"I should say _not_. She"s written Miss Hammond that I"m not to receive callers without permission, and that all suspicious mail is to be opened."
"How outrageous! You tell Captain Phipps to send his letters to me; I"ll get them to you. They"ll never suspect my fine Italian hand, with my name and address on the envelope."
Eleanor looked at her older cousin dubiously. "I hate to do underhand things like that!" she said crossly.
"You wouldn"t have to if they treated you decently. Opening your letters!
The idea! I wouldn"t stand for it. I"d show them a thing or two."
Eleanor stood listlessly b.u.t.toning her glove, pondering what Rose was saying.
"I wonder if I could get word to the Captain to-night?" she said. "Shall I really tell him to send the letters to you?"
"No; tell him to bring them. I"m crazy to see what his nibs looks like."
"He looks like that picture of Richard Mansfield downstairs--the one taken as _Beau Brummel_. He"s the most fastidious man you ever saw, and too subtle for words."
"He"s terribly rich, isn"t he?"
"I don"t know," said Eleanor indifferently. "His father is a Chicago manufacturer of some kind. Does Papa Claude think he is _very_ talented?"
"Talented! He says he"s one of the most gifted young men he ever met.
They are hatching out some marvelous schemes to write a play together.
Papa Claude is treading on air."
"Bless his heart! Wouldn"t it be too wonderful, Rose, if Captain Phipps should produce one of his plays? He"s crazy about him."
"You mean he"s crazy about you."
"Who said so?"
"I don"t have to be told. How about you, Nell? Are you in love with him?"
Eleanor, taking a farewell look in the mirror, saw a tiny frown gather between her eyebrows. It was the second time that week she had been asked the question, and, as before, she avoided it.
"Listen!" she said. "Who is that talking so loud downstairs?"
Investigation proved that it was Ca.s.s and Quin in hot dispute, as usual.
On seeing her descend the stair the latter promptly stepped forward.
"Ca.s.s is going to let me take you home, Miss Bartlett."
"I never said I would," Ca.s.s contradicted him. "I"m not going to get her into trouble the night before she goes away."
"That"s for her to decide," said Quin. "If she says I can go I"m going."
The very novelty of being called upon to decide anything for herself, augmented perhaps by the ardent desire in his eyes, caused Eleanor to tip the scales in his favor.
"I don"t mind his taking me home," she said somewhat condescendingly.
"They"ll think it"s Ca.s.s."
"All buck privates look alike to them," added Rose, laughing.
"My private days are over," said Quin grandly. "This time next week I"ll be out of my uniform."
"You won"t be half so good-looking," said Eleanor, surveying him with such evident approval that he had a wild idea of reenlisting at once.
"Tell Papa Claude I couldn"t wait for him any longer," Eleanor then said.
"Kiss him good-by for me, Rose, and tell him I"ll write the minute I get to Baltimore."
Then Ca.s.s kissed her, and Rose and the baby kissed her, and Myrna came downstairs to kiss her, and Edwin was called up from the bas.e.m.e.nt to kiss her. It seemed the easiest and most natural thing in the world for everybody to kiss her but Quin, who would have given all he had for the privilege.
At last he found himself alone with her in the street, trying to catch step and wondering whether or not it was proper to take hold of a young lady"s elbow. With commendable self-restraint he compromised on street crossings and muddy places. It was not quite dark yet, but it was going to be very soon, and a big pale moon was hiding behind a tall chimney, waiting for a chance to pounce out on unwary young couples who might be venturing abroad.
As they started across Central Park, an open square in the heart of the city, Eleanor stopped short, and with eyes fixed on the sky began incanting:
"Star light, star bright Very first star I see to-night Wish I may, wish I might-- May these three wishes come true before to-morrow night."
"I haven"t got three wishes," said Quin solemnly; "I"ve only got one."
"Mercy, I have dozens! Shall I lend you some?"
"No! mine"s bigger than all yours put together."
She flashed a look at him from under her tilted hat-brim:
"What on earth"s the matter with you? You look so solemn. I don"t believe you wanted to bring me home, after all."
Quin didn"t know what was the matter with him. Heretofore he had fallen in love as a pebble falls into a pond. There had been a delicious splash, and subsequent encircling ripples, each one further away than the last.
But this time the pebble had fallen into a whirlpool, and was being turned and tossed and played with in a manner wholly bewildering.
"Oh, I wanted to come, all right," he said slowly. "I _had_ to come. Say, I wish you weren"t going away to-morrow."
"So do I. I"d give anything not to."
"But why do you go, then?"
"Because I am always made to do what I don"t want to do."
Quin, who had decided views on individual freedom and the consent of the governed, promptly espoused her cause.
"They"ve got no right to force you. You ought to decide things for yourself."
"Do you really think that? Do you think a girl has the right to go ahead and do as she likes, regardless of her family?"
"That depends on whether she wants to do the right thing. Which way do we turn?"
"This way, if we go home," said Eleanor. Then she stopped abruptly. "What time is it?"