.
"But I will try to be as good as possible, just to reward your kindness."
The rest of the family now joined them in the supper-room, and during the meal Walter exerted himself to show how entertaining he could be if he chose. Anecdotes, incidents of travel, graphic sketches of society, and sallies of wit, made an hour pa.s.s before any one was aware.
Even the children listened with wondering eyes, and Mr. Walton and Miss Eulie were delighted with the vivacity of their guest. Annie apparently had no reason to complain of him, for his whole manner toward her during the hour was that of delicately sustained compliment. When she spoke he listened with deference, and her words usually had point and meaning. He also gave to her remarks the best interpretation of which they were capable, and by skilfully drawing her out made her surpa.s.s even herself, so that Miss Eulie said, "Why, Annie, there surely is some witchcraft about. You and Mr. Gregory are as brilliant as fireworks."
"It"s all Miss Walton"s work, I a.s.sure you," said Gregory. "As Pat declared, "I"m not meself any more," and shall surprise you, sir, by asking if I may go to the prayer-meeting. Miss Walton says I can if I will behave myself. The last time I went to the old place I made faces at the girls. I suppose that would be wrong."
"That is the sin of our age--making faces," said Annie. "Many have two, and some can make for themselves even more."
"Now that was a barbed arrow," said Gregory, looking at her keenly.
"Did you let it fly at a venture?"
"Bless me!" said Mr. Walton, rising hastily, "we should have been on the road a quarter of an hour ago. You mustn"t be so entertaining another prayer-meeting night, Mr. Gregory. Of course we shall be glad to have you accompany us if you feel well enough. I give you both but five minutes before joining me at the wagon."
Walter again mounted the stairs with something of his old buoyancy, and Annie followed, looking curiously after him.
It was not in human nature to be indifferent to that most skilful flattery which can be addressed to woman--the recognition of her cleverness, and the enhancing of it by adroit and suggestive questions--and yet all his manner was tinged by a certain insincere gallantry, rather than by a manly, honest respect. She vaguely felt this, though she could not distinctly point it out. He puzzled her.
What did he mean, and at what was he aiming?
CHAPTER XI
A DRINKING-SONG AT A PRAYER-MEETING
Having failed in his attempt to induce Annie to remain at home, Gregory resolved that the prayer-meeting should not be one of quiet devotion.
Mr. Walton made him, as an invalid, take the back seat with Annie, while he sat with the driver, and Gregory, after a faint show of resistance, gladly complied.
"It"s chilly. Won"t you give me half of your shawl?" he said to her.
"You may have it all," she replied, about to take it off.
"No, I"ll freeze first. Do the brethren and sisters sit together?"
"No," she answered, laughing, "we have got in the queer way of dividing the room between us, and the few men who attend sit on one side and we on the other."
"Oh, it"s almost a female prayer-meeting then. Do the sisters pray?"
"Mr. Gregory, you are not a stranger here that you need pretend to such ignorance. I think the meeting is conducted very much as when you were a boy."
"With this most interesting difference, that you will be there and will sing, I hope. Miss Walton, where did you learn to sing?"
"Mainly at home."
"I should think so. Your voice is as unlike that of a public singer as you are unlike the singer herself."
"It must seem very tame to you."