"Yes; women that a man has been used to for many long weary years,--to put it in another way."
"But surely you find Ila very fascinating?"
"Oh, yes; but one understands the fascination so well; and it gives so much pleasure to--twenty-two, that it is almost immoral for an old fogy like myself to monopolise it. I don"t understand you in the least, so I am here."
Magdalena trembled a little. The nineteen years of her life suddenly a.s.sumed a glad complexion, lifting her spirit to the level of her mates.
She tried to recall the sad and bitter experiences of her brief past, but they scampered down into the roots of memory.
He did not speak again for a time, beyond asking if he might smoke. He was quite sincere for the moment; but he understood the much of her that was salient to his trained eye. Her parents, her timid reserve, so unlike that of other American girls favoured by fortune, her ignorance of certain conventionalities, the very fashion of her hair, the very incompatibility of her costume and colouring, told him two thirds of her short history. Of the history of her inner life he guessed little, but believed that she had both depth of mind and intensity of feeling. To get her confidence would be next to impossible; it was therefore well worth the effort. If she proved as interesting as he suspected, he believed that he should feel disposed to marry her did she only have a complexion. He was weary straight down into the depths of his weary soul of the women and the girls of the world; but he also abhorred a sallow skin. He had worshipped beauty in his day, and was by no means impervious to it yet; but he felt that he could overlook Magdalena"s nose and mouth and elementary figure for the sake of her eyes and originality, did she only possess the primary essential of beauty. A man regards a woman"s lack of complexion as a personal grievance.
If the American habit of monologue had been a part of Trennahan"s inheritance, his foreign training had long since lifted it up by the roots; but he saw that if he was to make progress with this silent girl, he must do the talking. He could be both brilliant and amusing when he chose, and he exerted himself as he had not done for some time. He was rewarded by a rapt attention, a humble and profound admiration that would have flattered a demi-G.o.d. And in truth he was a demi-G.o.d to this girl, with her experience of elderly old-fashioned men and an occasional callow youth encountered on a verandah in summer.
They followed the driveway that curved between one of the two larger lawns and the deer park. The lawn was set thickly along its edge and spa.r.s.ely on its sweep with fragrant trees and shrubs. Beyond the deer park was the black ma.s.s of the woods. The air was sweet with the mingled breath of June roses, orange blossoms, and the pepper-tree. After a time their way lay through a dark avenue of immense oaks, and the perfumes came from the Mariposa lilies in the fields beyond.
If Trennahan had been with Ila, he would have conducted himself as his surroundings and his companion demanded: he would have made love. But he was a man who rarely made a mistake; he talked to Magdalena of the difference between California and the many other countries he had visited, and answered her eager questions about life in the great capitals. As they were returning, he said to her,--
"You say you ride before breakfast. Do you think I might join you to-morrow? Your father has been kind enough to place his stable at my disposal."
"Oh--I--I don"t know. My father is very--Spanish, although he doesn"t like you to call it that."
"May I ask him?"
"Oh, yes, you could ask him."
When they reached the house he sought his host in the billiard-room. The game was over, and Don Roberto, Mr. Polk, and Mr. Washington were seated in front of the mantel-piece with their feet on the shelf. It was Don Roberto"s favourite att.i.tude; he felt that it completed the structure of his Americanism. He could only reach the tip of the shelf with the points of his little elegant feet, but he was just as comfortable as Mr.
Polk, whose feet, large and booted, were planted against the wall. Mr.
Washington, who was a most correct gentleman, with the ill.u.s.trious forbears his name suggested, had never lifted his feet to one of his own mantels in his life; but Don Roberto"s guests always humoured this little hobby, among many others.
"Ay, the Mr. Trennahan," said Don Roberto, graciously. "We make room for you."
The others moved along, and Trennahan, seeing what was expected of him, brought a chair and elevated his feet among the Chinese bric-a-brac. He accepted a choice cigar--there were certain luxuries in which Don Roberto never economised--and added his quota to the anecdotes of the hearthstone. As his were fresh and the others as worn as an old wedding-ring, it was not long before he had an audience which would brook no interruption but applause.
A Chinaman brought a peremptory message from Mrs. Washington, and the feet on the mantel were reduced to six. When these came down, two hours later, Trennahan said to Don Roberto,--
"May I ride with Miss Yorba to-morrow before breakfast?"
"Yes; I no mind," said the don, beaming with approval of his new friend.
"But the boy, he go too. My daughter, no must ride alone with the gentleman. And you no leave the grounds, remember."
XVI
When Magdalena went up to her room, she spread all her pretty gifts on the table and asked herself if they were the secret of this novel feeling of content with herself and her world. She studied the mirror and fancied that she was not so plain as usual. Her eyes returned to her presents, and she shook her head. Her mind worked slowly, but it worked logically; nor was that imagination hers which keeps woman in a fool"s paradise long after all but the husk of her Adam has gone.
"It is Mr. Trennahan," she admitted reluctantly but ruthlessly. "He is so clever and so agreeable--no, fascinating--that for the first time I forgot myself, and when I remembered was not unhappy because I am not beautiful nor clever. The world must be much nicer than I thought if there are many people like that in it."
To love she did not give a thought, but she smiled to herself after the light was out, and, still smiling, fell asleep.
The next morning she was downstairs by six o"clock, but found Trennahan before her. As he approached her,--he had been sauntering up and down the drive,--she wondered what he thought of her costume. As she was not allowed to leave the grounds, a habit had never been thought necessary for the heiress of the house of Yorba. She had worn for the past two years one of her mother"s discarded black skirts and a cotton blouse.
But it is doubtful if an inspired mind-reader could have made anything of such thoughts as Trennahan wished to conceal.
"You look as fresh as the morning," he said, with a gallantry which was mechanical, but true and delightful to a girl in her first experience of compliments.
"Did you sleep well?" she asked. "I hope the mosquitoes did not keep you awake. They are very bad."
"I believe they are, but I received a friendly warning from Mr. Polk and rubbed the leather which protects my skull with vinegar. I think it was superfluous, but at all events I slept undisturbed."
Magdalena regarded his skin attentively, much to his amus.e.m.e.nt. "It is thick," she said, feeling that she could not honestly rea.s.sure him, but quite positive that he expected her to answer.
He laughed heartily. "Oh!" he said. "What a pity you must "come out"! I am a convert to the Old-Californian system. But here are the horses."
The improvised groom, a sulky and intensely self-conscious stable-boy, led up the horses, and Magdalena put her foot in Trennahan"s hand.
"Oh!" he exclaimed, with a note of real admiration in his voice; and Magdalena nearly fell over the other side of her horse.
They cantered off sharply, the boy following a good thirty yards behind, feeling uncommonly sheepish when he was not thinking angrily of his neglected ch.o.r.es. It was not thought good form in Menlo Park to put on the trappings of Circ.u.mstance. Mrs. Washington drove a phaeton and took a boy in the rumble to open the gates; but the coachmen when driving the usual char-a-banc or wagonette performed this office while their mistresses steered the horses through the gates. No one ever thought of wearing a jewel or a decollete gown to a dinner or a dance. Mrs. Dillon, the Bonanza queen, having heard much of the simplicity of the worshipful Menlo Park folk, had paid her first calls in a blue silk wrapper, but, conceiving that she had done the wrong thing, sheltered her perplexities in black silk thereafter. Her daughter upon the same occasion had worn a voluminous frock of pale blue camel"s hair trimmed with flounces of Valenciennes lace, that being the simplest frock in her wardrobe; but she privately thought even Mrs. Washington"s apotheosised lawns and organdies very "scrubby," and could never bring herself to anything less expensive than summer silks, made at the greatest house in Paris.
"I am going to see the Mark Smith place this afternoon," said Trennahan.
"Your mother has very kindly offered to drive me over. I suppose it has no woods on it. These are beautiful."
"They are the only ones in the San Mateo Valley," replied Magdalena, experiencing the full pride of possession. "Are there such beautiful ones in Europe?"
"Those at Fontainbleau are not unlike. But in England you stand in the middle of a wood and admire the landscape on either side."
"Helena wrote me something like that. She said that she always put on a veil when she went into an English wood for fear she would get freckled."
"Who is Helena?"
"She is my great friend. She is Colonel Jack Belmont"s daughter, and the most beautiful girl in California. At least I think she is, for of course I have not seen them all."
"Are you always as conscientious as that? Why have I not seen this peerless creature?"
"She is in Europe. You will see her in December. Of course I do not know if she is a "type," but I don"t see how anybody else could be like Helena. Mr. Rollins said last night that she was the concentrated essence of California."
"Describe her to me." He was delighted at the prospect of drawing her out on any subject.
Magdalena hesitated, wondering if she should have the courage to continue, did she begin a monologue. She recalled the sustained animation of the girls at her dinner, and moved as if to shake her head, then recollected her ambition to shine in conversation. To no one had she ever found it so easy to express herself as to this man. Why not take advantage of that fact? And that represented but the half of her present ambition. If she could only interest him!
He watched her closely, divining some cause of her hesitation, but not all. Her complexion was even less desirable by day than by gas, but her hair was tumbled, her eyes were sparkling softly; and the deep green arbours of the wood were an enchanting aid to youth.
"She has curly shining hair about the colour of mahogany, and big--long--dark blue eyes that look as if they were not afraid of anything, and make you afraid sometimes, and regular features, and a whiter skin than Tiny"s, with a beautiful pink colour--" She stopped short, feeling that her attempt at description was as ineffective as the hours wasted upon her much modelled hero.
"That sounds very charming, but still--never mind her appearance. Tell me what you so much admire in her."
"She talks so much, and she isn"t afraid of anybody. She says she wouldn"t lie because she wouldn"t pay anyone that compliment. She loves to "cheek" and shock people. She walks all round the outside of the house--upstairs--on a narrow ledge, and she runs to fires--at least she ran to one--and she won"t study when she doesn"t feel like it.