As they pa.s.sed Sam Blaney, Patty noticed that he stood, leaning against the wall, his arms folded, and a strange expression on his face,--half defiant, half afraid.
Farnsworth carried Patty down the stairs and out of the house, and placed her with care, but a bit unceremoniously, in the tonneau of a waiting motor-car. He jumped in beside her, and pulled the lap robe over her. The car started at once, and was well under way by the time Patty found voice enough to express her indignation.
"You--perfectly--horrid--old--thing!" she gasped, almost crying from sheer surprise and anger.
"Yes?" he said, and she detected laughter in his tone, which made her angrier than ever.
"I hate you!" she burst forth.
"Do you, dear?" and Farnsworth rearranged the rug to protect her more fully.
There was such gentleness in his touch, such tenderness in his voice, that Patty"s anger melted to plain curiosity.
"Why did you do that?" she demanded. "Why did you bring me away in such--such caveman fashion?"
Farnsworth smiled. "It was a caveman performance, wasn"t it? But you wouldn"t come willingly."
"Of course I wouldn"t! Why should I?"
"For three very good reasons." Farnsworth spoke, gravely. "First, you were in a place where you didn"t belong. I couldn"t let you remain there."
"It is not your business to say where I belong!"
"I wouldn"t want any one I care for to be in that place."
"Not even Daisy Dow?"
"Certainly not Daisy."
"Oh, not Daisy--of _all_ people! Oh, certainly _not_!"
"Next, you were doing what you ought not to do."
"What!"
"Yes, you were. You danced barefoot before those--those unspeakable fools!"
Patty felt uncomfortable. She hadn"t herself exactly liked the idea of that barefoot dance, and hadn"t told any one she was going to do it.
She had insisted to Mr. Grantham that she preferred to wear sandals.
But he had talked so beautifully of the naturalness of the whole conception, the exquisite appropriateness of unshod feet, and the necessity of her carrying out his design as a whole, that she had yielded.
And now that Bill Farnsworth spoke of it in this rude way, it seemed to divest the dance of all its aesthetic beauty, and make of it a horrid, silly performance.
She tried to speak, tried to reply in indignant or angry vein, but she couldn"t articulate at all. A lump came into her throat, big tears formed in her eyes, and a sob that she tried in vain to suppress shook her whole body.
She felt Farnsworth"s arm go protectingly round her. Not caressingly, but with an a.s.surance of care and a.s.sumption of responsibility.
Then, he pulled off the glove from his other hand with his teeth, and after a dive into a pocket, produced and shook out a big, white, comforting square of soft linen, and Patty gratefully buried her face in it.
CHAPTER XV
THE CHRISTMAS PARTY
"Much obliged, Billee," Patty said, at last, as she handed back a somewhat damp handkerchief, and Farnsworth stuffed it in his pocket.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Where do you want to go?"
"Back where you brought me from, please."
"Well, you can"t go there. Will you go home, or to the Farringtons"?"
A quick side glance at the stern face beside her showed Patty that there was no chance of her going back to the Blaneys", so she said, with great dignity, "I"ll go to Elise"s, then. But I want you to understand that I resent your treatment, that I detest you for using your strength to interfere with my pleasure, and that I absolutely sever all friendship or acquaintance with you, now and forever!"
"Bad as that? Well, well, you _must_ be annoyed."
"Annoyed! _annoyed_! why, I----"
"There now, Posy Face, quiet down a bit, we"re almost at the house.
You don"t want to go in looking like a--a weeping willow! You"ll spoil the effect of that red frock, if your eyes are red, too, and your cheeks all tear-stained. Here, have a fresh handkerchief."
Farnsworth produced another big white linen affair, and unfolding it with a flourish, held it up to Patty"s face.
"I never saw anybody have so many clean handkerchiefs! Do you carry a dozen?"
"Always glad to help ladies in distress. Are you often so lachrymose?"
"Oh Little Billee, _don"t_ be so everlasting good-natured, when I feel so cross. _Why_ did you bring me away from that place, when I was having such a good time? And the best part was just about to begin!"
"Now, Patty, listen--while the listening"s good. Here we are at Elise"s; I want you to go in, gay and smiling, and not cause any curious comment. So let the Blaney discussion wait, and I"ll tell you all about it, first chance we get. You don"t want everybody to know that you left the Cosmic Club a--er,--a bit unintentionally, do you?
Then, forget it, for the moment, and put on a Merry Christmas manner.
You"ll be glad you did, afterward."
Farnsworth"s talk was sound sense, and Patty knew it. She already felt a little relieved at getting away from Sam Blaney and back with her own crowd. So she shook off her petulance and her anger, and when she entered the Farringtons" drawing-room, no smile that greeted her was brighter than her own in response.
"Why, Pattibelle," cried Chick Channing, "welcome home! I feared we had lost you to the high-geared Highbrows. Merry Christmas and many of "em! Come sit by my side, little darling----"
"No, come sit by us," insisted Elise, from the other side of the room.
"You"re a dear, to come so early, Patty. How did it happen?"
"Oh, I just _couldn"t_ stay there any longer," said Patty, very truthfully. "Am I in time for the Christmas tree?"
"Indeed you are," returned Elise; "also for the feast and the dancing and the Mistletoe Bough."
"Good!" and Patty joined the laughing group, of which she immediately became the centre. Her red velvet gown, though unusual, was not so eccentric as to appear peculiar in this setting, and the girls began to express admiration.