AN ADVANCE
Hamil stood under the cocoanut palms at the lake"s edge and watched the lagoon where thousands of coloured lanterns moved on crafts, invisible except when revealed in the glare of the rushing rockets.
Lamps glittered everywhere; electric lights were doubly festooned along the sea wall, drooping creeper-like from palm to palmetto, from flowering hibiscus to sprawling banyan, from dainty china-berry to grotesque screw-pine tree, shedding strange witch-lights over ma.s.ses of blossoms, tropical and semi-tropical. Through which the fine-spun spray of fountains drifted, and the great mousy dusk-moths darted through the bars of light with the glimmering bullet-flight of summer meteors.
And everywhere hung the scent of orange bloom and the more subtle perfume of white and yellow jasmine floated through the trees from gardens or distant hammocks, combining in one intoxicating aroma, spiced always with the savour of the sea.
Hamil was aware of considerable noise, more or less musical, afloat and ash.o.r.e; a pretentious orchestra played third-rate music under the hotel colonnade; melody arose from the lantern-lit lake, with clamourous mandolins and young voices singing; and over all hung the confused murmur of unseen throngs, harmonious, capricious; laughter, voice answering voice, and the distant shouts as brilliantly festooned boats hailed and were hailed across the water.
Hamil pa.s.sed on to the left through crowded gardens, pressing his way slowly where all around him lantern-lit faces appeared from the dusk and vanished again into it; where the rustle of summer gowns sweeping the shaven lawns of Bermuda gra.s.s sounded like a breeze in the leaves.
Sometimes out of the dusk all tremulous with tinted light the rainbow ray of a jewel flashed in his eyes--or sometimes he caught the glint of eyes above the jewel--a pa.s.sing view of a fair face, a moment"s encountering glance, and, maybe, a smile just as the shadows falling turned the garden"s brightness to a mystery peopled with phantoms.
Out along the sh.e.l.l road he sauntered, Whitehall rising from tropic gardens on his right, on his left endless gardens again, and white villas stretching away into the starlight; on, under the leaning coco-palms along quays and low walls of coquina where the lagoon lay under the silvery southern planets.
After a little he discovered that he had left the bulk of the throng behind, though in front of him and behind, the road was still dotted with white-clad groups strolling or resting on the sea-wall.
Far out on the lake the elfin pageant continued, but now he could scarcely hear the music; the far cries and the hiss of the rockets came softly as the whizzing of velvet-winged moths around orange blossoms.
The January night was magnificent; he could scarcely comprehend that this languid world of sea and palm, of heavy odour and slow breezes, was his own land still. Under the spell the Occident vanished; it was the Orient--all this dreamy mirage, these dim white walls, this spice-haunted dusk, the water inlaid with stars, the fairy foliage, the dew drumming in the stillness like the sound of goblin tattooing.
Never before had he seen this enchanted Southern land which had always been as much a part of his mother-land as Northern hill and Western plain--as much his as the roaring dissonance of Broadway, or the icy silence of the tundras, or the vast tranquil seas of corn rippling mile on mile under the harvest moon of Illinois.
He halted, unquiet in the strangeness of it all, restless under its exotic beauty, conscious of the languor stealing over him--the premonition of a physical relaxation that he had never before known--that he instinctively mistrusted.
People in groups pa.s.sed and repa.s.sed along the lagoon wall where, already curiously tired, he had halted beside an old bronze cannon--some ancient Spanish piece, if he could judge by the arms and arabesques covering the breech, dimly visible in the rays of a Chinese lantern.
Beyond was a private dock where two rakish power-boats lay, receiving their cargo of young men and girls--all very animated and gay under the gaudy electric lanterns strung fore and aft rainbow fashion.
He seated himself on the cannon, lingering until both boats cleared for the carnival, rushing out into the darkness like streaks of multi-coloured flame; then his la.s.situde increasing, he rose and sauntered toward the hotel which loomed like a white mountain afire above the dark ma.s.ses of tropic trees. And again the press of the throng hemmed him in among the palms and fountains and hedges of crimson hibiscus; again the dusk grew gay with voices and the singing overtone of violins; again the suffocating scent of blossoms, too sweet and penetrating for the unacclimated, filtered through and through him, till his breath came unevenly, and the thick odours stirred in him strange senses of expectation, quickening with his pulses to a sudden prophecy.
And at the same instant he saw the girl of whom he had been thinking.
She was on the edge of a group of half a dozen or more men in evening dress, and women in filmy white--already close to him--so near that the frail stuff of her skirt brushed him, and the subtle, fresh aroma of her seemed to touch his cheek like a breath as she pa.s.sed.
"Calypso," he whispered, scarcely conscious that he spoke aloud.
A swift turn of her head, eyes that looked blankly into his, and she had pa.s.sed.
A sudden realisation of his bad manners left his ears tingling. What on earth had prompted him to speak? What momentary relaxation had permitted him an affront to a young girl whose att.i.tude toward him that morning had been so admirable?
Chagrined, he turned back to seek some circling path through the dense crowd ahead; and was aware, in the darkness, of a shadowy figure entering the jasmine arbour. And though his eyes were still confused by the lantern light he knew her again in the dusk.
As they pa.s.sed she said under her breath: "That was ill-bred. I am disappointed."
He wheeled in his tracks; she turned to confront him for an instant.
"I"m just a plain beast," he said. "You won"t forgive me of course."
"You had no right to say what you did. You said "Calypso"--and I ought not to have heard you.... But I did.... Tell me; if I am too generous to suspect you of intentional impertinence, you are now too chastened to suspect that I came back to give you this chance. That is quite true, isn"t it?"
"Of course. You _are_ generous and--it"s simply fine of you to overlook it."
"I don"t know whether I intend to overlook it; I was surprised and disappointed; but I _did_ desire to give you another chance. And I was so afraid you"d be rude enough to take it that--I spoke first. That was logical. Oh, I know what I"m doing--and it"s particularly common of me--being who I am--"
She paused, meeting his gaze deliberately.
"You don"t know who I am. Do you?"
"No," he said. "I don"t deserve to. But I"ll be miserable until I do."
After a moment: "And you are not going to ask me--because, once, I said that it was nice of you not to?"
The hint of mockery in her voice edged his lips with a smile, but he shook his head. "No, I won"t ask you that," he said. "I"ve been beastly enough for one day."
"Don"t you care to know?"
"Of course I care to know."
"Yet, exercising all your marvellous masculine self-control, you n.o.bly refuse to ask?"
"I"m afraid to," he said, laughing; "I"m horribly afraid of you."
She considered him with clear, unsmiling eyes.
"Coward!" she said calmly.
He nodded his head, laughing still. "I know it; I almost lost you by saying "Calypso" a moment ago and I"m taking no more risks."
"Am I to infer that you expect to recover me after this?"
And, as he made no answer: "You dare not admit that you hope to see me again. You _are_ horribly afraid of me--even if I have defied convention and your opinions and have graciously overlooked your impertinence. In spite of all this you are still afraid of me. Are you?"
"Yes," he said; "as much as I naturally ought to be."
"_That_ is nice of you. There"s only one kind of a girl of whom men are really afraid.... And now I don"t exactly know what to do about you--being, myself, as guilty and horrid as you have been."
She regarded him contemplatively, her hands joined behind her back.
"Exactly what to do about you I don"t know," she repeated, leisurely inspecting him. "Shall I tell you something? I am not afraid to; I am not a bit cowardly about it either. Shall I?"
"If you dare," he said, smiling and uncertain.
"Very well, then; I rather like you, Mr. Hamil."
"You _are_ a trump!" he blurted out, reddening with surprise.
"Are you astonished that I know you?"