"I see. She"s an artist--that was noticeable in the oysters--if she made the dish."
"Of course she did."
"The coffee was the best I ever drank."
"Was it?"
"You made that, then," remarked the doctor astutely.
"I"m glad it was good," said Rachel demurely.
They had reached the top of the hill. Doctor Barnes insisted that Anthony had been the best steerer of coasting parties known to the juvenile world, and placed him at the helm. Next came Juliet, with both arms clasped as far about her husband"s stalwart frame as they would go. Carey had wanted to be the end man, but Doctor Barnes would have none of it. "You have to take care of Mrs. Robeson," he said firmly, and placed him next. This brought Miss Redding last, and Dr. Roger Barnes, knowing man, as hanger-on behind upon bobs already fairly full. The last man, as every coaster understands, has to be alert to help out any possible bad steering, and so keeps a watchful head thrust half over the shoulder in front.
The foregoing explanation will show how it came about that all down the long, swift descent, Rachel, breathless with the unaccustomed delight of the flight, felt upon her cheek a warm breath, and was conscious of a most extraordinary nearness of the lips which kept saying merry things into her ear. The ear itself grew warm before the bottom of the track was reached.
"That was a great coast," cried the doctor as they reached the end of the long slide. "Now for another. I"m a boy again. This beats the best thing I could have had in town if I hadn"t run across Anthony."
So they had another--and another--and one more. Then Rachel Redding, stopping in front of a small house which lay at the foot of the hill, said good-night to them and slipped away before Barnes had realised what had happened.
"Does she live there?" he questioned Juliet, as the four who were left moved on toward home. Anthony and Wayne were discussing a subject on which they had differed at the top of the hill. "Somehow, I got the impression she lived with you."
"No--but she comes over a good deal. I couldn"t get on without her."
"As a friend?"
Juliet looked up at him. "I think it would be better that you should know, Roger," she said, "and I"m sure Miss Redding herself would prefer it--that I pay her for several hours a day of regular work. You"ve only to see her to understand that she does this simply because it"s the only thing open to her as long as her father and mother can"t spare her to go away. She gave up her college course in the middle because she said they were pining to death for her. They are in very greatly reduced circ.u.mstances, after a lifetime of prosperity. She"s a rare creature--I"m learning to appreciate her more every day. She"s never said a word about her loneliness here, but it shows in her eyes. It"s a perfect delight to me to have her with me, and I mean to give her all the fun I can. For all that demure manner and her Madonna face she"s as full of mischief as a kitten when something starts her off."
"Juliet," said the doctor soberly, turning to look searchingly down at her in the moonlight, "would you be willing to let me come often?"
Juliet looked up quickly. "So that you may see her?" she asked straightforwardly.
"Yes. I won"t pretend it"s anything else. I can tell you honestly that if there were no other reason I should want to come because of my old friendship for you and Anthony, and because this evening in your little home has given me a rare pleasure. I know of no place like it. But I"ll tell you squarely that I want the chance to meet your friend often and at once. If I don"t you will have other people coming out from town----"
"Yes," said Juliet, and something in the way she said it made him ask quickly: "Has that already happened? Am I too late?"
"I don"t know whether you"re too late, but I know that we"ve suddenly grown most attractive to another man from town. If you had gone into Rachel"s home the odour of violets would have met you at the door. He sends them every few days."
"_Ah!_" said the doctor. It was not much of a comment, but it spoke volumes. He had been keen before--he was determined now. Violets--well, there were rarer flowers than those.
XIII.--SMOKE AND TALK
At the house there remained for the guests an hour before the fire, where Juliet brought in something hot and sweet and sour and spicy, which tasted delicious and brought her a shower of compliments while they drank a friendly draught to her. When she had left them, standing in an admiring group on the hearth-rug and wishing her happy dreams, they settled into luxurious positions of ease before the fire--a fire in the last stages of red comfort before it dies into a smoulder of torrid ashes.
"Anthony Robeson," said Wayne Carey, regarding the andirons fixedly over his bed-time pipe, "you"re a happy man."
Anthony laughed contentedly. He had thrown himself down upon the hearth-rug with his head on a pillow pulled from the settle, and lay flat on his back with his hands clasped behind his neck. It was an att.i.tude deeply expressive of masculine comfort.
"You"re exactly right," said he. "And you would be the same if you would give up living in that infernal boarding-house. What do you want to fool with your first year of married life like that for? You told me that Judith was bowled over by our wedding, and was ready to go in for this sort of thing with a will."
"I know it," admitted Carey, "but"--he spoke hesitatingly--"we couldn"t seem to find this sort of thing. You had corralled all there was."
"Nonsense."
"You had. Everything we looked at was so old and mouldy, or so new and inartistic, or so high-priced, or so far away--well, we couldn"t seem to get at it, so we said we"d board a while and wait until we could look around."
"How does it work?"
"Why, I suppose it works very well," said Carey cautiously. "Judith seems contented. We have as good meals as the average in such houses, and the people are rather a nice lot. We"re invited around quite a good deal, and Judith likes that. I ought to like it better than I do, somehow. I"m so confoundedly tired when I get home nights I can"t help thinking of you and Juliet here in this jolly room. There"s an abominable blue and yellow wall-paper on our sitting-room--and it has a way of appearing to turn seasick in the evening under the electrics. Sometimes I think it"s that that makes me feel----"
"Seasick, too?" inquired the doctor with his professional air. He was standing with his arm on the chimney-piece, looking alternately down on his friends and around the long, low room. It _was_ a jolly room--the very essence of comfort and cosiness. It was a beautiful room, too, in a simple way; one which satisfied his sense of harmony in colours and fabrics--a keen sense with him, as it is apt to be with men of his profession.
"Judith likes this, too, you know," Carey went on loyally. "She thinks it"s great. But how to get it for ourselves--that"s another matter.
Somehow, you were lucky."
"Did you ever happen to see," asked Anthony, "a photograph I took, just for fun, of this house as it was when Juliet saw it first? No? Well, just look in that box on the end of the farther bookcase, will you? It"s near the top--there--that"s it."
He lay looking up through half-closed lashes at the two men as they studied the photograph, the doctor leaning over Carey"s shoulder.
"On your word, man, did it look like that?" cried Barnes.
"Just like that."
"Yes, I"ve heard it did," admitted Carey; "but I never quite believed it could have been as bad as that."
"Who planned it all?" the doctor asked, getting possession of the photograph as Carey laid it down, and giving it careful scrutiny.
"My little home-maker."
"Jove--are there any more like her?"
"They"re pretty rare, I understand. Juliet has one in training--one with a good deal of native capacity, I should judge."
"Let me know when her graduation day approaches," remarked the doctor.
When he fell asleep that night in the dainty guest-room Barnes was wondering whether Mrs. Robeson got her own breakfasts, and hoping that she certainly did not, at least when guests were in the house. He was down half an hour earlier than necessary, and to his great satisfaction found a slender figure brushing up ashes and setting the fireplace in order for the morning fire. As he begged leave to help he noted the satin smoothness of Miss Redding"s heavy black hair and the trim perfection of her attire.
She reminded him of his hospital nurses in their immaculate blue and white. When he saw the mistress of the house and found her similarly dressed a certain skepticism grew in his mind.
When he went out to breakfast he murmured in Anthony"s ear: "Just tell me, old fellow--to satisfy the curiosity of a bachelor--do these girls of your household always look like this in the early morning? I know it"s mean--but you will know how to evade me if I"m too impertinent----"
Anthony glanced from Juliet, resembling a pink carnation in her wash frock--February though it was--to Rachel Redding in dark blue and white, and smiled mischievously. "Mrs. Robeson--and Miss Redding--you are challenged," he announced. "Here"s a fine old chump who has an awful suspicion that maybe when there are no guests you come down in calico wrappers with day-before-yesterday"s ap.r.o.ns on."