"I"m sorry if I worried you, Mr. North." Her tone was chastened, but there was an undernote of warning. "I"ve been free so long that I kind of forget I"m under extradition."
A wave of contrition swept over his ill-humor as her slim-clad figure preceded him out to the waiting motor. She had been coolly insubordinate, of course, but she was young and very much alone in a strange environment. She could be led, perhaps, but she would never be driven.
Cesare, the Halsteads" chauffeur, touched the brim of his cap smartly, and Willa bestowed upon him a dazzling smile. Only the snap of the limousine door prevented her shaking hands.
"He looks like a right-nice boy," she remarked navely. "Do you suppose he"ll teach me how to drive a car of my own?"
"If he is told to do so," Mr. North replied with dignity, "and it is decided that you are to have a car."
She darted an appraising glance at him, but he vaguely felt a certain ambiguous quality in the silence which followed, and congratulated himself that they had reached their journey"s end.
Mrs. Ripley Halstead awaited them in the drawing-room. She was a tall, commanding woman in the indefinite forties, with a high, thin nose and cold, slightly protruding eyes. Her dark hair, still untouched by gray, was arranged in a modishly severe fashion and her smile extended no farther than her straight lips.
"So this is our little cousin?" She brushed the girl"s cheek with a light kiss. "My dear Willa, words cannot express our pleasure that you have been found at last, we have doubted and feared for so long. I hope that you will be very happy here with us, and I am sure that we shall all manage famously."
"Thank you," Willa murmured, through stiffened lips. "This situation has been kind of thrust on both of us, but I reckon we can make the best of it."
The lady gasped and turned to the attorney, who was watching with a gleam of speculation in his eye.
"Mason, we have much to thank you for in restoring our young relative to us, but I must defer that now. You will dine with us?"
"Thank you, no." He bowed over her hand. "To tell you the truth, I am rather f.a.gged out from my trip, and I am anxious to get on up-town.
Please, tell Ripley that I will see him to-morrow, and transfer the necessary papers to him.--Au revoir, my dear. Try to remember what I have told you."
Willa stared with dazed eyes about the pretty room to which she was ushered. The furniture was of ivory and dull gold, the walls, draperies and floor a soft French blue, and delicate rose-shaded lights glowed delicately in many brackets.
The drawing-room she had taken as a matter of course; it impressed her as being not unlike that of the big hotel at Tampico, but to be expected to live and move around and sleep in this fragile, stifling, cluttered doll"s house of a room was unthinkable. It was hers, the maid had said so; therefore, she would make the best of it, in her own fashion.
A half-hour later the house-maid presented herself at Mrs. Halstead"s door in a state bordering on hysteria.
"If you please, Madame, the young lady, Miss Murdaugh, has taken her room all to pieces. The draperies" are down from the windows and piled in a corner with the cushions from the chaise longue, and the bed is moved over to the windows and stripped down to the blanket. All the rose shades are off the lights and the furniture is pushed back against the wall. Miss Murdaugh rang for me just now to take all the drapery and things out of the room, and I thought I had better come to you."
Mrs. Halstead stepped forward, but stopped with a slight compression of her lips.
"Very well, Katie. You may remove them, for the time being. I will see Miss Murdaugh about it later."
When the housemaid had withdrawn, her mistress dropped rather than seated herself in the nearest chair. The mechanical smile had vanished and her eyes narrowed. She foresaw friction ahead.
Willa, serenely unconscious that she had offended, slipped into the one thin black gown which she possessed, a mail-order purchase which had given her immense satisfaction, but when dinner was announced and she descended the stairs, she paused aghast at the splendor before her.
A girl stood in the drawing-room door in a marvelous creation which seemed made of diamond-tipped, rainbow-tinted mist. From it her youthful shoulders and slim neck rose creamily, surmounted by a small head banded boyishly with golden hair. Her wide eyes were china blue, her nose piquantly retrousse and she was as vacuously pretty as a wax doll.
"How do you do?" She came forward with a graceful fluttering movement.
"You are Willa, aren"t you? I hope we are going to be terribly good friends. I"m your cousin, Angelica."
"Named after a dessert." A languid, teasing voice came from behind her. "Welcome to our city, my dear cousin! Hope you won"t find us too peaceable after Mexico."
"No fear!" The doll-like eyes snapped dangerously. "This is my brother Vernon, Willa. Mother will be down in a moment."
Willa had suffered herself to be pecked at by the other girl"s perfumed lips, and now she took the hand of the dapper youth who confronted her.
He was fair like his sister, but the resemblance ended there. His nose was long and sharp, his forehead slanting, his close-set eyes a greenish-gray. She wondered how anything human could look so like a fox, as she returned his quizzical stare with a direct, level one, and relinquished his hand.
"I"m pleased to meet you," she remarked simply, and noted the quick flash of amus.e.m.e.nt which pa.s.sed from brother to sister. "I reckon I can stand a little peace and quiet, after what I"ve been through lately. I don"t hardly know where I"m at, yet."
Vernon"s mouth twisted suddenly as he turned away, and Angelica responded in obvious haste.
"Yes, I imagine you do feel rather upset. Mr. North must have seemed like a fairy G.o.dfather when he appeared with his astounding news for you."
"A fairy G.o.dfather? He"s kind of a hefty one, isn"t he?" Willa smiled, adding quickly: "He was real kind on the trip coming up; didn"t seem like he could do enough for me, but I reckon he was glad to get me here at last."
"As we are to have you, my dear." A mild, genial voice sounded from the stairs" foot, and the three young people turned. "Let me welcome you to your home. We hope to make up to you for being exiled for so long from it."
A tall, iron-gray head bent, and Willa found herself gazing into keen, kindly eyes. Her own blurred as her hand rested between those of Ripley Halstead and something seemed to grip her by the throat.
Gentleman Geoff"s face swam for a moment before her in a mist of tears.
She essayed an unintelligible phrase, and perceiving her emotion, he tactfully covered it.
"You must be starved; I know we are. Children, where"s your mother?
After dinner we must have a little talk, eh? There will be so much for you to do and see that we shall have to plan out a sort of campaign.--Oh, there you are, Irene!"
Willa"s secret anxiety as to forks being allayed by the discovery that service was laid for but one course at a time, she was able to give herself up during the meal to a frank study of her new-found relatives.
She was going to like Ripley Halstead; already liked him, and each pa.s.sing moment confirmed her first opinion. Concerning the others, she was not so sure. There was a mental reservation behind Mrs. Halstead"s surface cordiality, and the bewitching Angelica seemed too seraphically sweet and gentle to ring quite true. Vernon was a type with which in a more crude stratum of humanity she had become familiar in the gaming-rooms of the Blue Chip. Weak without being absolutely vicious, crafty without initiative, he would be a mere tool in dominant unscrupulous hands or an average, decent fellow if his better instincts were aroused.
Dinner over, they repaired to the drawing-room, but the little family gathering soon disintegrated, to Willa"s profound relief.
Angelica flitted away to a dance, Vernon betook himself to his club and Mr. Halstead, forgetting his expressed intention of a talk with her, shut himself in his study. When she found herself alone with her hostess, Willa mentally braced her nerves for a cross-examination, but the ordeal was deferred.
"My dear, you must be quite worn out. We have much to talk over, for we must all readjust ourselves, and become really acquainted, but you must rest first, and accustom yourself to your new surroundings." Mrs.
Halstead smiled. "I am sorry you did not like your room! I had planned it very carefully for you."
"Oh!" Willa cried, in quick dismay. "I didn"t know! It was awfully pretty, but I"m used to air and s.p.a.ce and I didn"t feel like I could breathe in it. I"ll put them back to-morrow, and try it, all those hangings and things, if you say so."
"No, you shall have your own room arranged as you please. You will soon grow accustomed to pretty things. We must get rid of that somber mourning at once, and plan a suitable wardrobe."
"But----" Willa paused in dismay. "Maybe Mr. North didn"t tell you.
I--I have lost someone who was all the world to me! I feel somehow that I couldn"t give up the black, not yet anyway. It would look as if I wanted folks to think I"d forgotten----"
"I understand. You refer to your former guardian? But, my dear, that life is behind you now, and you must put everything from your thoughts but the future and what we are all going to help you make of it."
Willa rose.
"You are all very kind," she said in a stifled voice. "I"m bound to be a heap of nuisance to you, I"m afraid, though I made up my mind not to buck the game strong till I"d learned the rules. But don"t ask me to be a piker and forget Dad! You don"t know what he was to me! I appreciate what you-all are trying to do, Mrs. Halstead, and I sympathize with you, for it"s going to be a tough job all around, no matter how I try to follow your lead, but don"t stack the cards on the first deal, please. All I"ve got in the world now is my memory of the best friend that ever lived!"
"Your loyalty is very touching, dear child, and I would be the last to impugn it." Mrs. Halstead put two rigid dutiful arms about her. "Your clothes are a mere detail which we will take up later. You must go to bed now, and sleep."
Willa stumbled from the room with a sense of baffled defeat as if she had incontinently b.u.t.ted against a wall of granite. Her aching heart cried out for familiar things and faces, but she steeled herself valiantly. She must play the game!