CHAPTER XXI.
SUSPENSE.
Rufus generally reached his boarding-house at half-past five o"clock.
Sometimes Rose and her two young companions were playing in Washington Park at that time, and ran to meet him when he appeared in sight. But on the night of our hero"s capture by Martin they waited for him in vain.
"Where can Rufie be?" thought Rose, as she heard six o"clock peal from a neighboring church-tower.
She thought he might have gone by without her seeing him, and with this idea, as it was already the hour for dinner, she went into the house.
She ran upstairs two steps at a time, and opened the door of her own room.
"You should not have stayed out so late, Rose," said Miss Manning. "You will hardly have time to get ready for dinner."
"I was waiting for Rufie. Has he come?"
"No; he seems to be late to-night."
"I am afraid he"s got run over," said Rose anxiously.
"Rufus is old enough to take care of himself. I"ve no doubt he"s quite safe."
"Then what makes him so late?"
"He is probably detained by business. But there is the bell. We must go down to dinner."
"Can"t we wait for Rufie?"
"No, my dear child; we cannot tell when he will be home."
"It don"t seem a bit pleasant to eat dinner without Rufie," complained Rose.
"It isn"t often he stays, Rose. He"ll tell us all about it when he comes."
They went down and took their seats at the dinner-table.
"Where is your brother, Rose?" asked Mrs. Clifton.
"He hasn"t got home," said Rose, rather disconsolately.
"I am sorry for that. He is a very agreeable young man. If I wasn"t married," simpered Mrs. Clifton, "I should set my cap for him. But I mustn"t say that, or Mr. Clifton will be jealous."
"Oh, don"t mind me!" said Mr. Clifton, carelessly. "It won"t spoil my appet.i.te."
"I don"t think there"s anything that would spoil _your_ appet.i.te," said his wife, rather sharply, for she would have been flattered by her husband"s jealousy.
"Just so," said Mr. Clifton, coolly. "May I trouble you for some chicken, Mrs. Clayton?"
"You"re a great deal too old for Rufie, Mrs. Clifton," said Rose, with more plainness than politeness.
"I"m not quite so young as you are, Rose," said Mrs. Clifton, somewhat annoyed. "How old do you think I am?"
"Most fifty," answered Rose, honestly.
"Mercy sake!" exclaimed Mrs. Clifton, horrified, "what a child you are!
Why don"t you say a hundred, and done with it?"
"How old are you, Mrs. Clifton?" persisted Rose.
"Well, if you must know, I shall be twenty-five next November."
Mrs. Clifton was considerably nearer thirty-five; but, then, some ladies are very apt to be forgetful of their age.
The dinner-hour pa.s.sed, and Rose and Miss Manning left the table. They went upstairs hoping that Rufus might be there before them; but the room was empty. An hour and a half pa.s.sed, and it was already beyond eight, the hour at which Rose usually went to bed.
"Can"t I sit up a little later to-night, Miss Manning?" pleaded Rose. "I want to see Rufie."
"No, Rose, I think not. You"ll see him in the morning."
So Rose unwillingly undressed and went to bed.
By this time Miss Manning began to wonder a little why Rufus did not appear. It seemed to her rather strange that he should be detained by business till after eight o"clock, and she thought that an accident might possibly have happened to him. Still Rufus was a strong, manly boy, well able to take care of himself, and this was not probable.
When ten o"clock came, and he had not yet made his appearance, she went downstairs. The door of the hall bedroom, which Rufus occupied, was open and empty. This she saw on the way. In the hall below she met Mrs.
Clayton.
"Rufus has not yet come in?" she said, interrogatively.
"No, I have not seen him. I saved some dinner for him, thinking he might have been detained."
"I can"t think why he doesn"t come home. I think he must be here soon.
Do you know if he has a latch-key?"
"Yes, he got a new one of me the other day. Perhaps he has gone to some place of amus.e.m.e.nt."
"He would not go without letting us know beforehand. He would know we would feel anxious."
"Yes, he is more considerate than most young men of his age. I don"t think you need feel anxious about him."
Miss Manning went upstairs disappointed. She began to feel perplexed and anxious. Suppose something should happen to Rufus, what would they do?
Rose would refuse to be comforted. She was glad the little girl was asleep, otherwise she would be asking questions which she would be unable to answer. It was now her hour for retiring, but she resolved to sit up a little longer. More than an hour pa.s.sed, and still Rufus did not come. It seemed unlikely that he would return that night, and Miss Manning saw that it was useless to sit up longer. It was possible, however, that he might have come in, and gone at once to his room, thinking it too late to disturb them. But, on going down to the next floor, she saw that his room was still unoccupied.
Rose woke up early in the morning; Miss Manning was already awake.
"Did Rufie come last night?" asked the little girl.
"He had not come when I went to bed," was the answer. "Perhaps he came in afterwards."