"No," Lucy said, looking round with earnest eyes; "who could dislike him, Nola? I am so fond of him; I could say almost anything to him. If you knew what I have lately been talking to him about, you would wonder.
Well, but he is not the only man you don"t dislike; I am sure you don"t dislike Mr. Heron." Her eyes grew more inquiring and eager than before.
"No, indeed, Lucy; I don"t think any one could dislike him either."
"I am delighted to hear you say so; but I want you to say some more.
Tell me what you think of Mr. Heron; I am curious to know. You are so much more clever than I, and you can understand people and see into them. Tell me exactly what you see in Mr. Heron."
"Why do you want to know all this, Lucy?"
"Because I want to hear your opinion very particularly, for you are not a hero-worshipper, and you don"t admire men in general. Some girls are such enthusiastic fools that they make a hero out of every good-looking young man they meet. But you are not like that, Nola."
"Oh, no! I am not like that," Nola echoed, not without a thought that now, perhaps, there were moments when she almost wished she were.
"Well, then, tell me. First, do you think Mr. Heron handsome?"
"Yes, Lucy, I think he is handsome."
"Then do you like him? Do tell me what you think of him."
"In the name of heaven," Minola asked herself, "why should I not speak the truth in answer to so plain and innocent a question?" She answered quietly, and looking straightforward at the fire:
"I like Mr. Heron very much, Lucy. I don"t know many men--young men especially--but I like him better than any young man I have met as yet."
"As yet. Yes, yes. I am glad to hear you say that," Lucy said with beaming eyes, and growing good-humoredly saucy in her very delight. "As yet. Yes, you put that in well, Nola."
"How so, dear?"
"Oh, you know. Because of the one yet to present himself; the not impossible He--nearly impossible though--who is to be fit for my Nola. I tell you I shall scrutinize him before I allow his pretensions to pa.s.s.
Well, now, about Mr. Heron?"
"I think him a very brave, generous, and n.o.ble-hearted young man. I think he has not a selfish thought or a mean purpose about him, and I think he has spirit and talent; and I hope one day to hear that he has made himself an honorable name."
Lucy turned now to Minola a pair of eyes that were moist with tears.
"Tell me, Nola"--and her voice grew a little tremulous--"don"t you think he"s a man a woman might fall in love with?"
There was a moment"s silence, and Lucy leaned upon Nola"s knees, eagerly looking into her face. Then Nola answered, in a quiet, measured undertone,
"Oh, yes, Lucy; I do indeed. I think he is a man a woman might fall in love with."
"Thank you, Nola. That is all I wanted to ask you."
There was another pause.
"Nola!"
"Yes, Lucy."
"You don"t ask me anything."
"Perhaps, dear, because there is nothing I want to know."
"Then you _do_ guess?"
"Oh, yes, dear, I do guess."
"Well--but what?"
"I suppose--that you are--engaged to Mr. Heron."
Lucy started up with her face all on fire.
"Oh, no, Nola, dear darling! you have guessed too much. I wish I had told you, and not asked you to guess at all. We"re not engaged. Oh, no.
It"s only--well, it"s only--it"s only that I am in love with him, Nola--oh, yes, so much in love with him that I should not like to live if he didn"t care about me--no, not one day!" Then Lucy hid her head in Minola"s lap and sobbed like a little child.
Perhaps the breakdown was of service to both the girls. It allowed poor Lucy to relieve her long pent-up feelings, and it gave Minola time to consider the meaning of the revelation as composedly as she could, and to think of what she ought to say and do.
Lucy presently looked up, with a gleam of April brightness in her eyes.
"Do you think me foolish, Nola, for telling you this?"
"Well, dear, I don"t know whether you ought to have told it to me."
"I couldn"t do without telling it to somebody, Nola. I think I must be like that king I read about somewhere--I forget his name; no, I believe it was not the king, but his servant--who had to tell the secret to some listener, and so told it to the reeds on the seash.o.r.e. If I had not told this to somebody, I must have told it to the reeds."
Minola almost wished she had told it to the reeds. There were reeds enough beneath the little bridge which Nola loved in Regent"s Park, and had they been possessed of the secret she might have looked over the bridge for ever, and dreamed dreams as the lazy water flowed on beneath, and even noted and admired the whispering reeds, and they would never have whispered that secret to her.
"I think papa guesses it," Lucy said. "I am sure he does, because he talked to me of--oh, well, of a different person, and asked me if I cared about him, and I told him that I didn"t. He said he was glad, for he didn"t much like him; but that I should marry any one I liked--always provided, Nola, that he happened to like me, which doesn"t at all follow. I know papa likes Mr. Heron."
"Then, Lucy, would it not be better to tell Mr. Money?"
"Oh, Nola! I couldn"t tell him that--I could tell him almost anything, but I couldn"t tell him that. Are you not sorry for me, Nola? Oh, say you are sorry for me! The other day--it only seems the other day--I was just as happy as a bird. Do say you are sorry for me."
"But, my dear, I don"t know why there should be any sorrow about it. Why should not everything prove to be perfectly happy?"
"Do you think so, Nola?"
She looked up to Nola with an expression of childlike anxiety.
"Why should it not be so, Lucy? If I were a man, I should be very much in love with you, dear. You are the girl that men ought to be in love with."
There was a certain tone of coldness or constraint in Minola"s voice which could not escape even Lucy"s observation.
"You think me weak and foolish, I know very well, Nola, because I have made such a confession as this. For all your kindness and your good heart, I know that you despise any girl who allows herself to fall in love with a man. You don"t care about men, and you think we ought to have more dignity, and not to prostrate ourselves before them; and you are quite right. Only some of us can"t help it."
"No," said Minola sadly; "I suppose not."
"There! You look all manner of contempt at me. I should like to have you painted as the Queen of the Amazons--you would look splendid. But I may trust to your friendly heart and your sympathy all the same, I know. You will pity us weaker girls, and you won"t be too hard on us. I want you to help me."