SOCIAL DUTIES.
Solitude and seclusion were at an end. The world had found out where Hazel was and what she had been doing. So many millions were out of the market certainly, but still they might be useful in various ways; and the world came to put in its claim to be remembered. And invitations began to pour in; and the baskets which held cards and the like on Hazel"s table flowed over and threatened an inundation. Rollo, every day very busy and still held fast in the city by business, had so far escaped much personal contact with the aforesaid world, and only received reports upon it from Hazel.
"Wych," he said as he came in one evening just ready for dinner,?
"I have found an old friend to-day."
"O, are they beginning upon you?" said Wych Hazel. "I hope it is not a new one for me?"
"I hope it is a new one for you," said he, looking somewhat wonderingly at her. "Or rather, I hope you will be a new friend for him. What"s the matter?"
"Some day when you come home," said Hazel, "you will find this room tenanted solely by a heap of cards, invitations, enquiries and congratulations. Exploring therein cautiously, you may perhaps discover the top of my head!"
"Oh!"?said Dane. "I will carry you away before it gets to be so bad as that. This is an old fellow-student of mine, Hazel; an odd, clever, careless, unselfish fellow, who has never got along in the world. He took to art, came to America, on account of some family troubles at home; and here he was a good deal petted in society.
Now he is ill, and alone, and I fear very poor. He is at a boarding house, where I suspect he cannot pay his bills; quite alone. He had not a friend. Nor, I am afraid, a sou."
"And you are going off to take care of him?" said Hazel, facing round with sudden interest.
"Off, where?"
"Why, wherever he is. To his hotel, or his room."
"I have just come from him. He is not suffering from acute illness now; but he is pining away, I think, for want of good food and fresh air, and home. You see, we were comrades together in Gottingen; and he comes from over there. He was very glad to see me."
"Art?" said Hazel. "Is he a painter?"
"He was a painter."
"Do send him off to paint Dr. Maryland"s portrait! There is nothing Prim wants so much; Consign him to Mrs. Byw.a.n.k."
Rollo"s eye brightened and warmed; but he went on. "He may never paint again, Hazel. If we receive him, it _may_ be that it will only be to see him fade away in the midst of us."
"Well? What then?" she added softly after a minute.
"It may be a matter of months, Hazel."
She looked gravely up and down. "But nothing else?that I can think of?would be so much like home."
The kisses which answered her were energetic enough to speak without words; and when a few minutes later dinner was served, Rollo came to the table with the air of a satisfied man. And then he told Hazel stories about Gottingen.
"Prim writes that Mrs. Coles is coming to town," said Hazel, later in the meal, when roast venison had superseded student life.
"Prudentia!?When?"
"Next week. Shall we be away?"
"No," said Dane smiling. "I wish we could." And then he was silent, and the dessert was on the table before he alluded to the subject again.
"Hazel," he said suddenly, "write and ask Prim to come with Mrs.
Coles and stay a few days. It will be a great delight to both of them."
"No, indeed," said Hazel promptly.
"No? why?" said Dane with a laugh in his eyes which he let come no further.
"I never ask people that I hope will refuse."
"Ask and hope they will come! Don"t you think you and I could stand Prudentia for a week?"
Wych Hazel glanced at him from under her eyelashes. "I can stand most things," she said, "that you can. But you must write the letter."
"Must I? Would you like to state the reason?"
"Hard to state euphoniously. Because?I?do not mean to do it!"
Dane laughed. "It will not save you from the consequences," he said; "however?"
Hazel raised her brows a little. "You are forewarned," she said.
"Then probably you will wish to accept all these invitations?"
"I do not precisely catch the connection of the argument."
"I thought you seemed to be pining for variety," she said with a laugh. "So I propose, for to-morrow and next day and the day after,?a breakfast, a wedding, three kettledrums, a dinner, two receptions, and a ball."
"Abgeschlagen?" responded Dane, going on with his dinner.
"Which?"
"It would not do to be particular."
"But you must choose," said Hazel. "Or I must."
"Are you pining for variety?"
"No, I have got it." This with a half laugh and a pretty flush.
"I am content," said Dane. "Then, if you are content, I do not see what we want further."
"But it is other people who want us just now." And Hazel looked over to her pile of invitations.
"Unfortunate for them."
"Is it? You will refuse them all? Do you mean that you would never go anywhere?"
"I do not mean that at all. I am longing to take you to Europe."
"Yes, but keep to the point."