Hamil told him good-naturedly.
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Hamil. My name is Rawley--probably the name is familiar to you?--Ambrose Rawley"--he coughed--"by profession a botanist."
Hamil smiled, recognising in the name the most outrageously expensive of New York florists who had made a fortune in cut flowers.
"Have a drink?" persisted Mr. Rawley. "No? Too early for you? Well, let"s get a couple of n.i.g.g.e.rs and wheel-chairs."
But Hamil declined with the easy good-humour which characterised him; and a few moments later, learning at the office that his aunt would receive him, followed his negro guide through endless carpeted labyrinths and was ushered by a maid into a sunny reception-room.
"Garry!--you dear boy!" exclaimed his amazingly youthful aunt, holding out both arms to him from the door of her bedroom, partly ajar.
"No--don"t come near me; I"m not even in complete negligee yet, but I will be in one minute when t.i.tine fastens me up and makes the most of my scanty locks--" She looked out at him with a laugh and gave her head a little jerk forward, and her splendid chestnut hair came tumbling down in the sunshine.
"You"re prettier than ever," said her nephew; "they"ll take us for bride and groom as usual. I say, Constance, I suppose they"ve followed you down here."
"Who, Garry,"--very innocently.
"The faithful three, Colonel Vetchen, Cuyp, and old--I mean the gracefully mature Courtlandt Cla.s.son. Are they here?"
"I believe so, dear," admitted his aunt demurely. "And, Garry, so is Virginia Suydam."
"Really," he said, suddenly subdued as his aunt who was forty and looked twenty-five came forward in her pretty chamber-gown, and placed two firm white arms around him and kissed him squarely and with vigour.
"You dear!" she said; "you certainly are the best-looking boy in all Florida. When did you come? Is Jim Wayward"s yacht here still? And why didn"t he come to see me?"
"The _Ariani_ sailed for Miami last night after I landed. I left my card, but the office people rang and rang and could get no answer--"
"I was in bed! How stupid of me! I retired early because Virginia and I had been dissipating shamefully all the week and my aged bones required a rest.... And now tell me all about this new commission of yours. I have met the Cardross family; everybody at Palm Beach is talking about the magnificent park Mr. Cardross is planning; and your picture has appeared in the local paper, and I"ve told everybody you"re quite wonderful, and everybody now is informing everybody else that you"re quite wonderful!"
His very gay aunt lay back in her great soft chair, pushing with both fair hands the ma.s.ses of chestnut hair from her forehead, and smiling at him out of her golden brown eyes--the jolliest, frankest of eyes--the sort even women trust instinctively at first glimpse.
So he sat there and told her all about his commission and how this man, Neville Cardross, whom he had never even seen, had written to him and asked him to make the most splendid park in America around the Cardross villa, and had invited him to be his guest during his stay in Florida.
"They evidently are nice people from the way Mr. Cardross writes," he said. "You say you know them, Constance?"
"I"ve met them several times--the way you meet people here. They have a villa--rather imposing in an exotic fashion. Why, yes, Garry, they _are_ nice; dreadfully wealthy, tremendously popular. Mrs. Carrick, the married daughter, is very agreeable; her mother is amiable and dreadfully stout. Then there"s a boy of your age--Gray Cardross--a well-mannered youth who drives motors, and whom Mr. Cla.s.son calls a "speed-mad cub." Then there is Cecile Cardross--a debutante of last winter, and then--" Miss Palliser hesitated, crossed one knee over the other, and sat gently swinging her slippered foot and looking at her nephew.
"Does that conclude the list of the Cardross family?" he asked.
"N-no. There remains the beauty of the family, Shiela." She continued to survey him with smiling intentness, and went on slowly:
"Shiela Cardross; _the_ girl here. People are quite mad about her, I a.s.sure you. My dear, every man at Palm Beach tags after her; rows of callow youths sit and gaze at her very footprints in the sand when she crosses the beach; she turns masculine heads to the verge of permanent dislocation. No guilty man escapes; even Courtlandt Cla.s.son is meditating treachery to me, and Mr. Cuyp has long been wavering and Gussie Vetchen too! the wretch!... We poor women try hard to like her--but, Garry, _is_ it human to love such a girl?"
"It"s divine, Constance, so you"ll like her."
"Oh, yes; thank you. Well, I do; I don"t know her well, but I"m inclined to like her--in a way.... There"s something else, though." She considered her handsome nephew steadily. "You are to be a guest there while this work of yours is in hand?"
"Yes--I believe so."
"Then, dear, without the slightest unworthy impulse or the faintest trace of malice, I wish to put you on your guard. It"s horrid, but I must."
"On my guard!" he repeated.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "So he sat there and told her all about his commission."]
"Yes--forearm you, Garry. Shiela Cardross is a rather bewildering beauty. She is French convent-bred, clever and cultivated and extremely talented. Besides that she has every fashionable grace and accomplishment at the ends of her pretty fingers--and she has a way with her--a way of looking at you--which is pure murder to the average man.
And beside that she is very simple and sweet to everybody. As an a.s.sa.s.sin of hearts she"s equipped to slay yours, Garry."
"Well?" he inquired, laughing. And added: "Let her slay. Why not?"
"This, dear. And you who know me will acquit me of any ign.o.ble motive if I say that she is not your social equal, Garry."
"What! I thought you said--"
"Yes--about the others. But it is not the same with Shiela Cardross.
I--it seems cruel to say it--but it is for your sake--to effectually forestall any possible accident--that I am going to tell you that this very lovely girl, Shiela, is an adopted child, not a daughter. That exceedingly horrid old gossip, Mrs. Van Dieman, told me that the girl was a foundling taken by Mr. and Mrs. Cardross from the Staten Island asylum. And I"m afraid Mrs. Van Dieman knows what she"s talking about because she founded and still supports the asylum."
Hamil looked gravely across at his aunt. "The poor little girl," he said slowly. "Lord, but that"s tough! and tougher still to have Mrs. Van Dieman taking the trouble to spread the news. Can"t you shut her up?"
"It _is_ tough, Garret. I suppose they all are dreadfully sensitive about it. I begged Mrs. Van Dieman to keep her own counsel. But she won"t. And you know, dear, that it would make no difference to me in my relations with the girl--except that"--she hesitated, smiling--"she is _not_ good enough for you, Garry, and so, if you catch the prevailing contagion, and fall a victim, you have been inoculated now and will have the malady lightly."
"My frivolous and fascinating aunt," he said, "have you ever known me to catch any prevailing--"
"O Garret! You know you have!--dozens of times--"
"I"ve been civilly attentive to several girls--"
"I wish to goodness you"d marry Virginia Suydam; but you won"t."
"Virginia!" he repeated, astonished.
"Yes, I do; I wish you were safely and suitably married. I"m worried, Garry; you are becoming too good-looking not to get into some horrid complication--as poor Jim Wayward did; and now he"s done for, finished!
Oh, I wish I didn"t feel so responsible for you. And I _wish_ you weren"t going to the Cardrosses" to live for months!"
He leaned forward, laughing, and took his aunt"s slim hands between his own sunburned fists. "You cunning little thing," he said, "if you talk that way I"ll marry you off to one of the faithful three; you and Virginia too. Lord, do you think I"m down here to cut capers when I"ve enough hard work ahead to drive a dozen men crazy for a year? As for your beautiful Miss Cardross--why I saw a girl in a boat--not long ago--who really was a beauty. I mean to find her, some day; and that _is_ something for you to worry about!"
"Garry! _Tell_ me!"
But he rose, still laughing, and saluted Miss Palliser"s hands.
"If you and Virginia have nothing better on I"ll dine with you at eight.
Yes? No?"
"Of course. Where are you going now?"
"To report to Mr. Cardross--and brave beauty in its bower," he added mischievously. "I"ll doubtless be bowled over first shot and come around for a dinner and a blessing at eight this evening."
"Don"t joke about it," she said as they rose together and stood for a moment at the window looking down into the flowering gardens.