It was the last verse of this song that drifted in Leslie"s deep contralto, across this more enlightened drawing-room audience of Nineteen-fourteen. Softly the crooning, simply phrased melody stole out:
"_Even to-day we hear Love"s song of yore!
Low in our hearts it rings for evermore.
Footsteps may falter, weary grow the way, Still we can hear it at the close of day!_"
--"and it"s at least as pleasant as any of their beastly "artistic"
music," thought Leslie, rebelliously, as she sang:
"_Still to the end_," (chord) "_while Life"s dim shadows fall, Love will be found the sweetest song of all_!"
She ended in a ripple of arpeggios, triumphantly, for she had glanced at the two youngest people in the room. Little Gwenna"s eyes were full of the facile tears of her race; and the Dampier boy"s face was grave with enjoyment. Alas, for the musical taste of these two! They _had_ liked the old song....
The enlightened others were puzzled for a moment. _What_ was that thing----?
Mr. Swayne explained languidly. "Priceless old ditty ent.i.tled "Love"s Old Sweet Song." A favourite of the dear late Queen"s, long before any of US were thought of. Miss Long has been trying to pull our legs with it!"
"Oh, Leslie, dear, you are so amusing always," said Mrs. Rose-colour, turning with her little superior smile to the singer. "But won"t you sing something _really_?"
Leslie"s quick black eyes caught a glance of half-conscious, half-inarticulate sympathy that was pa.s.sing between the youngest girl in the room and the man who had taken her in to dinner. It was as if they"d said, together, "I wish she"d sing again. I wish she"d sing something like _that_ again...."
They were alone in their wish!
For now Mrs. Smith sat down and played something. Something very long....
And still what Gwenna longed to happen did not happen. In spite of that glance of sympathy just now, it did not happen.
The Airman, sitting there on that brocaded _pouffe_, his long legs stretched out over the soft putty-coloured carpet, did _not_ come up to her to speak again of that so miraculously proffered flight in his aeroplane. He went on being talked to by Mrs. Rose-colour.
And when that pretty lady and her husband rose to go, the young girl in her corner had a very blank and tense moment. For she heard those people offer to take Mr. Dampier with them and drop him at his rooms. Oh, that would mean that she, Gwenna, wouldn"t have another word with him! He"d go! And his invitation had been unanswered!
"Care to go up?" he"d said--and Gwenna hadn"t even had time to tell him "Yes!"
Ah, it would have been too good to be true!----
Very likely he"d forgotten what he"d said at, dinner....
He hadn"t meant it....
He"d thought she"d meant "No."
He was going now----
But no. To her unspeakable relief she heard his deep "Thanks awfully, but I"m going on with Hugo presently. Taking him to meet some people at the Aero Club."
Now, just imagine that! thought the country girl. Here it was already half-past ten at night; but he was going on to meet some more people somewhere else. This wonderful party, which had marked an epoch in her life, was nothing to him; it was just the beginning of the evening. And, after days in the skies, all his evenings were like this! Hadn"t Mrs.
Smith said when he came in, "We know you are besieged with invitations?"
Oh, the inconceivably interesting life that was his! Why, why was Gwenna nothing but a girl, a creature who, even nowadays, had to stay within the circ.u.mscribed limits where she was put, who could not see or be or do _anything_, really! Might as well be born a _tortoise_....
Here the voice of Mr. Hugo Swayne (to which she"d paid scant attention so far) said something about taking Miss Long and her friend up to Hampstead first, and that Paul could come along.
Gwenna, enraptured, discovered that this meant in his, Mr. Swayne"s, car. The four of them were to motor up to her and Leslie"s Club together. All that lovely long drive?
But though "lovely," that journey back to Hampstead, speeding through the broad, uncrowded streets that the lights showed smooth and polished as a ballroom floor, with the giant shadows of plane-tree leaves a-dance upon the pavement--that journey was unbelievably, relentlessly short.
Mr. Swayne seemed to tear along! He was driving, with Leslie, gay and talkative and teasing, beside him in front. The younger girl sat behind with his cousin. The Airman was hatless; and he wore a light loose overcoat of which the big sleeve brushed the black satin of Gwenna"s wrap.
"Warm enough?" he asked, gently, and (as carefully as if she"d been some old invalid, she thought) he tucked a rug about her. Eagerly Gwenna longed for him to return to that absorbing question he"d put to her at the dinner-table. But there seemed scarcely time to say a single word before, with a jarring of brakes, the car drew up in the slanting road before the big square block of the Club. The arc-lights blazed into the depths of the tall chestnut-trees beside the street, while the four young people stood for a moment cl.u.s.tered together on the asphalt walk before the gla.s.s-porch.
"All over now," thought Gwenna with quite a ridiculously sharp little pang as good-nights and good-byes were said.
Oh! Wasn"t he going to say anything else? About the flying? _She_ couldn"t!
He was holding her hand (for good-night) while Mr. Swayne still laughed with Leslie.
"Look here," the Airman said abruptly. "About that flying----"
"Yes! Oh, yes!" Gwenna returned in a breathless little flurry. There mustn"t be any _mistake_ about what she wished. She looked up into his holding eyes once more, and said quiveringly, "I would so love it!"
"You would. Right," he said, and seemed to have forgotten that they had shaken hands, and that he had not yet loosed her fingers from his large and hearty grip. He shook hands again. "Then I"ll come round And fix it up----"
And the next instant, it seemed, he was whirled away from her again, this Stranger who had dropped into the middle of her life as it were from the skies which were his hunting-ground. There was the noise of a retreating car droning down the hill (not unlike the receding drone of a biplane in full flight), then the grating of a key in the lock of the Club door....
Gwenna sighed. Then she went upstairs, humming softly, without knowing what the tune was, Leslie"s song:
"_Once in the dear, dead days beyond recall----_"
Leslie followed her into her room where she turned up the gas.
"I"ll undo you, Taffy, shall I?... Enjoyed yourself rather, after all, didn"t you?" said the elder girl, adding quickly, "What"s the matter?"
For Gwenna before the gla.s.s stood with a dismayed look upon her face.
Her hand was up to her round white throat, touching the dimpled hollow where there had rested--where there rested no longer--that mother-of-pearl pendant.
"It"s gone," she exclaimed ruefully.
"What has, child? What have you dropped?"
Gwenna, still with her hand at her throat, explained, "I"ve lost my heart".
CHAPTER V
THE WORKADAY WORLD