"Oh," sobbed Lottie, "my feet are wet and almost frozen. The ice underneath may have borne you, but it won"t bear all three of us. Oh, dear, I wish I hadn"t--I wish I was home; and I feel as if I"d never get there."
"Miss Lottie, I a.s.sure you that the ice will hold a ton, but I"ll tell you what I"ll do. I shall put you in the sleigh, and Miss Carrie will drive you over. You two together do not weigh much more than I do. I"ll walk just behind you with my hands on the back of the sleigh, and if I see the slightest danger I"ll lift you out of the sleigh first and carry you to safety."
This proposition promised so well that she hesitated, and he lifted her in instantly before she could change her mind, then helped Carrie in with a quiet pressure of the hand, as much as to say, "I shall depend on you."
"But, Mr. Marstern, you"ll get your feet wet," protested Carrie.
"That doesn"t matter," he replied good-naturedly. "I shall be no worse off than Miss Lottie, and I"m determined to convince her of safety. Now go straight ahead as I direct."
Once the horse stumbled, and Lottie thought he was going down head first. "Oh, lift me out, quick, quick!" she cried.
"Yes, indeed I will, Miss Lottie, as soon as we are opposite that grate fire of yours."
They were soon safely over, and within a half-hour reached Lottie"s home. It was evident she was a little ashamed of her behavior, and she made some effort to retrieve herself. But she was cold and miserable, vexed with herself and still more vexed with Marstern. That a latent sense of justice forbade the latter feeling only irritated her the more. Individuals as well as communities must have scapegoats; and it is not an unusual impulse on the part of some to blame and dislike those before whom they have humiliated themselves.
She gave her companions a rather formal invitation to come in and get warm before proceeding further; but Marstern said very politely that he thought it was too late, unless Miss Carrie was cold. Carrie protested that she was not so cold but that she could easily wait till she reached her own fireside.
"Well, good-night, then," and the door was shut a trifle emphatically.
"Mr. Marstern," said Carrie, sympathetically, "your feet must be very cold and wet after splashing through all that ice-water."
"They are," he replied; "but I don"t mind it. Well, if I had tried for years I could not have found such a test of character as we had to-night."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, well, you two girls did not behave exactly alike. I liked the way you behaved. You helped me out of a confounded sc.r.a.pe."
"Would you have tried for years to find a test?" she asked, concealing the keenness of her query under a laugh.
"I should have been well rewarded if I had, by such a fine contrast,"
he replied.
Carrie"s faculties had not so congealed but that his words set her thinking. She had entertained at times the impression that she and Lottie were his favorites. Had he taken them out that night together in the hope of contrasts, of finding tests that would help his halting decision? He had ventured where the intuitions of a girl like Carrie Mitch.e.l.l were almost equal to second-sight; and she was alert for what would come next.
He accepted her invitation to come in and warm his feet at the glowing fire in the grate, which Carrie"s father had made before retiring. Mrs.
Mitch.e.l.l, feeling that her daughter was with an old friend and playmate, did not think the presence of a chaperon essential, and left the young people alone. Carrie bustled about, brought cake, and made hot lemonade, while Marstern stretched his feet to the grate with a luxurious sense of comfort and complacency, thinking how homelike it all was and how paradisiacal life would become if such a charming little Hebe presided over his home. His lemonade became nectar offered by such hands.
She saw the different expression in his eyes. It was now homage, decided preference for one and not mere gallantry to two. Outwardly she was demurely oblivious and maintained simply her wonted friendliness.
Marstern, however, was thawing in more senses than one, and he was possessed by a strong impulse to begin an open siege at once.
"I haven"t had a single suit of any kind yet, Carrie," he said, dropping the prefix of "Miss," which had gradually been adopted as they had grown up.
"Oh, well, that was the position of all the great lawyers once," she replied, laughing. Marstern"s father was wealthy, and all knew that he could afford to be briefless for a time.
"I may never be great; but I shall work as hard as any of them," he continued. "To tell you the honest truth, however, this would be the happiest Christmas Eve of my life if I had a downright suit on my hands. Why can"t I be frank with you and say I"d like to begin the chief suit of my life now and here--a suit for this little hand? I"d plead for it as no lawyer ever pleaded before. I settled that much down on the ice."
"And if I hadn"t happened to behave on the ice in a manner agreeable to your lordship, you would have pleaded with the other girl?" she remarked, withdrawing her hand and looking him directly in the eyes.
"What makes you think so?" he asked somewhat confusedly.
"You do."
He sprang up and paced the room a few moments, then confronted her with the words, "You shall have the whole truth. Any woman that I would ask to be my wife is ent.i.tled to that," and he told her just what the att.i.tude of his mind had been from the first.
She laughed outright, then gave him her hand as she said, "Your honesty insures that we can be very good friends; but I don"t wish to hear anything more about suits which are close of kin to lawsuits."
He looked very dejected, feeling that he had blundered fatally in his precipitation.
"Come now, Hedley, be sensible," she resumed, half laughing, half serious. "As you say, we can be frank with each other. Why, only the other day we were boy and girl together coasting downhill on the same sled. You are applying your legal jargon to a deep experience, to something sacred--the result, to my mind, of a divine instinct. Neither you nor I have ever felt for each other this instinctive preference, this subtle gravitation of the heart. Don"t you see? Your head has been concerned about me, and only your head. By a kindred process you would select one bale of merchandise in preference to another. Good gracious!
I"ve faults enough. You"ll meet some other girl that will stand some other test far better than I. I want a little of what you call silly romance in my courtship. See; I can talk about this suit as coolly and fluently as you can. We"d make a nice pair of lovers, about as frigid as the ice-water you waded through so good-naturedly;" and the girl"s laugh rang out merrily, awakening echoes in the old house. Mr. and Mrs.
Mitch.e.l.l might rest securely when their daughter could laugh like that.
It was the mirth of a genuine American girl whose self-protection was better than the care of a thousand duennas.
He looked at her with honest admiration in his eyes, then rose quietly and said, "That"s fine, Carrie. Your head"s worth two of mine, and you"d make the better lawyer. You see through a case from top to bottom. You were right--I wasn"t in love with you; I don"t know whether I"m in love with you now, and you haven"t an infinitesimal spark for me. Nevertheless, I begin my suit here and now, and I shall never withdraw it till you are engaged to another fellow. So there!"
Carrie looked rather blank at this result of her reductio ad absurdum process; and he did not help her by adding, "A fellow isn"t always in love. There must be a beginning; and when I arrive at this beginning under the guidance of reason, judgment, and observation, I don"t see as I"m any more absurd than the fellow who tumbles helplessly in love, he doesn"t know why. What becomes of all these people who have divine gravitations? You and I both know of some who had satanic repulsions afterward. They used their eyes and critical faculties after marriage instead of before. The romance exhaled like a morning mist; and the facts came out distinctly. They learned what kind of man and woman they actually were, and two idealized creatures were sent to limbo. Because I don"t blunder upon the woman I wish to marry, but pick her out, that"s no reason I can"t and won"t love her. Your a.n.a.lysis and judgment were correct only up to date. You have now to meet a suit honestly, openly announced. This may be bad policy on my part; yet I have so much faith in you and respect for you that I don"t believe you will let my precipitation create a prejudice. Give me a fair hearing; that"s all I ask."
"Well, well, I"ll promise not to frown, even though some finer paragon should throw me completely in the shade."
"You don"t believe in my yet," he resumed, after a moment of thought.
"I felt that I had blundered awfully a while ago; but I doubt it. A girl of your perceptions would soon have seen it all. I"ve not lost anything by being frank from the start. Be just to me, however. It wasn"t policy that led me to speak, but this homelike scene, and you appearing like the good genius of a home."
He pulled out his watch, and gave a low whistle as he held it toward her. Then his manner suddenly became grave and gentle. "Carrie," he said, "I wish you, not a merry Christmas, but a happy one, and many of them. It seems to me it would be a great privilege for a man to make a woman like you happy."
"Is this the beginning of the suit?" she asked with a laugh that was a little forced.
"I don"t know. Perhaps it is; but I spoke just as I felt. Good-night."
She would not admit of a trace of sentiment on her part. "Good-night,"
she said. "Merry Christmas! Go home and hang up your stocking."
"Bless me!" she thought, as she went slowly up the stairs, "I thought I was going to be through with him for good and all, except as a friend; but if he goes on this way--"
The next morning a basket of superb roses was left at her home. There was no card, and mamma queried and surmised; but the girl knew. They were not displeasing to her, and somehow, before the day was over, they found their way to her room; but she shook her head decidedly as she said, "He must be careful not to send me other gifts, for I will return them instantly. Flowers, in moderation, never commit a girl."
But then came another gift--a book with pencillings here and there, not against sentimental pa.s.sages, but words that made her think. It was his manner in society, however, that at once annoyed, perplexed, and pleased her. On the first occasion they met in company with others, he made it clear to every one that he was her suitor; yet he was not a burr which she could not shake off. He rather seconded all her efforts to have a good time with any and every one she chose. Nor did he, wallflower fashion, mope in the meanwhile and look unutterable things.
He added to the pleasure of a score of others, and even conciliated Lottie, yet at the same time surrounded the girl of his choice with an atmosphere of un.o.btrusive devotion. She was congratulated on her conquest--rather maliciously so by Lottie. Her air of courteous indifference was well maintained; yet she was a woman, and could not help being flattered. Certain generous traits in her nature were touched also by a homage which yielded everything and exacted nothing.
The holidays soon pa.s.sed, and he returned to his work. She learned incidentally that he toiled faithfully, instead of mooning around. At every coigne of vantage she found him, or some token of his ceaseless effort. She was compelled to think of him, and to think well of him.
Though mamma and papa judiciously said little, it was evident that they liked the style of lover into which he was developing.
Once during the summer she said: "I don"t think it"s right to let you go on in this way any longer."
"Are my attentions so very annoying?"
"No, indeed. A girl never had a more agreeable or useful friend."
"Are you engaged to some other fellow?"