The Baron thus enjoyed himself in a large, exuberant fashion, and monopolized the conversation in a large, exuberant way. He outdid himself. He confided to the ladies his plans for the regeneration of the Roman Church and the Roman State. He told stories of his adventures in the Rocky Mountains. He mentioned the state of his finances, and his prospects for the future. He was as open, as free, and as communicative as if he had been at home, with fond sisters and admiring brothers around him. The ladies were disgusted at it all; and by the ladies I mean only Mrs. Willoughby and Lady Dalrymple. For Minnie was not--she actually listened in delight. It was not conventional. Very well. Neither was the Baron. And for that matter, neither was she. He was a child of nature. So was she. His rudeness, his aggressiveness, his noise, his talkativeness, his egotism, his confidences about himself--all these did not make him so very disagreeable to her as to her sister and aunt.
So Minnie treated the Baron with the utmost complaisance, and Hawbury was surprised, and Mrs. Willoughby and Lady Dalrymple were disgusted; but the Baron was delighted, and his soul was filled with perfect joy.
Too soon for him was this drive over. But the end came, and they reached the hotel. Hawbury left them, but the Baron lingered. The spot was too sweet, the charm too dear--he could not tear himself away.
In fact, he actually followed the ladies into the house.
"I think I"ll just make myself comfortable in here, Min, till you come down," said the Baron. And with these words he walked into the reception-room, where he selected a place on a sofa, and composed himself to wait patiently for Minnie to come down.
So he waited, and waited, and waited--but Minnie did not come. At last he grew impatient. He walked out, and up the stairs, and listened.
He heard ladies" voices.
He spoke.
"_Min!_"
No answer.
"MIN!" louder.
No answer.
"MIN! HALLO-O-O-O!"
No answer.
"_MIN!_" a perfect shout.
At this a door was opened violently, and Mrs. Willoughby walked out.
Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes glanced fire.
"Sir," she said, "this is intolerable! You must be intoxicated. Go away at once, or I shall certainly have you turned out of the house."
And saying this she went back, shut the door, and locked it.
The Baron was thunder-struck. He had never been treated so in his life. He was cut to the heart. His feelings were deeply wounded.
"Darn it!" he muttered. "What"s all this for? I ain"t been doing any thing."
He walked out very thoughtfully. He couldn"t understand it at all. He was troubled for some time. But at last his buoyant spirit rose superior to this temporary depression. To-morrow would explain all, he thought. Yes, to-morrow would make it all right. To-morrow he would see Min, and get her to tell him what in thunder the row was. She"d have to tell, for he could never find out. So he made up his mind to keep his soul in patience.
That evening Hawbury was over at the Baron"s quarters, by special invitation, and the Baron decided to ask his advice. So in the course of the evening, while in the full, easy, and confidential mood that arises out of social intercourse, he told Hawbury his whole story--beginning with the account of his first meeting with Minnie, and his rescue of her, and her acceptance of him, down to this very day, when he had been so terribly snubbed by Mrs. Willoughby. To all this Hawbury listened in amazement. It was completely new to him. He wondered particularly to find another man who had saved the life of this quiet, timid little girl.
The Baron asked his advice, but Hawbury declined giving any. He said he couldn"t advise any man in a love-affair. Every man must trust to himself. No one"s advice could be of any avail. Hawbury, in fact, was puzzled, but he said the best he could. The Baron himself was fully of Hawbury"s opinion. He swore that it was truth, and declared the man that followed another"s advice in a love-affair was a "darned fool that didn"t deserve to win his gal."
There followed a general conversation on things of a different kind.
The Baron again discoursed on church and state. He then exhibited some curiosities. Among other things a skull. He used it to hold his tobacco. He declared that it was the skull of an ancient Roman. On the inside was a paper pasted there, on which he had written the following:
"Oh, I"m the skull of a Roman bold That fit in the ancient war; From East to West I bore the flag Of S. P. Q. and R.
"In East and West, and North and South, We made the nations fear us-- Both Nebuchadnezzar and Hannibal, And Pharaoh too, and Pyrrhus.
"We took their statutes from the Greeks, And lots of ma.n.u.scripts too; We set adrift on his world-wide tramp The original wandering Jew.
"But at last the beggarly Dutchman came, With his lager and sauerkraut; And wherever that beggarly Dutchman went He made a terrible rout.
"Wo ist der Deutscher"s Vaterland?
Is it near the ocean wild?
Is it where the feathery palm-trees grow?
Not there, not there, my child.
"But it"s somewhere down around the Rhine; And now that Bismarck"s come, Down goes Napoleon to the ground, And away goes the Pope from Rome!"
CHAPTER XVIII.
"HE SAVED MY LIFE."
"I can"t bear this any longer!" exclaimed Mrs. Willoughby. "Here you are getting into all sorts of difficulties, each one worse than the other. I"m sure I don"t see why you should. You"re very quiet, Minnie dearest, but you have more unpleasant adventures than any person I ever heard of. You"re run away with on horseback, you"re shipwrecked, you"re swept down a precipice by an avalanche, and you fall into the crater of a burning volcano. Every time there is some horrid man who saves you, and then proposes. As for you, you accept them all with equal readiness, one after another, and what is worse, you won"t give any of them up. I"ve asked you explicitly which of them you"ll give up, and you actually refuse to say. My dear child, what are you thinking of? You can"t have them all. You can"t have any of them. None of them are agreeable to your family. They"re horrid. What are you going to do? Oh, how I wish you had dear mamma to take care of you!
But she is in a better world. And here is poor dear papa who can"t come. How shocked he would be if he knew all. What is worst, here is that dreadful American savage, who is gradually killing me. He certainly will be my death. What _am_ I to do, dear? Can"t you possibly show a little sense yourself--only a little, dear--and have some consideration for your poor sister? Even Ethel worries about you, though she has troubles of her own, poor darling; and aunty is really quite ill with anxiety. What _are_ we going to do? I know one thing.
_I"m_ not going to put up with it. My mind is made up. I"ll leave Rome at once, and go home and tell papa."
"Well, you needn"t scold so," said Minnie. "It"s my trouble. I can"t help it. They would come. I"m sure _I_ don"t know what to do."
"Well, you needn"t be so awfully kind to them all. That"s what encourages them so. It"s no use for me to try to keep them away if you make them all so welcome. Now there"s that dreadful Italian. I"m positive he"s going to get up some unpleasant plot. These Italians are so very revengeful. And he thinks you"re so fond of him, and I"m so opposed. And he"s right, too. You always act as if you"re fond of him, and all the rest. As to that terrible American savage, I"m afraid to think of him; I positively am."
"Well, you needn"t be so awfully unkind to him. He saved my life."
"That"s no reason why he should deprive me of mine, which he will do if he goes on so much longer."
"You were very, very rude to him, Kitty," said Minnie, severely, "and very, very unkind--"
"I intended to be so."
"I really felt like crying, and running out and explaining things."
"I know you did, and ran back and locked the door. Oh, you wretched little silly goose, what _am_ I _ever_ to do with such a child as you are! You"re really not a bit better than a baby."
This conversation took place on the day following the Baron"s last eventful call. Poor Mrs. Willoughby was driven to desperation, and lay awake all night, trying to think of some plan to baffle the enemy, but was unsuccessful; and so she tried once more to have some influence over Minnie by a remonstrance as sharp as she could give.
"He"s an American savage. I believe he"s an Indian."
"I"m sure I don"t see any thing savage in him. He"s as gentle and as kind as he can be. And he"s so awfully fond of me."
"Think how he burst in here, forcing his way in, and taking possession of the house. And then poor dear aunty! Oh, how she _was_ shocked and horrified!"