Clare and Adrian came up at a quick pace.

"My damozel dropped something," Adrian explained.

Her mother asked what it was.

"Nothing, mama," said Clare, demurely, and they proceeded as before.

Overborne by his aunt"s fluency of tongue, and occupied in acute calculation of the flying minutes, Richard let many pa.s.s before he edged in a word for Ralph. When he did, Mrs. Doria stopped him immediately.

"I must tell you, child, that I refuse to listen to such rank idiotcy."

"It"s nothing of the kind, aunt."

"The fancy of a boy."

"He"s not a boy. He"s half-a-year older than I am!"

"You silly child! The moment you fall in love, you all think yourselves men."

"On my honour, aunt! I believe he loves her thoroughly."

"Did he tell you so, child?"

"Men don"t speak openly of those things," said Richard.

"Boys do," said Mrs. Doria.

"But listen to me in earnest, aunt. I want you to be kind to Ralph.

Don"t drive him to--You may be sorry for it. Let him--do let him write to her, and see her. I believe women are as cruel as men in these things."

"I never encourage absurdity, Richard."

"What objection have you to Ralph, aunt?"

"Oh, they"re both good families. It"s not that absurdity, Richard.

It will be to his credit to remember that his first fancy wasn"t a dairymaid." Mrs. Doria pitched her accent tellingly. It did not touch her nephew.

"Don"t you want Clare ever to marry?" He put the last point of reason to her.

Mrs. Doria laughed. "I hope so, child. We must find some comfortable old gentleman for her."

"What infamy!" mutters Richard.

"And I engage Ralph shall be ready to dance at her wedding, or eat a hearty breakfast--We don"t dance at weddings now, and very properly.

It"s a horrid sad business, not to be treated with levity.--Is that his regiment?" she said, as they pa.s.sed out of the hussar-sentinelled gardens. "Tush, tush, child; Master Ralph will recover, as--hem!

others have done. A little headache--you call it heartache--and up you rise again, looking better than ever. No doubt, to have a grain of sense forced into your brains, you poor dear children! must be painful. Girls suffer as much as boys, I a.s.sure you. More, for their heads are weaker, and their appet.i.tes less constant. Do I talk like your father now? Whatever makes the boy fidget at his watch so?"

Richard stopped short. Time spoke urgently.

"I must go," he said.

His face did not seem good for trifling. Mrs. Doria would trifle in spite.

"Listen, Clare! Richard is going. He says he has an engagement. What possible engagement can a young man have at eleven o"clock in the morning?--unless it"s to be married!" Mrs. Doria laughed at the ingenuity of her suggestion.

"Is the church handy, Ricky?" said Adrian. "You can still give us half-an-hour if it is. The celibate hours strike at Twelve." And he also laughed in his fashion.

"Won"t you stay with us, Richard?" Clare asked. She blushed timidly, and her voice shook.

Something indefinite--a sharp-edged thrill in the tones made the burning bridegroom speak gently to her.

"Indeed, I would, Clare; I should like to please you, but I have a most imperative appointment--that is, I promised--I must go. I shall see you again"----

Mrs. Doria took forcible possession of him. "Now, do come, and don"t waste words. I insist upon your having some breakfast first, and then, if you really must go, you shall. Look! there"s the house. At least you will accompany your aunt to the door."

Richard conceded this. She little imagined what she required of him.

Two of his golden minutes melted into nothingness. They were growing to be jewels of price, one by one more and more precious as they ran, and now so costly-rare--rich as his blood! not to kindest relations, dearest friends, could he give another. The die is cast!

Ferryman! push off.

"Good-bye!" he cried, nodding bluffly at the three as one, and fled.

They watched his abrupt muscular stride through the grounds of the house. He looked like resolution on the march. Mrs. Doria, as usual with her out of her brother"s hearing, began rating the System.

"See what becomes of that nonsensical education! The boy really does not know how to behave like a common mortal. He has some paltry appointment, or is mad after some ridiculous idea of his own, and everything must be sacrificed to it! That"s what Austin calls concentration of the faculties. I think it"s more likely to lead to downright insanity than to greatness of any kind. And so I shall tell Austin. It"s time he should be spoken to seriously about him."

"He"s an engine, my dear aunt," said Adrian. "He isn"t a boy, or a man, but an engine. And he appears to have been at high pressure since he came to town--out all day and half the night."

"He"s mad!" Mrs. Doria interjected.

"Not at all. Extremely shrewd is Master Ricky, and carries as open an eye ahead of him as the ships before Troy. He"s more than a match for any of us. He is for me, I confess."

"Then," said Mrs. Doria, "he does astonish me!"

Adrian begged her to retain her astonishment till the right season, which would not be long arriving.

Their common wisdom counselled them not to tell the Foreys of their hopeful relative"s ungracious behaviour. Clare had left them. When Mrs. Doria went to her room her daughter was there, gazing down at something in her hand, which she guiltily closed.

In answer to an inquiry why she had not gone to take off her things, Clare said she was not hungry. Mrs. Doria lamented the obstinacy of a const.i.tution that no quant.i.ty of iron could affect, and eclipsed the looking-gla.s.s, saying: "Take them off here, child, and learn to a.s.sist yourself."

She disentangled her bonnet from the array of her spreading hair, talking of Richard, and his handsome appearance, and extraordinary conduct. Clare kept opening and shutting her hand, in an att.i.tude half pensive, half-listless. She did not stir to undress. A joyous dimple hung in one pale cheek, and she drew long, even breaths.

Mrs. Doria, a.s.sured by the gla.s.s that she was ready to show, came to her daughter.

"Now, really," she said, "you are too helpless, my dear. You cannot do a thing without a dozen women at your elbow. What will become of you? You will have to marry a millionaire.--What"s the matter with you, child?"

Clare undid her tight-shut fingers, as if to some attraction of her eyes, and displayed a small gold hoop on the palm of a green glove.

"A wedding-ring!" exclaimed Mrs. Doria, inspecting the curiosity most daintily.

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