"Gone and done it?"
"You haven"t been blabbing, have you?"
"How can you say that to me? Am I not to be trusted? Am I so weak and--"
"Don"t cry, you old dear! Forgive me. But now tell me--absolutely-- just what you"ve been up to. Don"t mind Marie. She is French. She can always hold her tongue."
"Well, I"ve been talking with him, that"s all. I"m sure he is the Prince. No ordinary male could be as sweet and agreeable and sunny as--"
"Stop!" cried Miss Guile, with a pretty moue, putting the tips of her fingers to her ears after putting the piece of toast into her mouth.
"One would think you were a sentimental old maid instead of a cold- blooded, experienced, man-hating married woman."
"You forget that I am a widow, my dear. Besides, it is disgusting for one to speak with one"s mouth full of b.u.t.tered toast. It--"
"Oh, how I used to loathe you when you kept forever ding-donging at me about the way I ate when I was almost starving. Were you never a hungry little kid? Did you never lick jam and honey off your fingers and--"
"Many and many a time," confessed Mrs. Gaston, beaming once more and laying a gentle, loving hand on the girl"s shoulder. Miss Guile dropped her head over until her cheek rested on the caressing hand, and munched toast with blissful abandon.
"Now tell me what you"ve been up to," she said, and Mrs. Gaston repeated every word of the conversation she had had with R. Schmidt, proving absolutely nothing but stoutly maintaining that her intuition was completely to be depended upon.
"And, oh," she whispered in conclusion, "wouldn"t it be perfectly wonderful if you two should fall in love with each other--"
"Don"t be silly!"
"But you have said that if he should fall in love with you for yourself and not because--"
"I have also said that I will not marry any man, prince, duke, king, count or anything else unless I am in love with him. Don"t overlook that, please."
"But he is really very nice. I should think you _could_ fall in love with him. Just think how it would please your father and mother.
Just think--"
"I won"t be bullied!"
"Am I bullying you?" in amazement.
"No; but father tries to bully me, and you know it."
"You must admit that the--this Mr. Schmidt is handsome, charming, bright--"
"I admit nothing," said Miss Guile resolutely, and ordered Marie to dress her hair as carefully as possible. "Take as long as you like, Marie. I shall not go on deck for hours."
"I--I told him you would be up soon," stammered the poor, man-hating ex-governess.
"You did?" said Miss Guile, with what was supposed to be a deadly look in her eyes.
"Well, he enquired," said the other.
"Anything else?" domineered the beauty.
"I forgot to mention one thing. He _did_ ask me if your name was really Bedelia."
"And what did you tell him?" cried the girl, in sudden agitation.
"I managed to tell him that it was," said Mrs. Gaston stiffly.
"Good!" cried Miss Guile, vastly relieved, and not at all troubled over the blight that had been put upon a very worthy lady"s conscience.
When she appeared on deck long afterward, she found every chair occupied. A warm sun, a far from turbulent sea, and a refreshing breeze had brought about a marvellous transformation. Every one was happy, every one had come back from the grave to gloat over the grim reaper"s failure to do his worst, although in certain cases he had been importuned to do it without hesitation.
She made several brisk rounds of the deck; then, feeling that people were following her with their eyes,--admiringly, to be sure, but what of that?--she abandoned the pleasant exercise and sought the seclusion of the sunless corner where her chair was stationed. The ship"s daily newspaper was just off the press and many of the loungers were reading the brief telegraphic news from the capitals of the world.
During her stroll she pa.s.sed several groups of men and women who were lightly, even scornfully employed in discussing an article of news which had to do with Mr. Blithers and the Prince of Graustark. Filled with an acute curiosity, she procured a copy of the paper from a steward, and was glancing at the head lines as she made her way into her corner. Double-leaded type appeared over the rumoured engagment of Miss Maud Applegate Blithers, the beautiful and accomplished daughter of the great capitalist, and Robin, Prince of Graustark. A queer little smile played about her lips as she folded the paper for future perusal. Turning the earner of the deck-building she almost collided with R. Schmidt, who stood leaning against the wall, scanning the little newspaper with eyes that were blind to everything else.
"Oh!" she gasped.
"I"m sorry," he exclaimed, crumpling the paper in his hand as he backed away, flushing. "Stupid of me. Good morning."
"Good morning, Mr. Schmidt. It wasn"t your fault. I should have looked where I was going. "Stop, look and listen," as they say at the railway crossing."
""Danger" is one of the commonest signs, Miss Guile. It lurks everywhere, especially around corners. I see you have a paper. It appears that Miss Blithers and the Prince are to be married after all."
"Yes; it is quite apparent that the Blithers family intends to have a t.i.tle at any cost," she said, and her eyes flashed.
"Would you like to take a few turns, Miss Guile?" he inquired, a trace of nervousness in his manner. "I think I can take you safely over the hurdles and around the bunkers." He indicated the outstretched legs along the promenade deck and the immovable groups of chatterers along the rail.
Before deciding, she shot an investigating glance into the corner.
Mrs. Gaston was not only there but was engaged in conversation with the grey-moustached gentleman in a near-by chair. It required but half a glance to show that Mr. Totten was unmistakably interested in something the voluble lady had just said to him.
"No, thank you, Mr. Schmidt," said Miss Guile hastily, and then hurried over to her chair, a distinct cloud on her smooth brow.
Robin, considering himself dismissed, whirled and went his way, a dark flush spreading over his face. Never, in all his life, had he been quite so out of patience with the world as on this bright, sunny morning.
Miss Guile"s frown deepened when her abrupt appearance at Mrs.
Gaston"s side caused that lady to look up with a guilty start and to break off in the middle of a sentence that had begun with: "International marriages, as a rule, are--Oh!"
Mr. Totten arose and bowed with courtly grace to the new arrival on the scene. He appeared to be immensely relieved.
"A lovely morning, Miss Guile," he said as he stooped to arrange her rug. "I hear that you were not at all disturbed by yesterday"s blow."
"I was just telling Mr. Totten that you are a wonderful sailor," said Mrs. Gaston, a note of appeal in her voice. "He says his friend, Mr.
Schmidt, is also a good sailor. Isn"t it perfectly wonderful?"
"I can"t see anything wonderful about it," said Miss Guile, fixing the ex-governess with a look that seared.
"We were speaking of this rumoured engagement of the Prince of Graustark and--er--what"s the name?" He glanced at his newspaper.
"Miss Blithers, of course. I enquired of Mrs.--er--Gaston if she happens to know the young lady. She remembers seeing her frequently as a very small child."
"In Paris," said Mrs. Gaston. "One couldn"t very well help seeing her, you know. She was the only child of the great Mr. Blithers, whose name was on every one"s lips at the--"
Miss Guile interrupted. "It would be like the great Mr. Blithers to buy this toy prince for his daughter--as a family plaything or human lap-dog, or something of the sort, wouldn"t it?"