Mr. Craske, thrown out of countenance by so much directness, could only stare; the same did the others, though some few t.i.ttered, for Mr. Craske, when all was said, was held in no great esteem by the discriminant.
Mr. Caryll lowered his gla.s.s. "I"ve heard it said by the uncharitable that ye were a lackey before ye became a plagiarist. "Tis a rumor I shall contradict in future; "tis plainly a lie, for your voice betrays you to have been a chairman."
"Sir--sir--" spluttered the poetaster, crimson with anger and mortification. "Is this--is this--seemly--between gentlemen?"
"Between gentlemen it would not be seemly," Mr. Caryll agreed.
Mr. Craske, quivering, yet controlling himself, bowed stiffly. "I have too much respect for myself--" he gasped.
"Ye"ll be singular in that, no doubt," said Mr. Caryll, and turned his shoulder upon him.
Again Mr. Craske appeared to make an effort at self-control; again he bowed. "I know--I hope--what is due to the Lady Mary Deller, to--to answer you as--as befits. But you shall hear from me, sir. You shall hear from me."
He bowed a third time--a bow that took in the entire company--and withdrew in high dudgeon and with a great show of dignity. A pause ensued, and then the Lady Mary reproved Mr. Caryll.
"Oh, "twas cruel in you, sir," she cried. "Poor Mr. Craske! And to dub him plagiarist! "Twas the unkindest cut of all!"
"Truth, madam, is never kind."
"Oh, fie! You make bad worse!" she cried.
"He"ll put you in the pillory of his verse for this," laughed Collis.
"Ye"ll be most scurvily lampooned for"t."
"Poor Mr. Craske!" sighed the Lady Mary again.
"Poor, indeed; but not in the sense to deserve pity. An upstart impostor such as that to soil a lady with his criticism!"
Lady Mary"s brows went up. "You use a singular severity, sir," she opined, "and I think it unwise in you to grow so hot in the defence of a reputation whose owner has so little care for it herself."
Mr. Caryll looked at her out of his level gray-green eyes; a hot answer quivered on his tongue, an answer that had crushed her venom for some time and had probably left him with a quarrel on his hands. Yet his smile, as he considered her, was very sweet, so sweet that her ladyship, guessing nothing of the bitterness it was used to cover, went as near a smirk as it was possible for one so elegant. He was, she judged, another victim ripe for immolation on the altar of her G.o.ddessship. And Mr.
Caryll, who had taken her measure very thoroughly, seeing something of how her thoughts were running, bethought him of a sweeter vengeance.
"Lady Mary," he cried, a soft reproach in his voice, "I have been sore mistook in you if you are one to be guided by the rabble." And he waved a hand toward the modish throng.
She knit her fine brows, bewildered.
"Ah!" he cried, interpreting her glance to suit his ends, "perish the thought, indeed! I knew that I could not be wrong. I knew that one so peerless in all else must be peerless, too, in her opinions; judging for herself, and standing firm upon her judgment in disdain of meaner souls--mere sheep to follow their bell-wether."
She opened her mouth to speak, but said nothing, being too intrigued by this sudden and most sweet flattery. Her mere beauty had oft been praised, and in terms that glowed like fire. But what was that compared with this fine appreciation of her less obvious mental parts--and that from one who had seen the world?
Mr. Caryll was bending over her. "What a chance is here," he was murmuring, "to mark your lofty detachment--to show how utter is your indifference to what the common herd may think."
"As--as how?" she asked, blinking up at him.
The others stood at gaze, scarce yet suspecting the drift of so much talk.
"There is a poor lady yonder, of whose fair name a bubble is being blown and p.r.i.c.ked. I dare swear there"s not a woman here durst speak to her.
Yet what a chance for one that dared! How fine a triumph would be hers!"
He sighed. "Heigho! I almost wish I were a woman, that I might make that triumph mine and mark my superiority to these painted dolls that have neither wit nor courage."
The Lady Mary rose, a faint color in her cheeks, a sparkle in her fine eyes. A great joy flashed into Mr. Caryll"s in quick response; a joy in her--she thought with ready vanity--and a heightening admiration.
"Will you make it yours, as it should be--as it must ever be--to lead and not to follow?" he cried, flattering incredibility trembling in his voice.
"And why not, sir?" she demanded, now thoroughly aroused.
"Why not, indeed--since you are you?" quoth he. "It is what I had hoped in you, and yet--and yet what I had almost feared to hope."
She frowned upon him now, so excellently had he done his work. "Why should you have feared that?"
"Alas! I am a man of little faith--unworthy, indeed, your good opinion since I entertained a doubt. It was a blasphemy."
She smiled again. "You acknowledge your faults with such a grace," said she, "that we must needs forgive them. And now to show you how much you need forgiveness. Come, children," she bade her cousins--for whose innocence she had made apology but a moment back. "Your arm, Harry," she begged her brother-in-law.
Sir Harry obeyed her readily, but without eagerness. In his heart he cursed his friend Caryll for having set her on to this.
Mr. Caryll himself hung upon her other side, his eyes toward Lady Ostermore and Hortensia, who, whilst being observed by all, were being approached by few; and these few confined themselves to an exchange of greetings with her ladyship, which const.i.tuted a worse offence to Mistress Winthrop than had they stayed away.
Suddenly, as if drawn by his ardent gaze, Hortensia"s eyes moved at last from their forward fixity. Her glance met Mr. Caryll"s across the intervening s.p.a.ce. Instantly he swept off his hat, and bowed profoundly.
The action drew attention to himself. All eyes were focussed upon him, and between many a pair there was a frown for one who should dare thus to run counter to the general att.i.tude.
But there was more to follow. The Lady Mary accepted Mr. Caryll"s salutation of Hortensia as a signal. She led the way promptly, and the little band swept forward, straight for its goal, raked by the volleys from a thousand eyes, under which the Lady Mary already began to giggle excitedly.
Thus they reached the countess, the countess standing very rigid in her amazement, to receive them.
"I hope I see your ladyship well," said Lady Mary.
"I hope your ladyship does," answered the countess tartly.
Mistress Winthrop"s eyes were lowered; her cheeks were scarlet. Her distress was plain, born of her doubt of the Lady Mary"s purpose, and suspense as to what might follow.
"I have not the honor of your ward"s acquaintance, Lady Ostermore," said Lady Mary, whilst the men were bowing, and her cousins curtseying to the countess and her companion collectively.
The countess gasped, recovered, and eyed the speaker without any sign of affection. "My husband"s ward, ma"am," she corrected, in a voice that seemed to discourage further mention of Hortensia.
""Tis but a distinction," put in Mr. Caryll suggestively.
"Indeed, yes. Will not your ladyship present me?" The countess"
malevolent eyes turned a moment upon Mr. Caryll, smiling demurely at Lady Mary"s elbow. In his face--as well as in the four words he had uttered--she saw that here was work of his, and he gained nothing in her favor by it. Meanwhile there were no grounds--other than such as must have been wantonly offensive to the Lady Mary, and so not to be dreamed of--upon which to refuse her request. The countess braced herself, and with an ill grace performed the brief ceremony of presentation.
Mistress Winthrop looked up an instant, then down again; it was a piteous, almost a pleading glance.
Lady Mary, leaving the countess to Sir Harry Stapleton, Caryll and the others, moved to Hortensia"s side for a moment she was at loss what to say, and took refuge in a commonplace.
"I have long desired the pleasure of your acquaintance," said she.
"I am honored, madam," replied Hortensia, with downcast eyes. Then lifting them with almost disconcerting suddenness. "Your ladyship has chosen an odd season in which to gratify this desire with which you honor me."