"Warburton, what the devil does this mean--a lieutenant of mine peddling soup around a gentleman"s table?"
XIX
"OH, MISTER BUTLER!"
Warburton had never lacked that rare and peculiar gift of immediately adapting himself to circ.u.mstances. To lie now would be folly, worse than useless. He had addressed this man at his side by his military t.i.tle. He stood committed. He saw that he must throw himself wholly on the colonel"s mercy and his sense of the humorous. He pointed toward the stables and drew the colonel after him; but the colonel held back.
"That rose first; I insist upon having that rose till you have given me a satisfactory account of yourself."
Warburton reluctantly surrendered his treasure. Force of habit is a peculiar one. The colonel had no real authority to demand the rose; but Warburton would no more have thought of disobeying than of running away.
"You will give it back to me?"
"That remains to be seen. Go on; I am ready to follow you. And I do not want any dragging story, either." The colonel spoke impatiently.
Warburton led him into his room and turned on the light. The colonel seated himself on the edge of the cot and lighted a fresh cigar.
"Well, sir, out with it. I am waiting."
Warburton took several turns about the room. "I don"t know how the deuce to begin, Colonel. It began with a joke that turned out wrong."
"Indeed?"--sarcastically. "Let me hear about this joke."
M"sieu Zhames dallied no longer, but plunged boldly into his narrative.
Sometimes the colonel stared at him as if he beheld a species of lunatic absolutely new to him, sometimes he laughed silently, sometimes he frowned.
"That"s all," said Zhames; and he stood watching the colonel with dread in his eyes.
"Well, of all the d.a.m.n fools!"
"Sir?"
"Of all the jacka.s.ses!"
Warburton bit his lip angrily.
The colonel swung the rose to and fro. "Yes, sir, a d.a.m.n fool!"
"I dare say that I am, sir. But I have gone too far to back out now.
Will you give me back that rose, Colonel?"
"What do you mean by her?"--coldly.
"I love her with all my heart,"--hotly. "I want her for my comrade, my wife, my companion, my partner in all I have or do. I love her, and I don"t care a hang who knows it."
"Not so loud, my friend; not so loud."
"Oh, I do not care who hears,"--discouragedly.
"This beats the very devil! You"ve got me all balled up. Is Betty Annesley a girl of the kind we read about in the papers as eloping with her groom? What earthly chance had you in this guise, I should like to know?"
"I only wanted to be near her; I did not look ahead."
"Well, I should say not! How long were you hidden behind that trellis?"
"A year, so it seemed to me."
"Any lunatics among your ancestors?"
Warburton shook his head, smiling wanly.
"I can"t make it out," declared the colonel. "A graduate of West Point, the fop of Troop A, the hero of a hundred ball-rooms, disguised as a hostler and serving soup!"
"Always keep the motive in mind, Colonel; you were young yourself once."
The colonel thought of the girl"s mother. Yes, he had been young once, but not quite so young as this cub of his.
"What chance do you suppose you have against the handsome Russian?"
"She has rejected him,"--thoughtlessly.
"Ha!"--frowning; "so you were eavesdropping?"
"Wait a moment, Colonel. You know that I am very fond of music. I was listening to the music. It had ceased, and I was waiting for it to begin again, when I heard voices."
"Why did you not leave then?"
"And be observed? I dared not."
The colonel chewed the end of his cigar in silence.
"And now may I have that rose, sir?"--quietly.
The colonel observed him warily. He knew that quiet tone. It said that if he refused to give up the rose he would have to fight for it, and probably get licked into the bargain.
"I"ve a notion you might attempt to take it by force in case I refused."
"I surrendered it peacefully enough, sir."
"So you did. Here." The colonel tossed the flower across the room and Warburton caught it.
"I should like to know, sir, if you are going to expose me. It"s no more than I deserve."
The colonel studied the lithographs on the walls. "Your selection?"--with a wave of the hand.