"It isn"t "Ricky," too, is it?"
"Alas! not yet!"
"No matter. The child is horribly lonely and depressed. _What_ do you think I"ve done, very cleverly?"
"What?"
"Flattered Jim and his driving until I induced him to take us all the way to North Linden. We can"t possibly get back until dinner. But that"s not all."
"What more, most wonderful of women?"
"I"ve got _him_ with us," she said with satisfaction. "I made Jim stop and pick him up. I _knew_ he was planning to drop in on Strelsa. And I made it such a personal matter that he should come with us to see some fool horses at Acremont that he couldn"t wriggle out of it particularly as Strelsa is my guest and he"s rather wary of offending me. Now, Ricky, make the best of your time because the beast is dining with us. I couldn"t avoid asking him."
"Very well," said Quarren grimly.
He went back to the veranda where Strelsa sat behind the tea-table in her frail pink gown looking distractingly pretty and demure.
"What had Molly to say to _you_ all that time?" she asked.
"Was I long away?"
"Yes, you were!"
"I"m delighted you found the time too long----"
"I did not say so! If you think it was short I shall warn Jim Wycherly how time flies with you and Molly.... Oh, dear! _Is_ that a mosquito?"
"I"m afraid it is," said Quarren.
"Then indoors I go!" exclaimed Strelsa indignantly. "You may come with me or remain out here and be slowly a.s.sa.s.sinated."
And she went in, rather hastily, calling to him to close the screen door.
Quarren glanced around the deserted drawing-room. Through the bay-window late afternoon sunlight poured flooding the room with a ruddy glory.
"I wonder if there"s enough of this celestial radiance to make a new aureole for you?" he said.
"So my old one is worn out, is it?"
"I meant to offer you a _double_ halo."
"You do say sweet things--for a rather obstinate young man," she said, flashing a laughing side glance at him. Then she walked slowly through the sunshine into the dimmer music-room, and found a seat at the piano.
Her mood changed; she became gay, capricious, even a trifle imperative:
"Please lean on the piano." He did so, inquiringly.
"Otherwise," she said, "you"d have attempted to seat yourself on this bench; and there isn"t room for both of us without crowding."
"If you moved a little----"
"But I won"t," she said serenely, and dropped her slim hands on the key-board.
She sang one or two modern songs, and he took second part in a pleasant, careless, but acceptable barytone.
"The old ones are the best," she commented, running lightly through a medley ranging from "The Mikado" to "Erminie," the "Black Hussar," and "The Mascotte." They sang the "gobble duet" from the latter fairly well:
_She._
"When on your manly form I gaze A sense of pleasure pa.s.ses o"er me";
_He._
"The murmured music of your voice Is sweeter far than liquid honey!"
And so on through the bleating of his sheep and the gobbling of her turkeys until they could scarcely sing for laughing.
[Ill.u.s.tration: ""The old ones are best." she commented."]
Then the mood of the absurd seized her; and she made him sing "Johnny Schmoker" with her until they could scarcely draw breath for the eternal refrain:
"Kanst du spielen?"
and the interminable list of musical instruments so easily mastered by that Teutonic musician.
"I want to sing you a section of one of those imbecile, colourless, pastel-tinted and very precious Debussy things," she exclaimed; and did so, wandering and meandering on and on through meaningless mazes of sound until he begged for mercy and even had to stay her hands on the key-board with his own.
She stopped then, pretending disappointment and surprise.
"Very well," she said; "you"ll have to match my performance with something equally imbecile"; and she composed herself to listen.
"What shall I do that is sufficiently imbecile?" he asked gravely; "turn seven solemn handsprings?"
"That isn"t silly enough. Roll over on the rug and play dead."
He prepared to do so but she wouldn"t permit him:
"No! I don"t want to remember you doing such a thing.... All the same I believe _you_ could do it and not lose--lose----"
"Dignity?"
"No--I don"t know what I mean. Come, Mr. Quarren; I am waiting for you to do something silly."
"Shall I say it or do it?"
"Either."
"Then I"ll recite something very, very precious--subtly, intricately, and psychologically precious."
"Oh, please do!"