"Annette, remove Mademoiselle"s shoes and give her some slippers."
The deft girl removed Rose"s wraps, then her shoes, while Mrs. Harvey knelt by her side and felt of her stocking soles.
"They"re wet, just as I expected." She said joyfully, "Take them off!"
"O, no! They"ll dry in a minute."
"Take them off, Annette," commanded Mrs. Harvey. "O, what lovely feet and ankles!" she said, and so betrayed her not too subtle design to Rose.
Rose was pa.s.sive now, and yielded to the manipulations of the two women.
They all had a gale of fun over the difference between Mrs. Harvey"s stockings and her own, and then they brought out a fantastic pair of slippers and a beautiful wrap, which Mrs. Harvey insisted upon putting about her.
At about this time Elbert knocked on the door.
"Can"t I come in and share the fun, Caroline?"
"In a moment!" she replied, and finished tucking the robe about Rose.
"Now you may."
Elbert came in, radiant, unabashed, smiling, almost grinning his delight. He had changed his dress to a neat and exquisitely fitting dark suit, and he looked very handsome indeed. His cheeks were like peaches, with much the same sort of fuzz over them.
He took a place near the fire where he could see Rose, and he signaled to his mother at the earliest chance that she was stunning.
Rose lay back in the chair with the robe drawn about her, looking the _grande dame_ from her crown of hair to the ta.s.seled toes of her slippers. She might almost have been Colombe on the eve of her birthday.
It was delicious, and she had not heart or resolution at the moment to throw off this homage. She knew that Mrs. Harvey was misreading her acquiescence, and that every moment she submitted to her care and motherly direction, involved her, enmeshed her. But it was so delicious to be a princess and an heiress--for an hour.
The whole situation was intensified when Mr. Harvey"s soft tenor voice called:
"Where is everybody?"
"Come up; here we are! There"s somebody here you"ll want to see."
Mr. Harvey came in smiling, looking as calm and contained as if he were just risen from sleep. He was almost as exquisitely dressed as his son.
"Well! well! This is a pleasure," he cordially exclaimed. "What"s the meaning of the wrap; not sick?"
"Elbert picked her up on the street, wet and shivering, waiting for a car, and brought her home."
"Quite right. We"re always glad to see you. Did you give her a little cordial, Caroline? In case of cold--"
Rose protested. "I"m not sick, Mr. Harvey, only tired. I"ve been out all the day watching the dreadful storm. I saw those ships go on the rocks.
O, it was dreadful!"
"Did you see the three men on the raft?" asked Elbert.
Rose shuddered. How far away she was from that cold, gray tumult of water. Of what manner of men were they who could battle so for hours in the freezing sleet?
"Well, now, we won"t talk about the storm any more," Mrs. Harvey interposed. "It does no good, and Rose has had too much of it already.
Besides, it"s almost dinner time, Mr. Harvey. Go dress!"
There was not a thread ruffled on Mr. Harvey"s person, but he dutifully withdrew. He had had a busy day, and had transacted business which affected whole states by its influence, yet he was quiet, cordial, exquisite.
"What does this mean, my dear?" he asked of Mrs. Harvey, who followed him out.
"It may mean a great deal, Willis," she said. "All I know is Elbert brought her home, his eyes shining with delight."
"Not to be wondered at," Mr. Harvey replied. "I"m only afraid of actresses," he added a little incoherently, but his wife understood him.
Elbert was not lacking in adroitness. He did not presume on his position during his mother"s absence. He remained standing in the same position.
"How do you like coddling? Now, you see what I get when I dare to sneeze. Caroline will coddle any one into regular sickness if you let her."
"I was chilled, but I am not sick in the least."
"You"d better straighten up and shout at her when she comes in, or she"ll be for sending your dinner up to you, and I don"t want that."
"O, I must go home, now."
"Not till after dinner."
"I"m not--dressed for dinner."
"There"s n.o.body here but ourselves. You _must_ stay."
Every one seemed determined to press her into a false position, and there was so little chance to throw the influence off.
She rose out of her cloak, and when Mrs. Harvey came back she was standing before the fire with Elbert--which seemed also to be significant.
"Caroline, don"t coddle Rose any more; she"s all right."
Mrs. Harvey accepted this command, because it argued a sense of proprietorship on her son"s part.
They continued this intimate talk during the dinner. Elbert took her down and placed her near him. There were a couple of elderly ladies, sisters of Mr. Harvey, who sat also at table in a shadowy way, and Rose divined in a flash of imaginative intelligence how they subordinated themselves because they were dependent. "Would I grow like that as I grew old?" was her thought.
At the table she felt it her duty to rouse herself to talk, and she took part in the jolly patter between Elbert and his mother. Their _camaraderie_ was very charming--so charming one almost forgot the irreverence expressed by his use of "Caroline."
After dinner Mrs. Emma Seymour Gallup, whom Rose had met two or three times but who always demanded a new introduction, came whisking in on her way to some party. She had everything in decidedly the latest crimp.
Her sleeves did not fit; her hips seemed enormous; her bonnet seemed split on the middle of her head, and was symmetrically decked with bows of ribbon and glitter and glimmer. Her real proportions were only to be divined at the waist, all else was fibre-cloth and conjecture.
Her eyes were bright and her face cold and imperious. She had once before chilled Rose with a cold nod and insulting shift of shoulder. She was plainly surprised to see Rose in the bosom of this family, and she seized the only plausible explanation with instant readiness and smiled a beautiful smile, and Rose could not help seeing that she had a very charming face after all.
"Ah! How do you do, Miss Dutcher! I am very glad to see you again!"
"Thank you," Rose replied simply.
"You"re quite well--but then I know you"re well," Mrs. Gallup went on, a.s.suming still greater knowledge of her.