It was a far more enthusiastic greeting than he had dared let himself expect he would have. He returned her many soft kisses with one very vigorous osculation that landed near one eyebrow as she bobbed up and down beside him, and which was immediately rubbed off with the back of Arethusa"s glove.
"You"re always so awfully rough. But.... _Oh, Timothy!_"
She grabbed him firmly by one arm, as if she really feared he might escape her and the Party even now, though actually in Lewisburg, and led him to where Clay waited for them with the big red automobile. To Clay, she introduced her charge with the simple announcement, "He really came, Clay." But no other was needed, for the chauffeur knew who it was with Arethusa, and all about him. Timothy"s fame had gone before him; Arethusa had not made a single warm friend since she had left the Farm who had not at least heard of Timothy.
She pushed him into the car and banged the door. Then she seated herself close to him, and bounced up and down on the cushions happily.
"Say right away what a wonderful automobile you think this is, Timothy!"
Timothy was perfectly obedient.
"I can run it, all by myself. You don"t believe it, but I can. I"ll show you some day, maybe to-morrow. Oh, Timothy, I"m so awfully, awfully glad you came! How is Aunt "Senath and all of them? How is Miss Johnson? Oh, I would never forgive you if you hadn"t! That"s a new suit you have on!" suddenly leaning forward to pounce on the portion of the trouser leg that showed from under his overcoat, "And it"s a new overcoat, too! Why, Timothy!"
Timothy pleaded guilty to both accusations.
"You look awfully nice!" Arethusa gave him a very violent hug most unexpectedly. "Oh, but it was so dear of you to come! And, Timothy, we"re going to have a perfectly wonderful Party!"
Timothy longed to give Arethusa a hug in return for this one, but he really did not dare. She would probably have called him rough again, for his way of hugging. He looked at her a trifle sadly. She seemed to Timothy such a far-away Arethusa, in spite of all this enthusiasm. And after that look, he felt her more unapproachable than at first. He could not tell exactly what it was; perhaps, her clothes.
Arethusa caught his glance at her furs and saucy little hat, with its fly-away feather, and preened herself just a bit.
"How do you like me? My new things? Aren"t they darling?"
"Yes," replied Timothy, but there was not very much warmth in his tone.
"And I like you in anything; but I believe I like you better in what Miss "t.i.tia makes you."
"In what Aunt "t.i.tia makes me!" she exclaimed, horrified at Timothy"s poor taste. "Of course you don"t! You can"t!" But she added, quickly, for her loyal heart felt that something was not quite right about the sound of that speech. "Aunt "t.i.tia"s clothes look better at home, on the Farm! They wouldn"t do at all for town! But she"s a Dear to make them for me, and I love them! They"re perfectly all right in the country!"
"That"s where I like you better," replied Timothy decidedly, and very briskly and warmly this time. "On the Farm! And in the country!"
"Oh, Timothy, don"t begin and gloom now! Please don"t! That"s a dear!"
Arethusa clasped her hands imploringly. "Please, please, don"t gloom!
I"m not going to fuss with you once while you"re here, not once! I promise, honest! So there!"
This should have been very cheering news. But Timothy merely remarked with calmness that she shouldn"t have time to do much fussing, anyway, since he was going home on the morning train.
"Why, Timothy Jarvis!"
Yes, he repeated, the early morning train was the train he fully intended to take.
"No, you"re not!"
Arethusa was very firm about it, but then so was he. And a quarrel seemed most imminent, in spite of Arethusa"s earnest promise, had they not very fortunately arrived at the house in Lenox Avenue just in time to prevent the disagreement from becoming disagreeable.
Ross liked Timothy immensely. He liked his bigness, and his honest youngness, and his clean-heartedness, written all over him. Elinor liked him too. And the boy had not been in the house five minutes before Ross and Elinor both had read his story in his blue eyes. Those blue eyes never once left Arethusa.
Arethusa"s tongue certainly seemed swung in the middle during the rest of this day. But then there were two whole months and over to make up.
They came within really dangerous hailing distance of an affray several times, sad to relate, when Timothy planted himself in one position, immovable, and she firmly entrenched herself in another. He did not seem to be able to approve of a single thing she had to tell him about the various and sundry occupations with which she filled her days in Lewisburg. But a person in so supremely felicitous a mood as Arethusa was in at the prospect of her very own Party, could not actually quarrel with anybody, however obstinate he might be; so the hours sped happily by, and the pitfalls were somehow avoided.
"Doesn"t Timothy look just perfectly heavenly when he has on a dress suit?"
Arethusa asked this pointed question very proudly of her parents when she led him into the library that evening after dinner, to show them how nice he looked, just before the Party came. She held him by one hand, quite as if she had been a fond mother exhibiting an only child whose toilette was solely of her personal making. One could easily have imagined her actually responsible for the cut and fit of Timothy"s suit.
But he did look well, undeniably. Ross said that Baldur the Beautiful might have looked just like him, if they had ever worn dress suits in Valhalla, with his wavy blonde head and his sea blue eyes, and his splendid bigness. Although Arethusa knew no myths of the Northland, something about Ross"s compliment to Timothy pleased her; she was proud to show him off as such a handsome creature.
But Timothy very nearly spoiled matters by inquiring who sent her the flowers she wore at her belt, as they stood together in front of the library fire, in such an "I-have-a-right-to-know" manner, that she slapped him and told him to mind his own business. And so the Party, after all, began for Timothy with unhappiness.
Arethusa was wearing a white dress on this Occasion, but it was a glorified White Dress, of such beauty, that some other name would surely have to be found for Miss Let.i.tia"s loving effort; it would be clearly impossible to speak of them both as "white dresses." Her hair was piled high on her head in a way that Timothy had never seen her wear it, and that he vaguely did not like, because it made her look so much older. And in her low-necked gown and wearing the flowers another man had sent her, she seemed to Timothy more than ever of a world apart. She was like an Arethusa met for the first time. He wished intensely that he could gather her up and carry her back to the country where he considered she so indisputably belonged, to be the old Arethusa once more. He looked gloomily down the length of the library, which had been cleared for dancing of all its furniture, and that presented an expanse of shining floor on which the firelight danced and gleamed enticingly, and wished another wish. He wished that he himself had stayed at home. Why had he gone contrary to the dictates of his common sense and come in answer to that telegram? Arethusa did not really want him; did not really care, now that he was here. She was altogether changed; and, thought Timothy, rather soberly, his head resting on one hand as he leaned against the mantel-shelf and stared down into the fire, it was not at all for the better.
But Timothy was to be still more unhappy before the evening had got fairly started. For in Arethusa"s transparent face and her eyes lifted adoringly to the Wonderful Mr. Bennet, the very first time he saw her dance with him, poor Timothy read his Certain Doom. As he had predicted before she had ever left the Farm, so it had come to pa.s.s.
Timothy left his station by the tall library mantel and wandered across the room to an inconspicuous corner, where he propped his manly form up against the wall and followed Arethusa with his eyes, totally unregardful of anything else in their line of vision, as she swayed and dipped like a snow fairy in her airy white gown, about the room. He was no great adept in the concealment of his feelings; his tragedy was visible so that all they who ran might read, even the swiftest.
He refused to dance. And he could have danced, knowing how very well.
Was not Arethusa"s present proficiency some evidence of this fact? But Timothy was sure that his heart was broken; and how could he dance with a broken heart? So he sulked in his corner and the moments of the Party sped by joyfully and all too quickly, for everybody else. Arethusa"s guests, with the sole exception of Timothy, seemed to be having the very best of times.
She was far too happy herself to notice his unhappiness very much, although she did fly over to him once or twice to beg him to behave and stop being such an awful gloom. And she made him dance with her, one single one-step; a rite which was performed by Timothy promptly at her request, but in a stony silence on his part. When it was over, he discovered that somebody had pre-empted his little corner, a very silly couple were giggling foolishly in the spot which had been sacred to sorrow all evening long; so he betook himself to the doorway into the hall, and propped himself up against the jamb, where he continued his unhappy observation of Arethusa"s proceedings.
Ross watched him with amus.e.m.e.nt.
"It is woefully apparent," he remarked to Elinor, "just what is eating our friend, Timothy."
He looked around for Mr. Bennet, and he found him dancing with Arethusa at the moment; then he looked back at Timothy once more, and he could easily tell that Timothy"s somber blue eyes had seen just exactly what he had seen; Arethusa and Mr. Bennet so obviously enjoying each other"s company.
"Shall I go over there and tell him, do you think, that he is giving himself most unnecessary pain over my daughter"s present state of mind, which is only a phase? Or do you believe, my Fount of all Wisdom, that I had best let matters stand as they are?"
"I"d really let him alone, Ross, about that, I think. For he wouldn"t believe a single word you could say to him. He has right now what he considers conclusive evidence, what his own eyes have told him. He and Arethusa are a pair of the youngest things I ever saw, bless their hearts! But please do go talk to him about something, Ross, because I cannot bear to see him follow that child around any longer with that utterly hopeless expression."
So Ross, as a dutiful spouse, sauntered over to Timothy in his doorway and made a most n.o.ble, and really commendable effort, considering the total lack of real response he received, which is so dampening to all such efforts, to interest him in conversation. Timothy answered with all the politeness due to Mr. Worthington, but without the slightest zeal for pursuit of any one of the subjects which were introduced, in succession, as each one seemed to fail to arouse animation. Elinor"s real intention in sending her husband to fill this breach was not a complete success, for the boy"s eyes never once rested upon his interlocutor; they still remained fixed wherever Arethusa was.
Timothy adhered to his announced intention of leaving on the following morning, much to Arethusa"s fury.
She tried coaxing and threats of future silence, and even tears; all to no avail. Timothy"s resolution was absolutely unshaken. His "Good-bye, Arethusa!" was of the very essence of tragedy. Ross found it necessary to look hastily in another direction.
"Please stay, Timothy," pleaded Arethusa for about the hundredth time, even after this "Good-bye!" "Please stay!" Then as a supreme inducement and a last resort.... "Mr. Bennet said last night that if you would, he would get you an invitation to the January Cotillion next week.
Everybody is crazy for them; they give so awfully few away. But he can get you one, and he said he"d be very glad to, too. He"s a Governor,"
proudly.
She had been holding tight to Timothy"s hands all this while in her effort to induce him to prolong his visit; but now he rudely wrenched them loose and drew himself to the very tallest of his tall self.
"I wouldn"t go anywhere that man was," he exclaimed fiercely, "if he paid me a million dollars a minute! Not unless it was to his funeral, and I"d attend that with the greatest pleasure, and even pay for the privilege of getting into the cemetery!"
"Timothy Jarvis! Aren"t you ashamed of yourself? Mr. Bennet said he liked you! He was being kind!"
"Well, he needn"t be kind to me, for I certainly don"t want any of his kindness! I can get along a great deal better without it! You can tell him that from me, if you please! And _I_ most certainly didn"t like _him_! He"s a four-flusher, for fair, if ever _I_ saw one!"
And before Arethusa had even begun to recover from the Awfulness of this Speech, Timothy of the Sore Heart had run on down the steps, was safe in the automobile, and Clay had driven away with him.
Arethusa could not possibly follow.