"With your indifference and my vanity and inconstancy? G.o.d send it be no castle of cards, Carus! Tell me, have you, too, a stinging curiosity concerning me? Do you desire to fathom my shallow spirit, to learn what every pa.s.sing smile might indicate, to understand me when I am silent, to comprehend me when I converse with others?"
"I--I have thought of these things, Elsin. Never having understood you--judging hastily, too--and being so intimately busy with the--the matters you know of--I never pursued my studies far--deeming you betrothed and--and----"
"A coquette?"
"A child, Elsin, heart-free and capricious, contradictory, imperious, and--and overyoung----"
"O Carus!"
"I meant no reproach," I said hastily. "A nectarine requires time, even though the sunlight paints it so prettily in all its unripe, flawless symmetry. And I have--I have lived all my life in sober company. My father was old, my mother placid and saddened by the loss of all her children save myself. I had few companions--none of my own age except when we went to Albany, where I learned to bear myself in company. At Johnson Hall, at Varick"s, at Butlersbury, I was but a shy lad, warned by my parents to formality, for they approved little of the gaiety that I would gladly have joined in. And so I know nothing of women--nor did I learn much in New York, where the surface of life is so prettily polished that it mirrors, as you say, only one"s own inquiring eyes."
I seated myself cross-legged on the floor, looking up at the sweet face on the bed"s edge framed by the chintz.
"Did you never conceive an affection?" she asked, watching me.
"Why, yes--for a day or two. I think women tire of me."
"No, you tire of them."
"Only when----"
"When what?"
"Nothing," I said quietly.
"Do you mean when they fall in love with you?" she asked.
"They don"t. Some have plagued me to delight in my confusion."
"Like Rosamund Barry?"
I was silent.
"She," observed Elsin musingly, "was mad about you. No, you need not laugh or shrug impatiently--_I_ know, Carus; she was mad to have you love her! Do you think I have neither eyes nor ears? But you treated her no whit better than you treated me. That I am certain of--did you?"
"What do you mean?"
"_Did_ you?"
"Did I do what?"
"Treat Rosamund Barry kinder than you did me?"
"In what way?"
"Did you kiss her?"
"Never!"
"Would you say "Never!" if you had?"
"No, I should say nothing."
"I knew it!" she cried, laughing. "I was certain of it. But, mercy on us, there were scores more women in New York--and I mean to ask you about each one, Carus, each separate one--some time--but, oh, I am so hungry now!"
I sprang to my feet, and walking into my chamber closed the door.
"Talk to me through the keyhole!" she called. "I shall tie my hair in a club, and bathe me and clothe me very quickly. Are you there, Carus? Do you hear what I say?"
So I leaned against the door and chatted on about Colonel Hamilton, until I ventured to hint at some small word of praise for me from his Excellency. With that she was at the door, all eagerness: "Oh, Carus! I knew you were brave and true! Did his Excellency say so? And well he might, too!--with you, a gentleman, facing the vilest of deaths there in New York, year after year. I am so glad, so proud of you, Carus, so happy! What have they made you--a major-general?"
"Oh, not yet," I said, laughing.
"And why not?" she exclaimed hotly.
"Elsin, if you don"t dress quickly I"ll sit at breakfast without you!"
I warned her.
"Oh, I will, I will; I"m lacing--something--this very instant! Carus, when I bid you, you may come in and tie my shoulder-points. Wait a moment, silly! Just one more second. Now!"
As I entered she came up to me, turning her shoulder, and I threaded the points clumsily enough, I suppose, but she thanked me very sweetly, turned to the mirror, patted the queue-ribbon to a flamboyant allure, and, catching my hand in hers, pointed at the gla.s.s which reflected us both.
"Look at us!" she exclaimed, "look at the two runaways! Goodness, I should never have believed it, Carus!"
We stood a moment, hand clasping hand, curiously regarding the mirrored faces that smiled back so strangely at us. Then, somewhat subdued and thoughtful, we walked out through my chamber into a sunny little breakfast-room where landlord and servant received us a trifle too solemnly, and placed us at the cloth.
"Their owlish eyes mean Gretna Green," whispered Elsin, leaning close to me; "but what do we care, Carus? And they think us married in New York. Now, sir, if you ever wished to see how a hungry maid can eat Tapaan soupaan, you shall see now!"
The Tapaan hasty-pudding was set before us, and in a twinkling we were busy as bees in clover. Pompions and clingstone peaches went the way of the soupaan; a dish of troutlings followed, and out of the corner of my eye I saw other dainties coming and rejoiced. Lord, what a pair of appet.i.tes were there! I think the Blue Fox must have licked his painted chops on the swinging sign under the window to see how we did full justice to the fare, slighting nothing set before us. And while the servants were running hither and thither with dishes and gla.s.ses I questioned the landlord, who was evidently prodigiously impressed with Colonel Hamilton"s visit; and I gathered from mine host that, excepting for ourselves, all the other guests were officers of various degrees, and that, thanks to the nearness of the army and the consequent scarcity of skinners, business was brisk and profitable, for which he thanked G.o.d and his Excellency.
Elsin, resting one elbow on the table, listened and looked out into the village street where farmers and soldiers were pa.s.sing, some arm in arm, gravely smoking their clay pipes and discussing matters in the sunshine, others entering or leaving the few shops where every sort of ware was exposed for sale, still others gathered on the bridge, some fishing in the Bronx, some looking on or reading fresh newspapers from New England or Philadelphia, or a stale and tattered Gazette which had found its way out of New York.
At a nod from me the landlord signaled the servants and withdrew, leaving us there alone together with a bottle of claret on the table and a dish of cakes and raisins.
"So these good folk are rebels," mused Elsin, gazing at the people in the street below. "They seem much like other people, Carus."
"They are," I said, laughing.
"Well," she said, "they told me otherwise in New York. But I can see no very great ferocity in your soldiers" countenances. Nor do they dress in rags. Mr. De Lancey told me that the Continentals scarce mustered a pair of breeches to a brigade."
"It has been almost as bad as that," I said gravely. "These troops are no doubt clothed in uniforms sent from France, but I fear there are rags and to spare in the south, where Greene and Lafayette are harrying Cornwallis--G.o.d help them!"
"Amen," she said softly, looking at me.
Touched as I had never been by her, I held out my hand; she laid hers in mine gravely.
"So that they keep clear of Canada, I say G.o.d speed men who stand for their own homes, Carus! But," she added innocently, "I could not be indifferent to a cause which you serve. Come over here to the window--draw your chair where you can see. Look at that officer, how gallant he is in his white uniform faced with green!"
"That is a French officer," I said. "Those three soldiers pa.s.sing yonder who wear white facing on their blue coats, and black spatterdashes from ankle to thigh, are infantry of the New England line. The soldiers smoking under the tree are New York and New Jersey men; they wear buff copper-clouts, and their uniform is buff and blue.