"Not even if Eileen would marry you?"
"No."
"Why?"
"You could not understand, dear. Even your mother cannot quite understand. So we won"t ever speak of it again, Drina."
The child balanced a bonbon between thumb and forefinger, considering it very gravely.
"I know something that mother does not," she said. And as he betrayed no curiosity:
"Eileen _is_ in love. I heard her say so."
He straightened up sharply, turning to look at her.
"I was sleeping with her. I was still awake, and I heard her say: "I _do_ love you--I _do_ love you." She said it very softly, and I cuddled up, supposing she meant me. But she was asleep."
"She certainly meant you," said Selwyn, forcing his stiffened lips into a smile.
The child shook her head, looking down at the ring which she was turning on her finger:
"No; she did not mean me."
"H-how do you know?"
"Because she said a man"s name."
The silence lengthened; he sat, tilted a little forward, blank gaze focussed on the snowy window; Drina, standing, leaned back into the hollow of his arm, absently studying her ring.
A few moments later her music-teacher arrived, and Drina was obliged to leave him.
"If you don"t wait until I have finished my music," she said, "you won"t see mother and Eileen. They are coming to take me to the riding-school at four o"clock."
He said that he couldn"t stay that day; and when she had gone away to the schoolroom he walked slowly to the window and looked out across the snowy Park, where hundreds of children were floundering about with gaily painted sleds. It was a pretty scene in the sunshine; crimson sweaters and toboggan caps made vivid spots of colour on the white expanse.
Beyond, through the naked trees, he could see the drive, and the sleighs with their brilliant scarlet plumes and running-gear flashing in the sun. Overhead was the splendid winter blue of the New York sky, in which, at a vast height, sea-birds circled.
Meaning to go--for the house and its a.s.sociations made him restless--he picked up the box of violets and turned to ring for a maid to take charge of them--and found himself confronting Eileen, who, in her furs and gloves, was just entering the room.
"I came up," she said; "they told me you were here, calling very formally upon Drina, if you please. What with her monopoly of you and Boots, there seems to be no chance for Nina and me."
They shook hands pleasantly; he offered her the box of violets, and she thanked him and opened it, and, lifting the heavy, perfumed bunch, bent her fresh young face to it. For a moment she stood inhaling the scent, then stretched out her arm, offering their fragrance to him.
"The first night I ever knew you, you sent me about a wagon-load of violets," she said carelessly.
He nodded pleasantly; she tossed her m.u.f.f on to the library table, stripped off her gloves, and began to unhook her fur coat, declining his aid with a quick shake of her head.
"It is easy--you see!"--as the sleeves slid from her arms and the soft ma.s.s of fur fell into a chair. "And, by the way, Drina said that you couldn"t wait to see Nina," she continued, turning to face a mirror and beginning to withdraw the jewelled pins from her hat, "so you won"t for a moment consider it necessary to remain just because I wandered in--will you?"
He made no reply; she was still busy with her veil and hat and her bright, glossy hair, the ends of which curled up at the temples--a burnished frame for her cheeks which the cold had delicately flushed to a wild-rost tint. Then, brushing back the upcurled tendrils of her hair, she turned to confront him, faintly smiling, brows lifted in silent repet.i.tion of her question.
"I will stay until Nina comes, if I may," he said slowly.
She seated herself. "You may," she said mockingly; "we don"t allow you in the house very often, so when you do come you may remain until the entire family can congregate to inspect you." She leaned back, looking at him; then look and manner changed, and she bent impulsively forward:
"You don"t look very well, Captain Selwyn; are you?"
"Perfectly. I"--he laughed--"I am growing old; that is all."
"Do you say that to annoy me?" she asked, with a disdainful shrug, "or to further impress me?"
He shook his head and touched the hair at his temples significantly.
"Pooh!" she retorted. "It is becoming--is that what you mean?"
"I hope it is. There"s no reason why a man should not grow old gracefully--"
"Captain Selwyn! But of course you only say it to bring out that latent temper of mine. It"s about the only thing that does it, too... . And please don"t plague me--if you"ve only a few moments to stay... . It may amuse you to know that I, too, am exhibiting signs of increasing infirmity; my temper, if you please, is not what it once was."
"Worse than ever?" he asked in pretended astonishment.
"Far worse. It is vicious. Kit-Ki took a nap on a new dinner-gown of mine, and I slapped her. And the other day Drina hid in a clothes-press while Nina was discussing my private affairs, and when the little imp emerged I could have shaken her. Oh, I am certainly becoming infirm; so if you are, too, comfort yourself with the knowledge that I am keeping pace with you through the winter of our discontent."
At the mention of the incident of which Drina had already spoken to him, Selwyn raised his head and looked at the girl curiously. Then he laughed.
"I am wondering," he said in a bantering voice, "what secrets Drina heard. I think I"d better ask her--"
"You had better not! Besides, _I_ said nothing at all."
"But Nina did."
She nodded, lying there, arms raised, hands clasping the upholstered wings of the big chair, and gazing at him out of indolent, amused eyes.
"Would you like to know what Nina was saying to me?" she asked.
"I"d rather hear what you said to her."
"I told you that I said nothing."
"Not a word?" he insisted.
"Not a word."
"Not even a sound?"
"N--well--I won"t answer that."
"Oho!" he laughed. "So you did make some sort of inarticulate reply!
Were you laughing or weeping?"