"Well, in other words, then, are you engaged, betrothed, plighted, promised, bespoke----"
Patty burst out laughing. "I"m not any of those things," she said, "but, if ever I am, I shall be bespoke. I think that"s the loveliest word! Fancy being anybody"s Bespoke!"
"Of course, it"s up to me to give you an immediate opportunity," said Cameron, sighing. "But somehow I don"t quite dare bespeak you on such short acquaintance."
"Faint heart----"
"Oh, it isn"t that! I"m brave enough. But I"m an awfully punctilious man. If I were going to bespeak you, now, I should think it my duty to go first to your father and correctly ask his permission to pay my addresses to his daughter."
"Good gracious! How do you pay addresses? I never had an address paid to me in my life."
"Shall I show you how?" And Cameron jumped up and fell on one knee before Patty, with a comical expression of a make-believe love-sick swain.
Patty dearly loved fooling, and she smiled back at him roguishly, and just at that moment Philip Van Reypen came into the room.
In the dim half-light he descried Patty on the divan and Cameron kneeling before her, and, as Mr. Van Reypen was blessed with a quick temper, he felt a sudden desire to choke the talented Mr. Cameron.
"Patty!" Philip exclaimed, angrily.
"Yes, Philip," said Patty, in a voice of sweet humility.
"Come with me," was the stern command.
"Yes, Philip," and Patty arose and walked away with Van Reypen, leaving Kit Cameron still on his knee.
"Well, I"ll be hammered!" that gentleman remarked, as he rose slowly and deliberately dusted off his knee with his handkerchief; "that girl is a wonder! She"s full of the d.i.c.kens, but she"s as sweet as a peach.
I always did like blondes best, whether she believes it or not. But if I hadn"t, I should now. There"s only one girl in the world for me. I wonder if she is mixed up with that Van Reypen chap. He had a most proprietary manner, but all the same, that little witch is quite capable of scooting off like that, just to tease me. Oh, I"ll play her own game and meet her on her own ground. Little Poppycheek!" With a nonchalant air, Mr. Cameron sauntered back to the music-room, and seated himself beside Miss Curtiss, with whom he struck up an animated conversation, not so much as glancing at Patty.
Patty observed this from the corner of her eye, and she nodded her head in approval.
"He"s worth knowing," she thought; "I"ll have a lot of fun with him."
The programme was almost over, but Kit was to play once again. With Marie, he played a fine selection, and then, as he was tumultuously encored, he went back to the platform alone. Without accompaniment he played the little song, "Beware," that Patty had sung, and, improvising, he made a fantasia of the air. He was clever as well as skilled, and he turned the simple little melody into thrilling, rollicking music with trills and roulades until the original theme was almost lost sight of, only to crop up again with new intensity.
Patty listened, enthralled. She loved this sort of thing, and she knew he was playing to her and for her. The strains would be now softly romantic, now grandly triumphant, but ever recurring to the main motive, until one seemed fairly to see the fickle maiden of the song.
When it was ended, the room rang with applause. Cameron bowed simply, and laying aside his violin, went straight to Patty and sat down by her, coolly appropriating the chair which his cousin Marie had just left.
"I made that for you," he said, simply. "Did you like it?"
"Like it!" exclaimed Patty, her blue eyes dancing; "I revelled in it!
It was wonderful! Was it really impromptu?"
"Of course. It was nothing. Any one can play variations on an old song."
"Variations nothing!" remarked Patty. "It was a work,--a chef d"oeuvre,--an opus!"
"Yes; Opus One of my new cycle." "What are you two talking about?" said Marie, returning. "Have you found your girl, Kit? What do you think, Patty?--Kit"s crazy over a black-eyed girl whom he doesn"t know!"
"Is he?" said Patty, dropping her eyes demurely.
"I found My Girl, Marie," Cameron announced, calmly; "I find I made a trifling mistake about her colouring, but that"s a mere detail. As it turns out, the lady of my quest is Miss Fairfield."
"Good gracious, are you, Patty?" said Marie, impetuously; "are you Kit"s girl?"
"Yes; I am," and Patty folded her hands with a ridiculous air of complacency.
"Patty!" growled Van Reypen, who was sitting behind her.
"Yes, Philip," said Patty, sweetly, turning partly round.
"Behave yourself!"
"I am behaving, Philip," and Patty looked very meek.
"Of course you are," said Marie; "you"re behaving beautifully. And you look like an angel, and you sang like a lark, and if you"re Kit"s Girl, I"m glad of it. Now come on, everybody"s going to supper."
"You come along with me," said Philip Van Reypen, as he took Patty by the arm.
"Why?" And Patty looked a little defiant at this command.
"Because I want you to. And I want you to stop making up to that Cameron man."
"I"m not, Philip; he"s making up to me."
"Well, he"d better stop it! What was he doing on his knees before you in the library?"
"I don"t remember," said Patty, innocently. "Oh, yes, he was telling me my cheeks were red, or some foolishness like that."
"And your eyes were blue, I suppose, and your hair was yellow! Didn"t you know all those things before?"
"Why, Philip, how cross you are! Yes, I"ve known those things for nineteen years. It"s no surprise to me."
"Patty, I"d like to shake you! Do you know what you are? You"re just a little, vain, silly, babbling coquette!"
"I think that"s a lovely thing to be! Do you want me to babble to you, Philip, or shall I go and babble to somebody else?"
"Don"t babble at all. Here"s a chair. You sit right down here, and eat your supper. Here"s another chair. You lay your shawl and bonnet on that, to keep it for me, and I"ll go and forage for some food."
Patty laid her scarf and fan on the chair to reserve it for Philip, but she was not unduly surprised when Mr. Cameron came along, picked up her belongings, and seated himself in the chair.
"That"s Mr. Van Reypen"s chair," said Patty; "if he finds you there, he"ll gently but firmly kill you."
"I know it," said Kit, placidly; "but a Knight is always willing to brave death for his Lady."
"But I don"t want you killed," said Patty, looking sad, "I wouldn"t have anybody to telephone to."
"If I run away then, to save my life, will you telephone me to-night?"