"In my case, I don"t choose to call it flirtation," returned Dunham. "My purpose, I am bound to say, was thoroughly unselfish and kindly."
"My dear fellow," said Staniford, with a bitter smile, "there can be no unselfishness and no kindliness between us and young girls, unless we mean business,--love-making. You may be sure that they feel it so, if they don"t understand it so."
"I don"t agree with you. I don"t believe it. My own experience is that the sweetest and most generous friendships may exist between us, without a thought of anything else. And as to making love, I must beg you to remember that my love has been made once for all. I never dreamt of showing Miss Blood anything but polite attention."
"Then what are you troubled about?"
"I am troubled--" Dunham stopped helplessly, and Staniford laughed in a challenging, disagreeable way, so that the former perforce resumed:
"I"m troubled about--about her possible misinterpretation."
"Oh! Then in this case of sweet and generous friendship the party of the second part may have construed the sentiment quite differently! Well, what do you want me to do? Do you want me to take the contract off your hands?"
"You put it grossly," said Dunham.
"And _you_ put it offensively!" cried the other. "My regard for the young lady is as reverent as yours. You have no right to miscolor my words."
"Staniford, you are too bad," said Dunham, hurt even more than angered.
"If I"ve come to you in the wrong moment--if you are vexed at anything, I"ll go away, and beg your pardon for boring you."
Staniford was touched; he looked cordially into his friend"s face. "I _was_ vexed at something, but you never can come to me at the wrong moment, old fellow. I beg _your_ pardon. _I_ see your difficulty plainly enough, and I think you"re quite right in proposing to hold up,--for that"s what you mean, I take it?"
"Yes," said Dunham, "it is. And I don"t know how she will like it. She will be puzzled and grieved by it. I hadn"t thought seriously about the matter till this morning, when she didn"t come to breakfast. You know I"ve been in the habit of asking her to walk with me every night after tea; but Sat.u.r.day evening you were with her, and last night I felt sore about the affairs of the day, and rather dull, and I didn"t ask her. I think she noticed it. I think she was hurt."
"You think so?" said Staniford, peculiarly.
"I might not have thought so," continued Dunham, "merely because she did not come to breakfast; but her blushing when she looked across at dinner really made me uneasy."
"Very possibly you"re right." Staniford mused a while before he spoke again. "Well, what do you wish me to do?"
"I must hold up, as you say, and of course she will feel the difference.
I wish--I wish at least you wouldn"t avoid her, Staniford. That"s all.
Any little attention from you--I know it bores you--would not only break the loneliness, but it would explain that--that my--attentions didn"t--ah--hadn"t meant anything."
"Oh!"
"Yes; that it"s common to offer them. And she"s a girl of so much force of character that when she sees the affair in its true light--I suppose I"m to blame! Yes, I ought to have told her at the beginning that I was engaged. But you can"t force a fact of that sort upon a new acquaintance: it looks silly." Dunham hung his head in self-reproach.
"Well?" asked Staniford.
"Well, that"s all! No, it _isn"t_ all, either. There"s something else troubles me. Our poor little friend is a blackguard, I suppose?"
"Hicks?"
"Yes."
"You have invited him to be the leader of your orchestra, haven"t you?"
"Oh, don"t, Staniford!" cried Dunham in his helplessness. "I should hate to see her dependent in any degree upon that little cad for society."
Cad was the last English word which Dunham had got himself used to.
"That was why I hoped that you wouldn"t altogether neglect her. She"s here, and she"s no choice but to remain. We can"t leave her to herself without the danger of leaving her to Hicks. You see?"
"Well," said Staniford gloomily, "I"m not sure that you couldn"t leave her to a worse cad than Hicks." Dunham looked up in question. "To me, for example."
"Oh, hallo!" cried Dunham.
"I don"t see how I"m to be of any use," continued the other. "I"m not a squire of dames; I should merely make a mess of it."
"You"re mistaken, Staniford,--I"m sure you are,--in supposing that she dislikes you," urged his friend.
"Oh, very likely."
"I know that she"s simply afraid of you."
"Don"t flatter, Dunham. Why should I care whether she fears me or affects me? No, my dear fellow. This is irretrievably your own affair.
I should be glad to help you out if I knew how. But I don"t. In the mean time your duty is plain, whatever happens. You can"t overdo the sweet and the generous in this wicked world without paying the penalty."
Staniford smiled at the distress in which Dunham went his way. He understood very well that it was not vanity, but the liveliness of a sensitive conscience, that had made Dunham search his conduct for the offense against the young girl"s peace of heart which he believed he had committed, and it was the more amusing because he was so guiltless of harm. Staniford knew who was to blame for the headache and the blush. He knew that Dunham had never gone so far; that his chivalrous pleasure in her society might continue for years free from flirtation. But in spite of this conviction a little poignant doubt made itself felt, and suddenly became his whole consciousness. "Confound him!" he mused. "I wonder if she really could care anything for him!" He shut his book, and rose to his feet with such a burning in his heart that he could not have believed himself capable of the greater rage he felt at what he just then saw. It was Lydia and Hicks seated together in the place where he had sat with her. She leaned with one arm upon the rail, in an att.i.tude that brought all her slim young grace into evidence. She seemed on very good terms with him, and he was talking and making her laugh as Staniford had never heard her laugh before--so freely, so heartily.
XIII.
The atoms that had been tending in Staniford"s being toward a certain form suddenly arrested and shaped themselves anew at the vibration imparted by this laughter. He no longer felt himself Hicks"s possible inferior, but vastly better in every way, and out of the turmoil of his feelings in regard to Lydia was evolved the distinct sense of having been trifled with. Somehow, an advantage had been taken of his sympathies and purposes, and his forbearance had been treated with contempt.
The conviction was neither increased nor diminished by the events of the evening, when Lydia brought out some music from her state-room, and Hicks appeared, flute in hand, from his, and they began practicing one of the pieces together. It was a pretty enough sight. Hicks had been gradually growing a better-looking fellow; he had an undeniable picturesqueness, as he bowed his head over the music towards hers; and she, as she held the sheet with one hand for him to see, while she noiselessly accompanied herself on the table with the fingers of the other, and tentatively sang now this pa.s.sage and now that, was divine.
The picture seemed pleasing to neither Staniford nor Dunham; they went on deck together, and sat down to their cigarettes in their wonted place. They did not talk of Lydia, or of any of the things that had formed the basis of their conversation hitherto, but Staniford returned to his Colorado scheme, and explained at length the nature of his purposes and expectations. He had discussed these matters before, but he had never gone into them so fully, nor with such cheerful earnestness.
He said he should never marry,--he had made up his mind to that; but he hoped to make money enough to take care of his sister"s boy Jim handsomely, as the little chap had been named for him. He had been thinking the matter over, and he believed that he should get back by rail and steamer as soon as he could after they reached Trieste. He was not sorry he had come; but he could not afford to throw away too much time on Italy, just then.
Dunham, on his part, talked a great deal of Miss Hibbard, and of some curious psychological characteristics of her dyspepsia. He asked Staniford whether he had ever shown him the photograph of Miss Hibbard taken by Sarony when she was on to New York the last time: it was a three-quarters view, and Dunham thought it the best she had had done. He spoke of her generous qualities, and of the interest she had always had in the Diet Kitchen, to which, as an invalid, her attention had been particularly directed: and he said that in her last letter she had mentioned a project for establishing diet kitchens in Europe, on the Boston plan. When their talk grew more impersonal and took a wider range, they gathered suggestion from the situation, and remarked upon the immense solitude of the sea. They agreed that there was something weird in the long continuance of fine weather, and that the moon had a strange look. They spoke of the uncertainty of life. Dunham regretted, as he had often regretted before, that his friend had no fixed religious belief; and Staniford gently accepted his solicitude, and said that he had at least a conviction if not a creed. He then begged Dunham"s pardon in set terms for trying to wound his feelings the day before; and in the silent hand-clasp that followed they renewed all the cordiality of their friendship. From time to time, as they talked, the music from below came up fitfully, and once they had to pause as Lydia sang through the song that she and Hicks were practicing.
As the days pa.s.sed their common interest in the art brought Hicks and the young girl almost constantly together, and the sound of their concerting often filled the ship. The musicales, less formal than Dunham had intended, and perhaps for that reason a source of rapidly diminishing interest with him, superseded both ring-toss and shuffle-board, and seemed even more acceptable to the ship"s company as an entertainment. One evening, when the performers had been giving a piece of rather more than usual excellence and difficulty, one of the sailors, deputed by his mates, came aft, with many clumsy shows of deference, and asked them to give Marching through Georgia. Hicks found this out of his repertory, but Lydia sang it. Then the group at the forecastle shouted with one voice for Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, the Boys are Marching, and so beguiled her through the whole list of war-songs. She ended with one unknown to her listeners, but better than all the rest in its pathetic words and music, and when she had sung The Flag"s come back to Tennessee, the spokesman of the sailors came aft again, to thank her for his mates, and to say they would not spoil that last song by asking for anything else. It was a charming little triumph for her, as she sat surrounded by her usual court: the captain was there to countenance the freedom the sailors had taken, and Dunham and Staniford stood near, but Hicks, at her right hand, held the place of honor.
The next night Staniford found her alone in the waist of the ship, and drew up a stool beside the rail where she sat.
"We all enjoyed your singing so much, last night, Miss Blood. I think Mr. Hicks plays charmingly, but I believe I prefer to hear your voice alone."
"Thank you," said Lydia, looking down, demurely.
"It must be a great satisfaction to feel that you can give so much pleasure."
"I don"t know," she said, pa.s.sing the palm of one hand over the back of the other.
"When you are a _prima donna_ you mustn"t forget your old friends of the Aroostook. We shall all take vast pride in you."
It was not a question, and Lydia answered nothing. Staniford, who had rather obliged himself to this advance, with some dim purpose of showing that nothing had occurred to alienate them since the evening, of their promenade, without having proved to himself that it was necessary to do this, felt that he was growing angry. It irritated him to have her sit as unmoved after his words as if he had not spoken.