"I expect to have something mapped out to-morrow," Somerled answered.
"You"ll go on with your trip--your rest cure--I suppose, as you meant to when we--that is, before you were saddled with all this responsibility?"
"I"ve been looking forward to Edinburgh, from the first," said he, evasively.
Aline saw that she would get no more satisfaction, and ceased to risk irritating him; but after her guests had bidden her good-night, she kept me for a talk.
Of course she made me describe the scene between Barrie and her mother, but she was more interested to know how Somerled had looked, what he had said and done, than in my opinion of Mrs. Bal.
"What do _you_ think he means to do?" she appealed to me, desperately.
"Do you think he"s so infatuated with Barrie that he"ll offer to take the girl off her mother"s hands and marry her?"
"I"ve been studying Somerled for both our sakes," I said. "What I think is, he"s been telling himself the girl is too young and all that, and ought to have a chance to meet a lot of other men. Yet he"s seen how she unconsciously attracts every male creature who comes along, and that it"s a danger for her if----"
"_Unconsciously_ attracts! But I forgot, you"re infatuated too. And she _doesn"t_ attract everybody. George Vanneck hardly considers her pretty.
He can"t bear this rising generation of long-legged young colts, he says; and he calls her hair carrots."
"We"ll cross George off the list. It"s long enough without him, and increasing with leaps and bounds. There"ll probably be more names on it by to-morrow night" (evidently I have a prophetic soul). "But to go back to Somerled. Of course he foresaw something of what happened to-day: but Barrie"s face when Mrs. Bal suggested being a sister to her was enough to turn a man of marble into a man of fire; and I don"t think Somerled"s resolutions up to that point were as hard even as sandstone. He must see now, as I do, that there"ll be no place for the poor child with her mother, whether Mrs. Bal marries a millionaire or goes gayly on with her career as an actress. What is to become of a girl like Barrie, left to her own devices, with every man--well, let"s say every _second_ man--who pa.s.ses, stopping to flirt if not to propose? My fear is that Somerled"s resolutions are turning round the other way, and that he"s contemplating himself as permanent guardian--if Barrie"ll take him."
"Take him! She"ll snap at him. She shows her feelings in the most disgusting way. Oh, my _dear_ boy! I apologize. But I have feelings too--as you know only too well."
"I"m afraid she _is_ getting to like him," I said, "but I persuade myself, anyhow, that she"s more in love with love in general than with Somerled in particular. She"s under the influence of the heather moon."
"I"m not going to let her have Somerled!" Aline cried out sharply. "I can"t bear it. Can you?"
"I"m an idiot about the girl," I admitted. "I get worse every day. The more flies that collect round the honey the more I want it myself. I didn"t know I was that sort of person, but I am. The worst of it is, she calls me her brother, which is fatal."
"No, it isn"t. It shan"t be," said Aline. "I shall get her for you."
"Thank you very much," said I.
"I"m not joking. An idea is on its way to me. I"ve been seeing it dimly for days, but its success depended a good deal on Mrs. Bal. Now, her being afraid of me makes it easier. I can"t lie here idle, with all this going on--yet I can"t let _him_ see me as I am. My eyes look hideous.
They"re pink, like an albino"s. Otherwise I wouldn"t listen to the oculist. But I must do something. I begin to see what I _can_ do, if you"ll go on helping me and yourself, and not be a fool."
"I won"t be more of a fool than Nature made me," I a.s.sured her, "though I may be a fool to love that girl."
"No, for you can make her care. Of course you can. She"s hardly more than a child."
"You were married at eighteen," I reminded my sister. "At least you always tell people you were."
"If you were a woman, you"d be a thorough cat! It"s true--I wasn"t much more, but _I_ was mature in mind. I"d seen the world. Barrie MacDonald will make you happy. You"ll play together all your lives, and she can take my place, helping you to write stories. It will be quite a romance for the newspapers. And when she"s out of sight, out of mind with Ian Somerled, he"ll realize that she wasn"t the right one. He"ll come back to me, and see that I was always meant for him."
"A woman"s instinct is often right. Also many a heart is caught in the rebound," said I, falling back on proverbs. And in this way, with the talc that entered Aline"s eyes, malice entered our hearts. Thus we took up our parts of (alleged) villain and villainess.
Next morning, as early as I dared, I sent to ask if I might give Mrs.
Ballantree MacDonald a message from my sister. Word came back that she would see me at once. Five minutes later I was knocking at the door of her sitting-room, and, obeying her "Come in," found myself in the presence of a Vision. She was in one of those tea-gown arrangements like Aline"s, only more so. She had a cap which, I fear, would have made Aline"s look, as they expressively say on the other side, "like thirty cents." And if Morgan P. Bennett had seen the beautiful Barbara then, he would have proposed without hesitating another second. That is, he would have done so if Barrie hadn"t come in before he began. She did come while I was giving Aline"s message to Mrs. Bal, and though she looked as if she hadn"t slept, to me she was more lovable than ever. I tried to convince myself that Aline was right; that this girl and I were made for each other; that, if I could take her away from Somerled, she and I were bound to be happy together forever after.
Mrs. Bal explained that she was later than usual because she had not had a good night, and her chief maid, in reality a trained nurse, had been giving her electric ma.s.sage.
"Now I feel equal," she added, "to tackling the world, the flesh, _et le diable_. Mrs. West is the world. Morgan Bennett"s the _flesh_(he weighs two hundred pounds!) and--I shall be the devil. I always am at a rehearsal. But the mood shan"t come on while I"m with your sister. Now I must go and get dressed. I"ll not be fifteen minutes. Really! You don"t know what I can do in the flying line, when I choose. You may stay and amuse--my little sister."
I knew better than to ask questions. If the girl wanted sympathy she could find it in my eyes, but she would resent pity. I praised Mrs. Bal, and found that I"d struck the right note.
"Yes!" Barrie exclaimed. "Isn"t mother--I mean Barbara--gloriously beautiful? She wants me to call her Barbara, and I shall love it. I shall love to do whatever she wants me to do, I"m sure, because she"s such a darling. Everybody must want to do what she wants them to do, whether it"s right or wrong--though she wouldn"t want anything she _thought_ wrong, of course. Just fancy, she"s given me heaps of pretty things. I begged her not, but she would make me take them--a string of pearls, and this ring--my very first!" (How I wish that I had put her "very first" ring--or kiss--on the finger she displayed!) "And two bangles--and she"s going to pay back Sir S.--I mean Mr. Somerled" (so she has her own name for him!)--"the money he lent me for my father"s brooch. Barbara doesn"t want the brooch. I"m to keep it. And she says she"ll give me an allowance--but she expects Grandma to leave me everything in her will. _I_ don"t--and I"d rather not, though moth----Barbara thinks I shall some day be quite well off. I fancied we were very poor, but Barbara says Grandma must have got back nearly all that was lost, by saving."
I guess that the girl was making talk to show me how well satisfied she was with everything; but whenever she met my eyes she looked away, to interest herself in some photograph or ornament.
In less than the promised fifteen minutes Mrs. Bal appeared again, very lovely and ridiculously young in a short blue serge dress, with a turned down collar that showed her firm white throat. I was allowed to remain with Barrie while "Barbara" went up to see my sister; and the ice being broken between us, we chatted comfortably of everyday things, I unreasonably happy because I had got in ahead of Somerled for once. It began to seem like a game of chess between us; I--directed by Aline--playing against Somerled. If Aline upstairs were at this minute making the move she planned, it would be check to his queen, Barrie of course being queen.
The only questions I ventured to ask the girl, and those in a casual way, were, "Had she heard from or seen Somerled since yesterday afternoon? And what was the programme for her, during this week of the new play in Edinburgh?"
Her answers were that she had neither seen nor heard from Somerled, and that she didn"t know what she was to do during the week. She hoped to see something of Edinburgh. She supposed we--and Mr. Somerled--would soon be leaving for the west or north. But she had written Mr. Douglas, by Barbara"s request, and he was very nice. He might be counted on to show her things. He was invited to call this afternoon with his cousin.
Jack Morrison had written asking to come too, and Barbara said that he might do so--bringing his three friends. She--Barrie--must be very, very careful always to say "Barbara" and never--the _other_. She could _quite_ understand now how the darling felt, though it had seemed queer at first.
By and by Mrs. Bal returned, and I saw by the light in her eyes and the colour on her cheeks that the conversation with Aline had been interesting. Hardly had she arrived and begun demanding from her various maids various things wanted at the theatre, when Somerled sent up to beg a moment"s talk with her.
"Tell the gentleman I shall be delighted," she said to the hotel servant: and I saw that she was smiling the impish smile which Barrie has inherited.
"So glad you came before I got away!" she exclaimed, shaking hands with Somerled. "Five minutes more and I should have missed you. I"m due at the theatre now. The poor wretches are rehearsing without me, but I must turn up for a scene, at eleven!"
"I won"t keep you five minutes," said Somerled, quietly. "I only want to ask if you"ll let Barrie--provided she"d like it--" he glanced at the girl, whose eyes brightened--"take a few excursions with her friend Mrs.
James and me, in my car this week. You"ll be busy and----"
"I should have been delighted, and I"m sure Barrie would," broke in Mrs.
Bal, "but you"re just too late. A new thing for you, isn"t it? I"ve been having the most charming visit with Mrs. West, who is better, but must keep to her rooms for two or three days. Her car will be eating its head off unless it"s used, and I"ve promised that her friends the Vannecks--such _nice_ people! I met them in Mrs. West"s sitting-room--and Mr. Norman shall have Barrie for--probably--the very excursions you have in mind. Too bad! But first come, first served!
You"ve all been so good to this girl, one hardly knows how to choose between you. But I thought Mrs. James was going home at once? I understood from Barrie that she said so last night?"
"She has decided to stay until the little surprise I"m trying to arrange for her, comes off--or on. She doesn"t know what it is, but she pays me the compliment of taking it on trust. She"ll be disappointed at having to give up the motor runs she was looking forward to with Barrie."
"You"ve plenty of old friends in Edinburgh, I"m sure," suggested Mrs.
Bal, "and you can make up a party to console dear Mrs. James for the loss of Barrie."
"I don"t believe Mrs. James can be induced to take any excursions without Barrie," said Somerled: which meant that he didn"t intend to leave Edinburgh while the girl was in it and at the mercy of her erratic parent. I thought he was anxious Barrie should understand that he was not going to desert her. Perhaps she did understand, for she is quick in penetration; but her own pride, and loyalty to Mrs. Bal, kept her from showing that she felt need of protection, or even that she supposed Somerled to be offering it. She did show, however, that it grieved her to refuse his invitation. She took the "tip" he gave and put it all upon Mrs. James: how sorry she was not to do any more sight-seeing with dear Mrs. James. But I knew that the name in her heart was not the name on her tongue.
Aline had scored. I wanted to know just how, and how far, but I determined not to leave Barrie with Somerled. I needn"t have worried, however, for Mrs. Bal and I had the same thought. She asked if Barrie would like to go to the theatre with her and watch a rehearsal.
Naturally, Barrie said yes, and Somerled and I saw them off in the smaller of the two motor-cars which Morgan Bennett had placed at Mrs.
Bal"s service for the Edinburgh week. As for Bennett himself, he was apparently "lying low," by her wish or his own; but I expected to see him at the theatre that night. Of course, we were all going to turn out in full force for "The Nelly Affair." Somerled had taken a box, he told me, and proceeded to invite the whole party; but there also Aline had got in ahead. During Mrs. Bal"s call upon her, they had arranged that the Vannecks and I should sit with Barrie in stalls offered by the Star.
Mrs. Bal had (she a.s.sured us fluently, before starting off in her car) intended asking Somerled and Mrs. James too, and stalls were provided for them. But as he had already engaged a box, she would give the seats to the two Douglases. Perhaps he--Somerled--would have room in his box for those nice American boys, of whom Barrie seemed so fond?
Aline was eagerly waiting for me to come back and congratulate her upon her great success. She wanted to tell me everything; but her desire to talk was nothing compared with my yearning to hear.
"It"s all right," she began. "I"ve made a bargain with Mrs. Bal. I told her you were in love with Barrie. That"s the way I broke the ice, after I"d paid her compliments and she"d sympathized about my eyes. I said I"d keep her secret, and answer for the Vannecks, if she"d give you a chance with Barrie."
"By Jove!" I grumbled. "You didn"t mince matters between you! Anything said about Somerled?"
"Why, I told her that the child was fancying herself in love with Ian, and behaving rather foolishly. And I said that Ian was naturally flattered, but that he was the last man to marry a baby like Barrie; and if we didn"t act quickly, the poor little girl might suffer. You must have noticed, Basil, that Mrs. Bal doesn"t like Ian Somerled."