The band was silent while its leader peered down upon the floor waiting his signal. He turned suddenly and the trumpets broke forth into the notes of a dignified march. All eyes turned to the front of the hall, where the knights, in their robes, preceded by the grand seneschal, bearing his staff of office, were emerging slowly from the outer door into the aisle. When the stage was reached, the procession formed in long lines, facing inward on the steps, making a path through which the governors, who were distinguished by scarlet robes, came attending the person of the king.
"All hail the king!" A crowd of knights in evening dress, who were honorary members of the organization and had no parts in costume, sent up the shout.
"Hail to Midas!"
"Isn"t he n.o.ble and grand?" shouted Raridan in Miss Marshall"s ear. A murmur ran through the hall as Wheaton was recognized; his name was pa.s.sed to those who did not know him, and everybody applauded. He was really imposing in the robes of his kingship. He walked with a fitting deliberation among his escort. He was conscious of the lights, the applause, the music, and of the fact that he was the center of it all.
The cheers were subsiding as the party neared the throne.
"I"ll wager he"s badly frightened," said Raridan to Saxton.
"Don"t you think it," declared Saxton, "he looks as cool as a cuc.u.mber."
"Oh, he"s cool enough," grumbled Raridan.
"You see what envy will do for a man," remarked Saxton to Miss Marshall.
"Mr. Raridan"s simply perishing because he isn"t there himself. But what"s this?"
The king had reached his throne and faced the audience. All the knights bowed low; the king returned the salutation while the audience cheered.
"It"s like a comic opera," said Miss Marshall.
The supreme knight advanced and handed Wheaton the scepter and there was renewed applause and cheering.
"Only funnier," said Raridan. "Yell, Saxton, yell!" He rose to his feet and led his end of the house in cheering. "It makes me think of old times at football," he declared, sinking back into his chair with an air of exhaustion, and wiping his face.
The king had seated himself, and expectancy again possessed the hall.
The band struck up another air, and a line of girls in filmy, trailing gowns was filing in.
"There are the foolish virgins who didn"t fill their lamps," said Raridan; "that"s why they have brought bouquets."
"But they ought to have got their gowns at the same place," said Miss Marshall, who was abetting Raridan in his comments. Miss Warren and Saxton, on the other side of her, were taking it all more seriously.
"It"s really very pretty and impressive," Miss Warren declared, "and not at all silly as I feared it might be."
"Well, _that_ is very pretty," replied Saxton.
The queen, following her ladies in waiting, had appeared at the door.
There was a pause, a murmur, and then a great burst of applause as those who were in the secret identified the queen, and those who were not learned it as Evelyn"s name pa.s.sed from lip to lip. Whatever there was of absurdity in the scene was dispelled by Evelyn"s loveliness and dignity. Her white gown intensified her fairness, and her long court train added an illusion of height. She carried her head high, with a serene air that was habitual. The charm that set her apart from other girls was in no wise lost in the mock splendor of this ceremony.
"She"s as lovely as a bride," murmured Belle Marshall, so low that only Raridan heard her. Something caught in his throat and he looked steadily down upon the approaching queen and said nothing. The supreme knight descended to escort the queen to the dais. The king came down to meet her and led her to a place beside him, where they turned and faced the applauding crowd.
The grand chamberlain now stepped forward and read the proclamation of the Knights of Midas, announcing that the king had reached their city, and urging upon all subjects the duty of showing strict obedience. He read a formula to which Evelyn and Wheaton made responses. A page stood beside the queen holding a crown, which glittered with false brilliants upon a richly embroidered pillow, and when the king knelt before her, she placed it upon his head. At this there was more cheering and handclapping. Saxton glanced toward Raridan as he beat his own hands together, expecting one of Raridan"s gibes at the chamberlain"s bombast; but there was a fierce light in Raridan"s eyes that Saxton had never seen there before. He was staring before him at Evelyn Porter, as she now sat beside Wheaton on the tawdry throne; his face was white and his lips were set. Saxton was struck with sorrow for him.
There was a stir throughout the hall. The king and queen were descending; the floor manager was already manifesting his authority.
"Let"s stay here until the grand march is over," said Raridan. He had partly regained his spirits, and was again pointing out people of interest on the floor below.
"Now wasn"t it magnificent?" he demanded.
"Wasn"t Evelyn lovely?" exclaimed the girls in a breath.
"We didn"t need this circus to prove it, did we?" asked Raridan cynically.
"Aren"t there any more exercises--is it all over?" cried Miss Marshall.
"Bless us, no!" replied Raridan.
The evolutions of the grand march were now in progress and they stood watching it.
"They didn"t get enough rehearsals for this," said Raridan. "Look at that mix up!" One of the knights had tripped and stumbled over the skirt of his robe. "They ought to behead him for that."
"Mr. Raridan"s terribly severe," said Saxton. The king and queen, leading the march, were pa.s.sing under the box.
"The king really looks scared," remarked Miss Warren.
"Yes; he"s rather conscious of his clothes," said Raridan. "His train rattles him." Evelyn glanced up at them and laughed and nodded.
Before the march broke up into dancing they went down from the gallery.
On the floor, the older people were resolving themselves into lay figures against the wall. They found Mr. Porter leaning against one of the rude supports of the gallery, wondering whether he might now escape to the retirement of the cloak-room to get his hat and cigar. The young people burst upon him with congratulations.
"You must he dying of pride," exclaimed Miss Marshall.
"Evelyn never looked better," declared Miss Warren. "It was splendid!"
"We are proud to know you, sir," said Raridan, shaking hands.
"I surely came to Clarkson in the right year," said Saxton.
Porter regarded them with the patronizing smile which he kept for those who praised Evelyn to his face.
"The only thing now," he said, "is to get that girl home before daylight."
"Oh, the queen gives her own orders," said Raridan. "You"ll never be boss at the Hill any more!" He was bringing up all the unattached men he knew to present them to the visitors. He never forgot any one, and not merely the debutantes of other years, but girls that were voted slow in the brutal court of social opinion, were always sure of rescue at his hands. Evelyn and Wheaton were bearing down upon them; Evelyn, flushed and happy, and Wheaton in a glow from the exercise of the march and a dance with her. There was a fusillade of interjections as many crowded about with praise of the leading actors. It was all breathless and incoherent. The crowd was uncomfortably large, and the hall was hot.
Porter found General Whipple and escaped with him to the smoking room.
Young men were everywhere writing their names on elaborate dance cards.
"Save a few for us," Raridan pleaded airily as the men he had introduced hovered about Evelyn"s guests. He made no effort to speak to Evelyn, who was besieged by a throng that wished to congratulate her or to dance with her. She gave Saxton her fingers through a rift in the crowd and he turned again to find himself deserted. Raridan was dancing with Belle Marshall and Annie Warren nodded to him over the shoulder of a youth who had waltzed her away. While Saxton waited for the quadrilles to which his dancing limitations restricted him, he made a circuit of the room.
Mrs. Whipple was holding forth to a group of dowagers but turned from them to him.
"I"m hardly sure of you without Warry, and this is the first time I"ve seen you alone. Of course, you were looking for me!"
"That"s what I came for."
"Please say something more like that. I saw you come in, young man; they are very nice girls, too."
She was trying to remember who had told her that Saxton was stupid.
"How did you like it? This was your first, I think."