Miss T. (Wickedly.) Why? Won"t Mamma dance with you any more?
Capt. G. (More earnestly than the necessity demands.) I wasn"t thinking of your Mother. (Aside.) You little vixen!
Miss T. (Still looking out of the window.) Eh? Oh, I beg your pardon. I was thinking of something else.
Capt. G. (Aside.) Well! I wonder what she"ll say next. I"ve never known a woman treat me like this before. I might b--Dash it, I might be an Infantry subaltern! (Aloud.) Oh, please don"t trouble. I"m not worth thinking about. Isn"t your Mother ready yet?
Miss T. I should think so; but promise me, Captain Gamsby, you won"t take poor dear Mamma twice round Jakko any more. It tires her so.
Capt. G. She says that no exercise tires her.
Miss T. Yes, but she suffers afterward. You don"t know what rheumatism is, and you oughtn"t to keep her out so late, when it gets chill in the evenings.
Capt. G. (Aside.) Rheumatism. I thought she came off her horse rather in a bunch. Whew! One lives and learns. (Aloud.) I"m sorry to hear that.
She hasn"t mentioned it to me.
Miss T. (Flurried.) Of course not! Poor dear Mamma never would. And you mustn"t say that I told you either. Promise me that you won"t. Oh, Captain Gamsby, promise me you won"t!
Capt. G. I am dumb, or--I shall be as soon as you"ve given me that dance, and another--if you can trouble yourself to think about me for a minute.
Miss T. But you won"t like it one little bit. You"ll be awfully sorry afterward.
Capt. G. I shall like it above all things, and I shall only be sorry that I didn"t get more. (Aside.) Now what in the world am I saying?
Miss T. Very well. You will have only yourself to thank if your toes are trodden on. Shall we say Seven?
Capt. G. And Eleven. (Aside.) She can"t be more than eight stone, but, even then, it"s an absurdly small foot. (Looks at his own riding boots.)
Miss T. They"re beautifully shiny. I can almost see my face in them.
Capt. G. I was thinking whether I should have to go on crutches for the rest of my life if you trod on my toes.
Miss T. Very likely. Why not change Eleven for a square?
Capt. G. No, please! I want them both waltzes. Won"t you write them down?
Miss T. I don"t get so many dances that I shall confuse them. You will be the offender.
Capt. G. Wait and see! (Aside.) She doesn"t dance perfectly, perhaps, but--
Miss T. Your tea must have got cold by this time. Won"t you have another cup?
Capt. G. No, thanks. Don"t you think it"s pleasanter out in the veranda?
(Aside.) I never saw hair take that color in the sunshine before.
(Aloud.) It"s like one of d.i.c.ksee"s pictures.
Miss T. Yes I It"s a wonderful sunset, isn"t it? (Bluntly.) But what do you know about d.i.c.ksee"s pictures?
Capt. G. I go Home occasionally. And I used to know the Galleries.
(Nervously.) You mustn"t think me only a Philistine with a moustache.
Miss T. Don"t! Please don"t. I"m so sorry for what I said then. I was horribly rude. It slipped out before j thought. Don"t you know the temptation to say frightful and shocking things just for the mere sake of saying them? I"m afraid I gave way to it.
Capt. G. (Watching the girl as she flushes.) I think I know the feeling.
It would be terrible if we all yielded to it, wouldn"t it? For instance, I might say--
POOR DEAR MAMMA. (Entering, habited, hatted, and booted.) Ah, Captain Gamsby? "Sorry to keep you waiting. "Hope you haven"t been bored. "My little girl been talking to you?
Miss T. (Aside.) I"m not sorry I spoke about the rheumatism. I"m not!
I"m NOT! I only wished I"d mentioned the corns too.
Capt. G. (Aside.) What a shame! I wonder how old she is. It never occurred to me before. (Aloud.) We"ve been discussing "Shakespeare and the musical gla.s.ses" in the veranda.
Miss T. (Aside.) Nice man! He knows that quotation. He isn"t a Philistine with a moustache. (Aloud.) Goodbye, Captain Gadsby. (Aside.) What a huge hand and what a squeeze! I don"t suppose he meant it, but he has driven the rings into my fingers.
Poor Dear Mamma. Has Vermillion come round yet? Oh, yes! Captain Gadsby, don"t you think that the saddle is too far forward? (They pa.s.s into the front veranda.)
Capt. G. (Aside.) How the d.i.c.kens should I know what she prefers? She told me that she doted on horses. (Aloud.) I think it is.
Miss T. (Coming out into front veranda.) Oh! Bad Buldoo! I must speak to him for this. He has taken up the curb two links, and Vermillion bates that. (Pa.s.ses out and to horse"s head.)
Capt. G. Let me do it!
Miss. T. No, Vermillion understands me. Don"t you, old man? (Loosens curb-chain skilfully, and pats horse on nose and throttle.) Poor Vermillion! Did they want to cut his chin off? There!
Captain Gadsby watches the interlude with undisguised admiration.
Poor Dear Mamma. (Tartly to Miss T.) You"ve forgotten your guest, I think, dear.
Miss T. Good gracious! So I have! Goodbye. (Retreats indoors hastily.)
Poor Dear Mamma. (Bunching reins in fingers hampered by too tight gauntlets.) CAPTAIN Gadsby!
CAPTAIN GADSBY stoops and makes the foot-rest. Poor Dear Mamma blunders, halts too long, and breaks through it.
Capt. G. (Aside.) Can"t hold up seven stone forever. It"s all your rheumatism. (Aloud.) Can"t imagine why I was so clumsy. (Aside.) Now Little Featherweight would have gone up like a bird.
They ride out of the garden. The Captain falls back.
Capt. G. (Aside.) How that habit catches her under the arms! Ugh!
Poor Dear Mamma. (With the worn smile of sixteen seasons, the worse for exchange.) You"re dull this afternoon, Captain Gadsby.
Capt. G. (Spurring up wearily.) Why did you keep me waiting so long?
Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.
(AN INTERVAL OF THREE WEEKS.)