"How?"
"My slippers," Elsie said vivaciously, again thrusting one of them forward, "are ravishing."
"Gad," her husband returned, regarding her with a look of the utmost amus.e.m.e.nt in his topaz-brown eyes, "you have a good deal to say about them."
"Do you notice anything particular about my hair?" she asked.
"It looks as if it might come down."
"It will come down," she corrected, nodding. Then she glanced at the clock. "It will come down in about twenty minutes; all tumbling over my shoulders. I shall be so mortified and surprised!"
Her husband stretched himself luxuriously back in his chair, regarding her with laughing eyes. There was an air of perfect understanding between the two which might have been an effectual enlightenment for any man who thought of making love to the wife. Elsie went on, telling off on her slender fingers the points as she made them.
"In fifteen minutes I shall be standing on the piano in the drawing-room, straightening a picture. I never can bear a picture crooked, and I had Jane tip it a little this morning, just to vex me.
Fred Rangely will come in unannounced. Of course I shall be dreadfully confused, and have to get down. In my maidenly confusion I am almost sure I can"t help showing my slippers, and just a trifle--a very discreet trifle, of course,--of these beautiful, beautiful stockings.
Nothing vulgar, you know, but"--
"But just enough," interpolated Wilson with huge enjoyment. "You needn"t apologize. I don"t begrudge the poor devil whatever satisfaction he can get out of that."
"And then as he is helping me down, with his heart in a flutter,--it will flutter, I a.s.sure you."
"You mean his vanity; but it"s of no consequence. He"d call it a heart if he were putting the scene in a novel."
"With his whichever it is in a flutter, by some provoking accident down comes my hair and tumbles over his shoulders."
Wilson regarded her with amused admiration.
"Five years ago," he observed placidly, "I should have thought you were telling me half the truth to cover the other half, and were really having a devilish flirtation with that cad."
Elsie flushed, and into her gay voice came a strain of seriousness.
"Five years are five years," she answered. "Don"t go to dragging all that up again, Chauncy."
His laugh was not untinged with malicious delight, but he put his hand on hers and patted her fingers.
"All right, old girl. Bygones are bygones. But what in the world is all this fooling with Rangely for?"
"Why, don"t you see? The fool is sure to say something so silly that I can snub him within an inch of his life. I"ve only been holding off until he had that thing written for the Churchman. Now I"ve got that, I"ll settle him."
"Oh, the grat.i.tude of women!"
"Why, it isn"t that. He needn"t be smirking at me the way he does. I simply won"t stand it. Besides, he makes eyes at me wherever I go, just to advertise the fact that he"s silly about me. He"s a cad, through and through. Would you come here as he does if I refused to invite your wife?"
Chauncy Wilson laughed again, leaning forward to knock the ashes out of his pipe.
"He"s a fool, fast enough; and I dare say you"re tired of his beastly spooning; but all the same, the real reason for this circus is that you want to amuse yourself."
She drew up her head in mock dignity.
"Of course," she returned, "if my own husband does not appreciate how I resent"--She broke off in a burst of laughter. "n.o.body ever understood me but you, Chauncy," she cried. "Good-by. It"s time I took the stage."
She threw him a kiss, and went to the drawing-room. Looking at her watch, she placed herself behind the curtains of a window which commanded the avenue. Presently she espied her victim, and with a last glance around to a.s.sure herself that everything was as she wished it to be, she mounted to the top of the piano. There she hastily tucked the hem of her skirt between the piano and the wall. The reflection in a great blue-black Chinese jar showed her when Rangely appeared between the portieres, so that she was able to step back as if to view the effect of her work just as he reached the middle of the room.
"Be careful!" exclaimed he, hurrying forward. "You almost stepped off backward!"
She wheeled about quickly.
"O Mr. Rangely!" she cried. "How did you get into the room without my knowing? How horrid of you to surprise me like that!"
"But think how charming it is for me," he responded with an elaborate air of gallantry. "It is so delightful to see you on a pedestal."
"Meaning that I am no better than a graven image?" she demanded with a smile. "If that is the best you can do, I may as well come down."
She held out her hand for his, and then sat down, displaying one of the fascinating slippers, and the openwork instep of her silk stocking, through the meshes of which the pearly skin gleamed evasively.
"My dress is caught," she said, turning to conceal her face, and pretending to pull at her skirt. "I hope my slippers haven"t damaged the piano."
"The piano is harder than my heart if they haven"t!"
She gave a sly twitch at a hairpin.
"That is very pretty," observed she, giving her head a shake that brought her hair down in a rolling billow. "Oh, dear! Now my hair has"--
Before she could finish he had dropped her fingers, and gathered her hair in both hands, kissing it again and again.
"Mr. Rangely!" she exclaimed. "What do you mean?"
For reply he stooped to her foot, and kissed the mesh-clad instep fervidly.
"How dare you!" she cried, scrambling down hastily without his a.s.sistance.
But, alas, even trickery is not always successful in this uncertain world! The hold of the piano upon the hem of her gown was stronger than she realized. She tripped and stumbled, half-hung for a second, and then dropped in an inglorious heap at the feet of the man she wished to humiliate.
Elsie was on her feet in a minute. She did not take the hand which Rangely extended, but drew back, her eyes sparkling with rage.
"Oh, you find it laughable, do you?" she cried. "A gentleman would at least have concealed his amus.e.m.e.nt!"
He grew suddenly grave, and seemed not a little surprised.
"I beg your pardon," he said. "I hope you were not hurt."
She looked at him scornfully without replying, and then walked to the mantel, where there was a small antique mirror of silver.
"Thank you, not in the least."
Her tone was no warmer than an arctic night. She gathered her hair, and began to twist it up. He followed and stood behind her with an air at once deprecatory and insinuating.
"I shouldn"t think you could see in that thing," he observed.