I found him a most engaging fellow, surprisingly well-informed on American topics. I credit myself with being a fairly good reader of faces, and, reading his as he bent it in Miss Annesley"s direction, I began to worry about Mr. Robert"s course of true love. Here was a man who possessed a t.i.tle, was handsome, rich, and of a.s.sured social position: it would take an extraordinary American girl to look coldly upon his attentions. By and by the two left us, Miss Annesley promising to call on Nancy.
"And where are you staying, Betty?"
"Father and I have taken Senator Blank"s house in Chevy Chase for the winter. My horses are already in the stables. Do you ride?"
"I do."
"Then we shall have some great times together."
"Be sure to call. I want you to meet my brother."
"I believe I have," replied Miss Annesley.
"I mean my younger brother, a lieutenant in the Army."
"Oh, then you have two brothers?"
"Yes," said Nancy.
"The dance is dying, Mademoiselle," said the count in French.
"Your arm, Monsieur. _Au revoir,_ Nancy."
"Poor Bobby!" Nancy folded her hands and sighed mournfully. "It appears to me that his love affair is not going to run very smooth. But isn"t she just beautiful, Charlie? What color, what style!"
"She"s a stunner, I"m forced to admit. Bob"ll never stand a ghost of a show against that Russian. He"s a great social catch, and is backed by many kopecks."
"How unfortunate we did not know that she would be here! Bobby would have met her at his best, and his best is more to my liking than the count"s. He has a way about him that the women like. He"s no laggard.
But money ought not to count with Betty. She is worth at least a quarter of a million. Her mother left all her property to her, and her father acts only as trustee. Senator Blank"s house rents for eight thousand the season. It"s ready furnished, you know, and one of the handsomest homes in Washington. Besides, I do not trust those foreigners,"--taking a remarkably abrupt curve, as it were.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "What were you doing off your own box?" "Getting on the wrong box"--Act I.]
"There"s two Bs in your bonnet, Nancy," I laughed.
"Never mind the Bs; let us have the last of this waltz."
This is not my own true story; so I shall bow off and permit my hero to follow the course of true love, which is about as rough-going a thoroughfare as the many roads of life have to offer.
VI
THE MAN ON THE BOX
At eleven-thirty he locked up his book and took to his room the mysterious bundle which he had purloined from the stables. It contained the complete livery of a groom. The clothes fitted rather snugly, especially across the shoulders. He stood before the pier-gla.s.s, and a complacent (not to say roguish) smile flitted across his face. The black half-boots, the white doeskin breeches, the brown bra.s.s-b.u.t.toned frock, and the white hat with the brown c.o.c.kade. ... Well, my word for it, he was the handsomest jehu Washington ever turned out. With a grin he touched his hat to the reflection in the gla.s.s, and burst out laughing. His face was as smooth as a baby"s, for he had generously sacrificed his beard.
I can hear him saying to himself: "Lord, but this is a lark! I"ll have to take another Scotch to screw up the edge of my nerve. Won"t the boys laugh when they hear how I stirred the girls" frizzes! We"ll have a little party here when they all get home. It"s a good joke."
Mr. Robert did not prove much of a prophet. Many days were to pa.s.s ere he reentered his brother"s house.
He stole quietly from the place. He hadn"t proceeded more than a block when he became aware of the fact that he hadn"t a penny in his clothes.
This discovery disquieted him, and he half turned about to go back. He couldn"t go back. He had no key.
"Pshaw! I won"t need any money;"--and he started off again toward Connecticut Avenue. He dared not hail a car, and he would not have dared had he possessed the fare. Some one might recognize him. He walked briskly for ten minutes. The humor of the escapade appealed to him greatly, and he had all he could do to smother the frequent bursts of laughter which surged to his lips. He reached absently for his cigar-case. No money, no cigars.
"That"s bad. Without a cigar I"m likely to get nervous. Sc.r.a.ping off that beard made me forgetful. Jove! with these fleshings I feel as self-conscious as an untried chorus girl. These togs can"t be very warm in winter. Ha! that must be the emba.s.sy where all those lights are; carriages. _Allons!_"
To make positive, he stopped a pedestrian.
"Pardon me, sir," he said, touching his hat, "but will you be so kind as to inform me if yonder is the British emba.s.sy?"
"It is, my man," replied the gentleman.
"Thank you, sir."
And each pa.s.sed on to his affairs.
"Now for William; we must find William, or the joke will be on Robert."
He manoeuvered his way through the congested thoroughfare, searching the faces of the grooms and footmen. He dodged hither and thither, and was once brought to a halt by the mounted police.
"Here, you! What d"ye mean by runnin" around like this? Lost yer carriage, hey? I"ve a mind to run ye in. Y" know th" rules relatin" th"
leavin" of yer box in times like these. Been takin" a sly nip, probably, an" they"ve sent yer hack down a peg. Get a gait on y", now."
Warburton laughed silently as he made for the sidewalk. The first man he plumped into was William--a very much worried William, too. Robert could have fallen on his neck for joy. All was plain sailing now.
"I"m very glad to see you, sir," said William. "I was afraid you could not get them clothes on, sir. I was getting a trifle worried, too.
Here"s the carriage number."
Warburton glanced hastily at it and stuffed it into a convenient pocket.
"It"s sixteen carriages up, sir; a bay and a gray. You can"t miss them.
The bay, being a saddle-horse, is a bit restive in the harness; but all you have to do is to touch him with the whip. And don"t try to push ahead of your turn, or you will get into trouble with the police. They are very strict. And don"t let them confuse you, sir. The numbers won"t be in rotation. You"ll hear one hundred and fifteen, and the next moment thirty-five, like as not. It"s all according as to how the guests are leaving. Good luck to you, sir, and don"t forget to explain it all thoroughly to Mr. Warburton, sir."
"Don"t you worry, William; we"ll come out of this with colors flying."
"Very well, sir. I shall hang around till you are safely off,"--and William disappeared.
Warburton could occasionally hear the faint strains of music. From time to time the carriage-caller bawled out a number, and the carriage would roll up under the porte-cochere. Warburton concluded that it would be a good plan to hunt up his rig. His search did not last long. The bay and the gray stood only a little way from the gate. The box was vacant, and he climbed up and gathered the reins. He sat there for some time, longing intensely for a cigar, a good cigar, such as gentlemen smoked.
"Seventeen!" came hoa.r.s.ely along on the wings of the night. "Number seventeen, and lively there!"
Warburton"s pulse doubled its beat. His number!
"Skt!" The gray and the bay started forward, took the half-circle and stopped under the porte-cochere. Warburton recollected that a fashionable groom never turned his head unless spoken to; so he leveled his gaze at his horses" ears and waited. But from the very corner of his eye he caught the glimpse of two women, one of whom was enveloped in a crimson cloak. He thrilled with exultation. What a joke it was! He felt the carriage list as the women stepped in. The door slammed to, and the rare good joke was on the way.