"I--hadn"t noticed that Louis Malcourt was so devoted to your sister,"
he said.
Cecile looked up quickly, but detected only amiable indifference in the young fellow"s face.
"They"re-always together; _elle s"affiche a la fin_!" she said impatiently. "Shiela was only eighteen before; she"s twenty now, and old enough to know whether she wants to marry a man like that or not."
Hamil glanced around at her incredulously. "Marry Malcourt?"
But Cecile went on headlong in the wake of her own ideas.
"He"s a sort of a relative; we"ve always known him. He and Gray used to go camping in Maine and he often spent months in our house. But for two years now, he"s been comparatively busy--he"s Mr. Portlaw"s manager, you know, and we"ve seen nothing of him--which was quite agreeable to me."
Hamil rose, unquiet. "I thought _you_ were rather impressed by Shiela,"
continued the girl. "I really did think so, Mr. Hamil."
"Your sister predicted that I"d lose my heart and senses to _you_" said Hamil, laughing and reseating himself beside her.
"Have you?"
"Of course I have. Who could help it?"
The girl considered him smilingly.
"You"re the nicest of men," she said. "If you hadn"t been so busy I"m certain we"d have had a desperate affair. But--as it is--and it makes me perfectly furious--I have only the most ridiculously commonplace and comfortable affection for you--the sort which prompts mother to send you quinine and talc.u.m powder--"
Balanced there side by side they fell to laughing.
"Sentiment? Yes," she said; "but oh! it"s the kind that offers witch-hazel and hot-water bottles to the best beloved! Mr. Hamil, why can"t we flirt comfortably like sensibly frivolous people!"
"I wish we could, Cecile."
"I wish so, too, Garret. No, that"s too formal--Garry! There, that ends our chances!"
"You"re the jolliest family I ever knew," he said. "You can scarcely understand how pleasant it has been for me to camp on the edges of your fireside and feel the home-warmth a little--now and then--"
"Why do you remain so aloof then?"
"I don"t mean to. But my heart is in this business of your father"s--the more deeply in because of his kindness--and your mother"s--and for all your sakes. You know I can scarcely realise it--I"ve been with you only a month, and yet you"ve done so much for me--received me so simply, so cordially--that the friendship seems to be of years instead of hours."
"That is the trouble," sighed Cecile; "you and I never had a chance to be frivolous; I"m no more self-conscious with you than I am with Gray.
Tell me, why was Virginia Suydam so horrid to us at first?"
Hamil reddened. "You mustn"t ask me to criticise my own kin," he said.
"No," she said, "you couldn"t do that.... And Miss Suydam has been more civil recently. It"s a mean, low, and suspicious thing to say, but I suppose it"s because--but I don"t think I"ll say it after all."
"It"s nicer not to," said Hamil. They both knew perfectly well that Virginia"s advances were anything but disinterested. For, alas! even the men of her own entourage were now gravitating toward the Cardross family; Van Ta.s.sel Cuyp was continually wrinkling his nose and fixing his dead-blue eyes in that direction; little Colonel Vetchen circled busily round and round that centre of attraction, even Courtlandt Cla.s.son evinced an inclination to toddle that way. Besides Louis Malcourt had arrived; and Virginia had never quite forgotten Malcourt who had made one at a house party in the Adirondacks some years since, although even when he again encountered her, Malcourt had retained no memory of the slim, pallid girl who had for a week been his fellow-guest at Portlaw"s huge camp on Luckless Lake.
"Virginia Suydam is rather an isolated girl," said Hamil thoughtfully.
"She lives alone; and it is not very gay for a woman alone in the world; not the happiest sort of life.... Virginia has always been very friendly to me--always. I hope you will find her amusing."
"I"m going to her luncheon," said Cecile calmly. "It"s quite too absurd for her to feel any more doubt about us socially than we feel about her.
That is why I am going. Shall we swim?"
He rose; she clasped his offered hand and sprang to her feet, ready for the water again. But at that instant Malcourt"s dark, handsome head appeared on the crest of a surge close by, and the next moment that young gentleman scrambled aboard the raft, breathing heavily.
"h.e.l.lo, Cecile!" he gasped; "h.e.l.lo, Hamil! Shiela thought it must be you, but I was sceptical. Whew! That isn"t much of a swim; I must be out of condition--"
"Late hours, cards, and highb.a.l.l.s," observed Cecile scornfully. "You"re horridly smooth and fat, Louis."
Malcourt turned to Hamil.
"Glad to see you"ve emerged from your sh.e.l.l at last. The rumour is that you"re working too hard."
"There"s no similar rumour concerning you," observed Cecile, who had never made any pretence of liking Malcourt. "Please swim out to sea, if you"ve nothing more interesting to tell us. I"ve just managed to decoy Mr. Hamil here and I"d like to converse with him in peace."
Malcourt, arms folded, balanced himself easily on the raft"s pitching edge and glanced at her with that amiably bored expression characteristic of him when rebuffed by a woman. On such occasions his eyes resembled the half-closed orbs of a teased but patient cat; and Cecile had once told him so.
"There"s a pretty rumour afloat concerning your last night"s performance at the Beach Club," said the girl disdainfully. "A boy like you, making himself conspicuous by his gambling!"
Malcourt winced, but as the girl had apparently heard nothing to his discredit except about his gambling, he ventured an intelligent sidelong glance at Hamil.
The latter looked at him inquiringly; Malcourt laughed.
"You haven"t been to the Beach Club yet, have you, Hamil? I"ll get you a card if you like."
Cecile, furious, turned her back and went head first into the sea.
"Come on," said Hamil briefly, and followed her. Malcourt took to the water leisurely, going out of his way to jeer at and splash Portlaw, who was labouring like a grampus insh.o.r.e; then he circled within observation distance of several pretty girls, displayed his qualities as a swimmer for their benefit, and finally struck out sh.o.r.eward.
When he emerged from the surf he looked about for Shiela. She was already half-way to the beach, walking with Cecile and Hamil toward the pavilion; and, starting across the shallows to overtake her, he suddenly came face to face with Virginia Suydam.
She was moving hip-deep out through the seething tide, slim, graceful, a slight flush tinting the usual delicate pallor of her cheeks. Gussie Vetchen bobbed nimbly about in the vicinity, very busy trying to look at everybody and keep his balance at the same time. Miss Palliser was talking to Cuyp.
As Malcourt waded past, he and Miss Suydam exchanged a pleasantly formal greeting; and, for the second time, something in her casual gaze--the steadiness of her pretty green-tinted eyes, perhaps--perhaps their singular colour--interested him.
"You did not ask _me_ to your luncheon," he said gaily, as he pa.s.sed her through the foam.
"No, only petticoats, Mr. Malcourt. I am sorry that your--fiancee isn"t coming."
He halted, perfectly aware of the deliberate and insolent indiscretion of her reply. Every line of her supple figure accented the listless, disdainful intention. As he remained motionless she turned, bent gracefully and laid her palms flat on the surface of the water, then looked idly over her shoulder at him.
He waded back close to her, she watching him advance without apparent interest--but watching him nevertheless.
"Have you heard that anybody and myself are supposed to be engaged?" he asked.