"But if you disregard it, Mrs. Fane, why do you repeat it?"
"Merely to emphasise to you my disbelief in it, child," returned Rosamund. "Do you understand?"
"Y-es; thank you. Yet, I should never have heard of it at all if you had not told me."
Rosamund"s colour rose one degree:
"It is better to hear such things from a friend, is it not?"
"I didn"t know that one"s friends said such things; but perhaps it is better that way, as you say, only, I cannot understand the necessity of my knowing--of my hearing--because it is Captain Selwyn"s affair, after all."
"And that," said Rosamund deliberately, "is why I told _you_."
"Told _me_? Oh--because he and I are such close friends?"
"Yes--such very close friends that I"--she laughed--"I am informed that your interests are soon to be identical."
The girl swung round, self-possessed, but dreadfully pale.
"If you believed that," she said, "it was vile of you to say what you said, Mrs. Fane."
"But I did _not_ believe it, child!" stammered Rosamund, several degrees redder than became her, and now convinced that it was true. "I n-never dreamed of offending you, Miss Erroll--"
"Do you suppose I am too ignorant to take offence?" said the girl unsteadily. "I told you very plainly that I did not understand the matters you chose for discussion; but I do understand impertinence when I am driven to it."
"I am very, very sorry that you believe I meant it that way," said Rosamund, biting her lips.
"What did you mean? You are older than I, you are certainly experienced; besides, you are married. If you can give it a gentler name than insolence I would be glad--for your sake, Mrs. Fane. I only know that you have spoiled my ride, spoiled the day for me, hurt me, humiliated me, and awakened, not curiosity, not suspicion, but the horror of it, in me. You did it once before--at the Minsters" dance; not, perhaps, that you deliberately meant to; but you did it. And your subject was then, as it is now, Captain Selwyn--my friend--"
Her voice became unsteady again and her mouth curved; but she held her head high and her eyes were as fearlessly direct as a child"s.
"And now," she said calmly, "you know where I stand and what I will not stand. Natural deference to an older woman, the natural self-distrust of a girl in the presence of social experience--and under its protection as she had a right to suppose--prevented me from checking you when your conversation became distasteful. You, perhaps, mistook my reticence for acquiescence; and you were mistaken. I am still quite willing to remain on agreeable terms with you, if you wish, and to forget what you have done to me this morning."
If Rosamund had anything left to say, or any breath to say it, there were no indications of it. Never in her flippant existence had she been so absolutely flattened by any woman. As for this recent graduate from fudge and olives, she could scarcely realise how utterly and finally she had been silenced by her. Incredulity, exasperation, amazement had succeeded each other while Miss Erroll was speaking; chagrin, shame, helplessness followed as bitter residue. But, in the end, the very incongruity of the situation came to her aid; for Rosamund very easily fell a prey to the absurd--even when the amus.e.m.e.nt was furnished at her own expense; and a keen sense of the ridiculous had more than once saved her dainty skirts from a rumpling that her modesty perhaps might have forgiven.
"I"m certainly a little beast," she said impulsively, "but I really do like you. Will you forgive?"
No genuine appeal to the young girl"s generosity had ever been in vain; she forgave almost as easily as she breathed. Even now in the flush of just resentment it was not hard for her to forgive; she hesitated only in order to adjust matters in her own mind.
Mrs. Fane swung her horse and held out her right hand:
"Is it _pax_, Miss Erroll? I"m really ashamed of myself. Won"t you forgive me?"
"Yes," said the young girl, laying her gloved hand on Rosamund"s very lightly; "I"ve often thought," she added navely, "that I could like you, Mrs. Fane, if you would only give me a chance."
"I"ll try--you blessed innocent! You"ve torn me into rags and tatters, and you did it adorably. What I said was idle, half-witted, gossiping nonsense. So forget every atom of it as soon as you can, my dear, and let me prove that I"m not an utter idiot, if _I_ can."
"That will be delightful," said Eileen with a demure smile; and Rosamund laughed, too, with full-hearted laughter; for trouble sat very lightly on her perfect shoulders in the noontide of her strength and youth. Sin and repentance were rapid matters with Rosamund; cause, effect, and remorse a quick sequence to be quickly reckoned up, checked off, and cancelled; and the next blank page turned over to be ruled and filled with the next impeachment.
There was, in her, more of mischief than of real malice; and if she did pinch people to see them wiggle it was partly because she supposed that the pain would be as momentary as the pinch; for nothing lasted with her, not even the wiggle. So why should the pain produced by a furtive tweak interfere with the amus.e.m.e.nt she experienced in the victim"s jump?
But what had often saved her from a social lynching was her ability to laugh at her own discomfiture, and her unfeigned liking and respect for the turning worm.
"And, my dear," she said, concluding the account of the adventure to Mrs. Ruthven that afternoon at Sherry"s, "I"ve never been so roundly abused and so soundly trounced in my life as I was this blessed morning by that red-headed novice! Oh, my! Oh, la! I could have screamed with laughter at my own undoing."
"It"s what you deserved," said Alixe, intensely annoyed, although Rosamund had not told her all that she had so kindly and gratuitously denied concerning her relations with Selwyn. "It was sheer effrontery of you, Rosamund, to put such notions into the head of a child and stir her up into taking a fict.i.tious interest in Philip Selwyn which I know--which is perfectly plain to m--to anybody never existed!"
"Of course it existed!" retorted Rosamund, delighted now to worry Alixe.
"She didn"t know it; that is all. It really was simple charity to wake her up. It"s a good match, too, and so obviously and naturally inevitable that there"s no harm in playing prophetess... . Anyway, what do _we_ care, dear? Unless you--"
"Rosamund!" said Mrs. Ruthven exasperated, "will you ever acquire the elements of reticence? I don"t know why people endure you; I don"t, indeed! And they won"t much longer--"
"Yes, they will, dear; that"s what society is for--a protective a.s.sociation for the purpose of enduring impossible people... . I wish," she added, "that it included husbands, because in some sets it"s getting to be one dreadful case of who"s whose. Don"t you think so?"
Alixe, externally calm but raging inwardly, sat pulling on her gloves, heartily sorry she had lunched with Rosamund.
The latter, already gloved, had risen and was coolly surveying the room.
"_Tiens!_" she said, "there is the youthful brother of our red-haired novice, now. He sees us and he"s coming to inflict himself--with another moon-faced creature. Shall we bolt?"
Alixe turned and stared at Gerald, who came up boyishly red and impetuous:
"How d"ye do, Mrs. Ruthven; did you get my note? How d"ye do, Mrs. Fane; awf"fly jolly to collide this way. Would you mind if--"
"You," interrupted Rosamund, "ought to be _down_town--unless you"ve concluded to retire and let Wall Street go to smash. What are you pretending to do in Sherry"s at this hour, you very dreadful infant?"
"I"ve been lunching with Mr. Neergard--and _would_ you mind--"
"Yes, I would," began Rosamund, promptly, but Alixe interrupted: "Bring him over, Gerald." And as the boy thanked her and turned back:
"I"ve a word to administer to that boy, Rosamund, so attack the Neergard creature with moderation, please. You owe me _that_ at least."
"No, I don"t!" said Rosamund, disgusted; "I _won"t_ be afflicted with a--"
"n.o.body wants you to be too civil to him, silly! But Gerald is in his office, and I want Gerald to do something for me. Please, Rosamund."
"Oh, well, if you--"
"Yes, I do. Here he is now; and _don"t_ be impossible and frighten him, Rosamund."
The presentation of Neergard was accomplished without disaster to anybody. On his thin nose the dew glistened, and his thick fat hands were hot; but Rosamund was too bored to be rude to him, and Alixe turned immediately to Gerald:
"Yes, I did get your note, but I"m not at home on Tuesday. Can"t you come--wait a moment!--what are you doing this afternoon?"
"Why, I"m going back to the office with Mr. Neergard--"
"Nonsense! Oh, Mr. Neergard, _would_ you mind"--very sweetly--"if Mr.