"I"m glad to hear it. She knows what she"s about. You"ll see."
"I think she does, and she"ll never disobey her father. But she"s coming back to me," Isabel added, "and I must beg you to go away."
Rosier lingered a moment till Pansy came in sight on the arm of her cavalier; he stood just long enough to look her in the face. Then he walked away, holding up his head; and the manner in which he achieved this sacrifice to expediency convinced Isabel he was very much in love.
Pansy, who seldom got disarranged in dancing, looking perfectly fresh and cool after this exercise, waited a moment and then took back her bouquet. Isabel watched her and saw she was counting the flowers; whereupon she said to herself that decidedly there were deeper forces at play than she had recognised. Pansy had seen Rosier turn away, but she said nothing to Isabel about him; she talked only of her partner, after he had made his bow and retired; of the music, the floor, the rare misfortune of having already torn her dress. Isabel was sure, however, she had discovered her lover to have abstracted a flower; though this knowledge was not needed to account for the dutiful grace with which she responded to the appeal of her next partner. That perfect amenity under acute constraint was part of a larger system. She was again led forth by a flushed young man, this time carrying her bouquet; and she had not been absent many minutes when Isabel saw Lord Warburton advancing through the crowd. He presently drew near and bade her good-evening; she had not seen him since the day before. He looked about him, and then "Where"s the little maid?" he asked. It was in this manner that he had formed the harmless habit of alluding to Miss Osmond.
"She"s dancing," said Isabel. "You"ll see her somewhere."
He looked among the dancers and at last caught Pansy"s eye. "She sees me, but she won"t notice me," he then remarked. "Are you not dancing?"
"As you see, I"m a wall-flower."
"Won"t you dance with me?"
"Thank you; I"d rather you should dance with the little maid."
"One needn"t prevent the other--especially as she"s engaged."
"She"s not engaged for everything, and you can reserve yourself. She dances very hard, and you"ll be the fresher."
"She dances beautifully," said Lord Warburton, following her with his eyes. "Ah, at last," he added, "she has given me a smile." He stood there with his handsome, easy, important physiognomy; and as Isabel observed him it came over her, as it had done before, that it was strange a man of his mettle should take an interest in a little maid. It struck her as a great incongruity; neither Pansy"s small fascinations, nor his own kindness, his good-nature, not even his need for amus.e.m.e.nt, which was extreme and constant, were sufficient to account for it. "I should like to dance with you," he went on in a moment, turning back to Isabel; "but I think I like even better to talk with you."
"Yes, it"s better, and it"s more worthy of your dignity. Great statesmen oughtn"t to waltz."
"Don"t be cruel. Why did you recommend me then to dance with Miss Osmond?"
"Ah, that"s different. If you danced with her it would look simply like a piece of kindness--as if you were doing it for her amus.e.m.e.nt. If you dance with me you"ll look as if you were doing it for your own."
"And pray haven"t I a right to amuse myself?"
"No, not with the affairs of the British Empire on your hands."
"The British Empire be hanged! You"re always laughing at it."
"Amuse yourself with talking to me," said Isabel.
"I"m not sure it"s really a recreation. You"re too pointed; I"ve always to be defending myself. And you strike me as more than usually dangerous to-night. Will you absolutely not dance?"
"I can"t leave my place. Pansy must find me here."
He was silent a little. "You"re wonderfully good to her," he said suddenly.
Isabel stared a little and smiled. "Can you imagine one"s not being?"
"No indeed. I know how one is charmed with her. But you must have done a great deal for her."
"I"ve taken her out with me," said Isabel, smiling still. "And I"ve seen that she has proper clothes."
"Your society must have been a great benefit to her. You"ve talked to her, advised her, helped her to develop."
"Ah yes, if she isn"t the rose she has lived near it."
She laughed, and her companion did as much; but there was a certain visible preoccupation in his face which interfered with complete hilarity. "We all try to live as near it as we can," he said after a moment"s hesitation.
Isabel turned away; Pansy was about to be restored to her, and she welcomed the diversion. We know how much she liked Lord Warburton; she thought him pleasanter even than the sum of his merits warranted; there was something in his friendship that appeared a kind of resource in case of indefinite need; it was like having a large balance at the bank. She felt happier when he was in the room; there was something rea.s.suring in his approach; the sound of his voice reminded her of the beneficence of nature. Yet for all that it didn"t suit her that he should be too near her, that he should take too much of her good-will for granted. She was afraid of that; she averted herself from it; she wished he wouldn"t. She felt that if he should come too near, as it were, it might be in her to flash out and bid him keep his distance. Pansy came back to Isabel with another rent in her skirt, which was the inevitable consequence of the first and which she displayed to Isabel with serious eyes. There were too many gentlemen in uniform; they wore those dreadful spurs, which were fatal to the dresses of little maids. It hereupon became apparent that the resources of women are innumerable. Isabel devoted herself to Pansy"s desecrated drapery; she fumbled for a pin and repaired the injury; she smiled and listened to her account of her adventures. Her attention, her sympathy were immediate and active; and they were in direct proportion to a sentiment with which they were in no way connected--a lively conjecture as to whether Lord Warburton might be trying to make love to her. It was not simply his words just then; it was others as well; it was the reference and the continuity. This was what she thought about while she pinned up Pansy"s dress. If it were so, as she feared, he was of course unwitting; he himself had not taken account of his intention. But this made it none the more auspicious, made the situation none less impossible. The sooner he should get back into right relations with things the better. He immediately began to talk to Pansy--on whom it was certainly mystifying to see that he dropped a smile of chastened devotion. Pansy replied, as usual, with a little air of conscientious aspiration; he had to bend toward her a good deal in conversation, and her eyes, as usual, wandered up and down his robust person as if he had offered it to her for exhibition. She always seemed a little frightened; yet her fright was not of the painful character that suggests dislike; on the contrary, she looked as if she knew that he knew she liked him. Isabel left them together a little and wandered toward a friend whom she saw near and with whom she talked till the music of the following dance began, for which she knew Pansy to be also engaged. The girl joined her presently, with a little fluttered flush, and Isabel, who scrupulously took Osmond"s view of his daughter"s complete dependence, consigned her, as a precious and momentary loan, to her appointed partner. About all this matter she had her own imaginations, her own reserves; there were moments when Pansy"s extreme adhesiveness made each of them, to her sense, look foolish. But Osmond had given her a sort of tableau of her position as his daughter"s duenna, which consisted of gracious alternations of concession and contraction; and there were directions of his which she liked to think she obeyed to the letter. Perhaps, as regards some of them, it was because her doing so appeared to reduce them to the absurd.
After Pansy had been led away, she found Lord Warburton drawing near her again. She rested her eyes on him steadily; she wished she could sound his thoughts. But he had no appearance of confusion. "She has promised to dance with me later," he said.
"I"m glad of that. I suppose you"ve engaged her for the cotillion."
At this he looked a little awkward. "No, I didn"t ask her for that. It"s a quadrille."
"Ah, you"re not clever!" said Isabel almost angrily. "I told her to keep the cotillion in case you should ask for it."
"Poor little maid, fancy that!" And Lord Warburton laughed frankly. "Of course I will if you like."
"If I like? Oh, if you dance with her only because I like it--!"
"I"m afraid I bore her. She seems to have a lot of young fellows on her book."
Isabel dropped her eyes, reflecting rapidly; Lord Warburton stood there looking at her and she felt his eyes on her face. She felt much inclined to ask him to remove them. She didn"t do so, however; she only said to him, after a minute, with her own raised: "Please let me understand."
"Understand what?"
"You told me ten days ago that you"d like to marry my stepdaughter.
You"ve not forgotten it!"
"Forgotten it? I wrote to Mr. Osmond about it this morning."
"Ah," said Isabel, "he didn"t mention to me that he had heard from you."
Lord Warburton stammered a little. "I--I didn"t send my letter."
"Perhaps you forgot THAT."
"No, I wasn"t satisfied with it. It"s an awkward sort of letter to write, you know. But I shall send it to-night."
"At three o"clock in the morning?"
"I mean later, in the course of the day."
"Very good. You still wish then to marry her?"
"Very much indeed."
"Aren"t you afraid that you"ll bore her?" And as her companion stared at this enquiry Isabel added: "If she can"t dance with you for half an hour how will she be able to dance with you for life?"