For there they sat--Marion erect and rigid, with her eyes fixed on her sister, and her hand raised in att.i.tude of warning; and Miss O"Halloran, in the same fixed att.i.tude, looked eagerly at Marion, her eyes wide open, her lips parted, and one of her hands also half raised in the involuntary expression of amazement, or the mechanical suggestion of secrecy, Miss O"Halloran"s emotion was not so strong as that of Marion, but then her nature was more placid, and the att.i.tude of each was in full accordance with their respective characters. They sat there in that att.i.tude, altogether unconscious of me and of my gaze, with deep emotion visible on their faces, and unmistakable, yet why that emotion should be caused by that advertis.e.m.e.nt I could not for the life of me imagine.
"Well," said O"Halloran, "what do ye think of that now? Isn"t that a spicimin of thrue Canajin grade? The man threw his loife away for a few pince."
As O"Halloran spoke, the ladies recovered their presence of mind. They started. Hiss O"Halloran saw my eyes fixed on her, flushed up a little, and looked away. As for Marion, she too saw my look, but, instead of turning her eyes away, she fixed them on me for an instant with a strange and most intense gaze, which seemed to spring from her dark, solemn, l.u.s.trous eyes, and pierce me through and through. But it was only for an instant. Then her eyes fell, and there remained not a trace of their past excitement in either of them.
I confess I was utterly confounded at this. These two ladies perceived in that advertis.e.m.e.nt of mine a certain meaning which showed that they must have some idea of the cause of the fate of the imaginary Verrier.
And what was this that they knew; and how much did they know? Was it possible that they could know the lady herself? It seemed probable.
The idea filled me with intense excitement, and made me determine here on the spot, and at once, to pursue my search after the unknown lady.
But how? One way alone seemed possible, and that was by telling a simple, unvarnished tale of my own actual adventure.
This decision I reached in little more than a minute, and, before either of the ladies had made a reply to O"Halloran"s last remark, I answered him in as easy a tone as I could a.s.sume.
"Oh," I said, "I can tell you all about that."
"You!" cried O"Halloran.
"You!" cried Miss O"Halloran.
"You!" cried Marion, and she and her sister fixed their eyes upon me with unmistakable excitement, and seemed to antic.i.p.ate all that I might be going to say.
This, of course, was all the more favorable to my design, and, seeing such immediate success, I went on headlong.
"You see," said I, "I put that notice in myself."
"_You_!" cried O"Halloran, Miss O"Halloran, Marion, this time in greater surprise than before.
"Yes," said I. "I did it because I was very anxious to trace some one, and this appeared to be the way that was at once the most certain, and at the same time the least likely to excite suspicion."
"Suspicion?"
"Yes--for the one whom I wished to trace was a lady."
"A lady!" said O"Halloran. "Aha! you rogue, so that"s what ye"er up to, is it? An" there isn"t a word of truth in this about Verrier?"
"Yes, there is," said I, "He was really drowned, but I don"t know his name, and Paul Terrier, and the disconsolate father, Pierre, are altogether imaginary names. But I"ll tell you all about it."
"Be dad, an" I"d be glad if ye would, for this exorjium sthrikes me as the most schupindous bit of schamin that I"ve encounthered for a month of Sundays."
While I was saying this, the ladies did not utter a single syllable.
But if they were silent, it was not from want of interest. Their eyes were fixed on mine as though they were bound to me by some powerful spell; their lips parted, and, in their intense eagerness to hear what it was that I had to say, they did not pretend to conceal their feelings. Miss O"Halloran was seated in an arm-chair. Her left arm leaned upon it, and her hand mechanically pressed her forehead as she devoured me with her gaze. Marion was seated on a common chair, and sat with one elbow on the table, her hands clasped tight, her body thrown slightly forward, and her eyes fixed on mine with an intensity of gaze that was really embarra.s.sing.
And now all this convinced me that they must know all about it, and emboldened me to go on. Now was the time, I felt, to press my search --now or never.
So I went on--
"Conticuere omnes, intentique ora tenebaut Inde toro Sandy Macrorie sic orsus ab alto: Infandum, Regina, jubes renovare dolorem."
That"s about it. Rather a hackneyed quotation, of course, but a fellow like me isn"t supposed to know much about Latin, and it is uncommonly appropriate. And, I tell you what it is, since Aeneas entertained Dido on that memorable occasion, few fellows have had such an audience as that which gathered round me, as I sat in that hospitable parlor, and told about my adventure on the ice.
Such an audience was enough to stimulate any man. I felt the stimulus.
I"m not generally considered fluent, or good at description, and I"m not much of a talker; but all that I ever lacked on ordinary occasions I made amends for on that evening. I began at the beginning, from the time I was ordered off. Then I led my spellbound audience over the crumbling ice, till the sleigh came. Then I indulged in a thrilling description of the runaway horse and the lost driver. Then I portrayed the lady floating in a sleigh, and my rescue of her. Of course, for manifest reasons, which every gentleman will appreciate, I didn"t bring myself forward more prominently than I could help. Then followed that journey over the ice, the pa.s.sage of the ice-ridge, the long, interminable march, the fainting lady, the broad channel near the sh.o.r.e, the-white gleam of the ice-cone at Montmorency, my wild leap, and my mad dash up the bank to the Frenchman"s house.
Up to this moment my audience sat, as I have before remarked, I think, simply spellbound. O"Halloran was on one side of me, with his chin on his breast, and his eyes glaring at me from beneath his bushy eyebrows.
Marion sat rigid and motionless, with her hands clasped, and her eyes fixed on the floor. Miss O"Halloran never took her eyes off my face, but kept them on mine as though they were riveted there. At times she started nervously, and shifted her position, and fidgeted in her chair, but never did she remove her eyes. Once, when I came to the time when I led my companion over the ice-ridge, I saw a shudder pa.s.s through her.
Once again, when I came to that moment when my companion fainted, Marion gave a kind of gasp, and I saw Miss O"Halloran reach out her hand, and clasp the clinched hands of her sister; but with these exceptions there was no variation in their att.i.tude or manner.
And now I tuned my harp to a lighter strain, which means that I proceeded to give an account of my journey after the doctor, his start, my slumbers, my own start, our meeting, the doctor"s wrath, my pursuasion, our journey, our troubles, our arrival at the house, our final crushing disappointment, the doctor"s brutal raillery, my own meekness, and our final return home. Then, without mentioning Jack Randolph, I explained the object of the advertis.e.m.e.nt--
"Sic Sandy Macrorie, intentis omnibus, unus Fata renarrabat Divum, cursusque docebat, Conticuit taudem--"
[Hack Latin, of course, but then, you know, if one does quote Latin, that is the only sort that can be understood by the general reader.]
The conclusion of my story produced a marked effect. O"Halloran roused himself and sat erect with a smile on his face and a good natured twinkle in his eyes. Miss O"Halloran lowered her eyes and held down her head, and once, when I reached that point in my story where the bird was flown, she absolutely laughed out. Marion"s solemn and beautiful face also underwent a change. A softer expression came over it; she raised her eyes and fixed them with burning intensity on mine. Her hands relaxed the rigid clasp with which they had held one a another, and she settled herself into an easier position on the chair.
"Well, be jakers!" exclaimed one O"Halloran when I had concluded, "it bates the wurruld. What a lucky dog ye are! Advintures come tumblin"
upon ye dee afther dee. But will ye ivor foind the leedee?"
I shook my head.
"I"m afraid not," said I, disconsolately. "I put out that advertis.e.m.e.nt with a faint hope that the lady"s sympathy with the unfortunate driver might lead her to make herself known."
At this point the ladies rose. It getting late, and they bade adieu and retired. Marion went out rather abruptly, Miss O"Halloran rather slowly, and not without a final smile of bewitching sweetness. I was going too, but O"Halloran would not think of it. He declared that the evening had just begun. Now that the ladies were gone we would have the field to ourselves. He a.s.sured me that I had nothing in particular to do, and might easily wait and join him in "something warrum."
Chapter XVII.
"SOMETHIN" WARRUM."
I must say I was grievously disappointed at the departure of the ladies. It was late enough in all conscience for such a move, but the time had pa.s.sed quickly, and I was not aware of how late it was.
Besides, I had hoped that something would fall from them that would throw light on the great mystery. But nothing of the kind occurred.
They retired without saying any thing more than the commonplaces of social life. What made it worse was, the fact that my story has produced such a tremendous effect on both of them. That could not be concealed. They evidently knew something about the lady whom I had rescued; and, if they chose, they could put me in the way of discovery.
Then, in Heaven"s name, why didn"t they? Why did they go off in this style, without a word, leaving me a prey to suspense of the worst kind?
It was cruel. It was unkind. It was ungenerous. It was unjust. It was unfair.
One thing alone remained to comfort and encourage me, and that was the recollection of Miss O"Halloran"s bewitching smile. The sweetness of that smile lingered in my memory and seemed to give me hope. I would see her again. I would ask her directly, and she would not have the heart to refuse. Marion"s graver face did not inspire that confident hope which was caused by the more genial and sympathetic manner of her sprightly elder sister.
Such was my thoughts after the ladies had taken their departure. But these thoughts were soon interrupted and diverted to another channel.
O"Halloran rang for a servant and ordered up what he called "somethin"
warrum." That something soon appeared in the shape of two decanters, a kettle of hot water, a sugar bowl, tumblers, wine-gla.s.ses, spoons, and several other things, the list of which was closed by pipes and tobacco.
O"Halloran was beyond a doubt an Irishman, and a patriotic one at that, but for "somethin" warrum" he evidently preferred Scotch whiskey to that which is produced on the Emerald Sod. Beneath the benign influences of this draught he became more confidential, and I grew more serene. We sat. We quaffed the fragrant draught. We inhaled the cheerful nicotic fumes. We became friendly, communicative, sympathetic.
O"Halloran, however, was more talkative than I, and consequently had more to say. If I"m not a good talker, I"m at least an excellent listener, and that was all my new friend wanted. And so he went on talking, quite indifferent as to any answers of mine; and, as I always prefer the ease of listening to the drudgery of talking, we were both well satisfied and mutually delighted.