"Then why don"t they clear out, and stop their nonsense?"
"Oh, it"s their pride, I suppose; and every man probably thinks that when Cecilia has seen a little more of him in particular, in contrast with the others, he will win her favor. They "re afraid of one another, those men; that"s the reason they"ve been herding together so close since that first day you came. Mr. Wiggins was taking it for granted that he was the whole thing--just like the man!--and those others forced him to join in some sort of arrangement by which they were to hang together. These calls in a bunch came from that, as though any one of them would n"t take advantage of the others if he saw a chance! Some of this I got from Wiggy himself, the rest I just guessed."
"But you may not know that they sent a delegation after me into town, to warn me off the gra.s.s."
"That was Mr. d.i.c.k. He never saw me when Cecilia was around. And he was terribly snippy sometimes, and supercilious; but I"m going to get even with him. I"ve about underlined him for number six," she concluded, with the manner of a queen who, about to give her chief executioner his orders for the day, glances calmly over the list of victims.
"That"s a good idea; d.i.c.k is insufferable; I hope you have n"t counted wrong."
"As we were saying, about the note-book," she resumed, "the fifth man has already been respectfully declined. The dates of the proposals are written in the note-book; so I learned from the book that Mr. Ormsby, Mr. Arbuthnot, and Mr. Gorse had proposed on the steamer. Professor Hume, as you know, tried his luck at Hopefield; and Lord Arrowood must have stopped Cecilia as she was riding to the station on my bicycle yesterday morning. His goose is cooked."
"His gooseberry pie was cooked, but I took it away from him. No pie sacred to Hezekiah can be confiscated by an indigent lord so long as I keep my present health and spirits. It"s the close season for lords in Westchester County; I potted the last one. By the way, he thought you were a real ghost when you were playing tag with him in the dark."
"He stopped to tell papa good-bye and spoke very highly of you; papa and you are the only gentlemen he met in America. But now we come to Mr. Wiggins."
"We do; and why in the name of all that is beautiful and good has n"t he tried his luck?"
"Because, knowing Cecilia"s admiration for him," replied Hezekiah demurely, "I have kept him so diverted that he has n"t been able to bring himself to the scratch."
She examined the palm of her hand critically to allow me time to grasp this.
"You did n"t want him to blunder in as the first, fourth, or sixth man?"
Hezekiah gravely nodded her pretty head.
"And while you were engaged in this sisterly labor, Cecilia has been afraid that you were seriously interested in him!"
"That is like Cecilia. She"s fine, and would n"t cause me trouble for anything;" and there was no doubt of Hezekiah"s sincerity.
"But now that I see the light and understand all this, how can we make sure that Wiggy will be on the spot at the right moment? While we sit here, he may be the sixth man! There"s my friend, the eminent thinker from Nebraska; he"s likely to kneel before Cecilia at any moment, and Henderson and Shallenberger are not asleep."
"That"s all true; and you"ve got to fix it."
"You"re leaving the fate of Wiggins and your sister in my hands?
That"s a heavy responsibility, Hezekiah. I might take care of Wiggy by asking Cecilia to marry me, being careful to have him appear johnny-on-the-spot when I had been duly declined."
"Um, I should n"t take any chances if I were you," she replied, feigning to look at an imaginary bird in a tree-top; "for if you had counted wrong and were really the seventh man, she would have to accept you!"
"Hezekiah!"
"Oh, I really did n"t mean what you thought I meant. We don"t need to discuss it any more. That"s the ordeal I"ve arranged for you," she answered, and set her lips sternly.
"But, my dear Hezekiah, by what means can this be effected? I don"t dare tell him the combination he"s playing against or sit on him until his hour strikes."
"Certainly not; you must n"t tell him or anybody else. You know the plan; but you"re not supposed to; and n.o.body must know I"ve meddled.
Meanwhile, Cecilia must expose herself to proposals at all times. Aunt Octavia"s heart would be broken if she thought Providence had been tampered with. She likes Wiggy well enough, except that his ancestors were all Tories and he can"t be a son of the Revolution."
"Too bad; it was very careless of him not to do better about his ancestors; but he can"t change that now."
"Well, you"ve behaved with considerable intelligence so far, and now with your friend"s fate in your hands you will need to use great judgment and tact in all that follows. I wash my hands of the whole business."
She rose quickly and pointed to her coat.
"Drop it into the boat for me, Chimneys. We meet in funny places, don"t we? Papa expects me for luncheon, and I must row back and get my bicycle. You? No, you can"t go along; you"ve got a lot of thinking to do, and you"d better be doing it."
XVIII
TROUBLE AT THE PRESCOTT ARMS
A few minutes later, as I swung along the highway toward the Prescott Arms, I saw Cecilia Hollister riding toward me at a lively gallop. She crossed the bridge without checking her horse, and then, with a hurried glance over her shoulder, she pointed with her crop to a by-way that led deviously into a strip of forest and vanished.
I hurried after her, and found her waiting for me in a quiet lane. She had dismounted and seemed greatly disturbed as I addressed her. Her horse, a superb Estabrook thoroughbred, had evidently been pushed hard.
Cecilia had taken off her hat, and was giving a touch to the wayward strands of hair that had been shaken loose in her flight. The color glowed in her dark cheeks, and her eyes were bright with excitement.
"I hadn"t expected to meet you; I thought you rode off with your aunt toward Mt. Kisco."
"We did; but on our way home Aunt Octavia stopped to call on a friend, and as I did n"t feel in a mood for visits this morning I rode on alone."
She spoke further of her aunt"s friend, of whom I had never heard before, to calm herself before touching upon the cause of her wild ride or her wish to speak to me. She pinned on her hat and drew on her riding-gloves while I helped to make conversation, and soon regained her composure. The haste with which she had withdrawn into the wood, and the imperative wave of her crop by which she had bidden me follow her, indicated that something of importance had happened and that she wished to confide in me.
"I was walking my horse in the road beyond Bedford, just after I left Aunt Octavia, when who should ride up beside me but Mr. Wiggins. He had evidently been following me."
She expected me to express surprise; and with the information that Hezekiah had just imparted fresh in my mind I dare say she was not disappointed in the effect of her words. I was thinking rapidly and fearfully. If my friend had sought her in the highway and offered himself in some fresh accession of ardor, he might even now be a rejected and hopeless man; but I was unwilling to believe that this had happened.
"Hartley is fond of riding, and nothing could be more natural than for him to have his horse sent out from town."
"Oh, it"s natural enough," she cried; "but I was greatly taken aback when he rode up beside me."
"An old friend joining you in the highway, on a bright October morning!
I can"t for the life of me see anything surprising or alarming in that, Miss Hollister."
"But only yesterday, you remember I told you I had seen him walking with my sister."
"It"s perfectly easy to talk to Hezekiah! It seems to me that that only shows a friendly att.i.tude toward all the family. Let us deal with facts if I am to help you. I understand perfectly that Hartley Wiggins wishes to marry you; and that being the case I see no reason why he should n"t be courteous to your sister. I "ve always heard that it"s the proper thing to be polite to the sisters, cousins, and aunts of one"s prospective wife. I know of no more delightful occupation than listening to Hezekiah. Just now, for an hour or so, I have been enjoying her conversation myself. Nothing could be more refreshing or stimulating. She is an unusual young woman, and most amazingly wise."
"You have seen Hezekiah this morning!" she exclaimed.
"I have indeed. I hope I may say that she and I are becoming good friends. I am learning to understand her; though, believe me, I don"t speak boastingly. However, this morning we got on famously together.
But won"t you continue and tell me what happened in the road when Hartley rode up beside you?"
"Oh, nothing happened; really nothing! Nothing could have happened, for the excellent reason that I ran away from him. It was n"t what he did or said; it was the fear of what he might say!"
"If it had been Mr. d.i.c.k who had joined you in exactly the same way in the highway, you would not have minded in the least, Miss Hollister.
Is n"t that the truth?"
Her hand that had rested on the pommel of her saddle dropped to her side, and she stood erect, her eyes wide with wonder.