"No! She didn"t say that?"
"Yes, she did, and meant it. I"ll write, too, of course. You"ll be deluged with letters and picture post-cards. You ought to be satisfied with so much attention."
"Letters are all right--we won"t say anything about the post-cards--and I hope you"ll both keep your promises. But when I think of all these summer evenings without you----"
He heaved a gusty sigh which Georgiana had no reason to doubt was genuine. How much heavier would be his spirits, if he were told that Miles Channing was to be of the party, she had full consciousness. She was aware of the futility of attempting to keep this unwelcome news from him longer than the day of her departure, but she had not thus far ventured to mention it.
"I shall miss these evenings myself," she said soberly. "After all, Jimps, I expect there"ll be n.o.body gladder to get back home than I. I shall see this old garden in my dreams." Then quickly, as another deep-drawn breath warned her that sentimental ground was dangerous, she cried: "Oh, but, Jimps! I haven"t told you of the last and nicest thing that wonderful girl has done for me. She insisted on my bringing home the dearest little traveling suit of some kind of lovely summer serge that doesn"t spot and doesn"t muss and is altogether adorable. She insists it"s not becoming to her, and it really isn"t; but I almost know she planned not to have it becoming so she could give it away to me. And a perfect beauty of a little hat--and a big, loose coat, to wear on the steamer, that looks absolutely new, but she vows it isn"t, and that she"s tired of it. Was ever anybody so lucky as I?"
"It certainly does take clothes to stir up a girl," was Stuart"s cynical comment. "Talk of separation and they pretend to be as sad over it as you are; but let "em think about the clothes they"re going to wear and their spirits leap up like soda water."
"Poor old Jimps! Doesn"t he know the sustaining qualities of pretty clothes? Too bad! But really it"s lucky I have something to sustain me, it"s such a pull to make myself go. I didn"t suppose I"d ever leave Father Davy this way while he is so feeble, but he"s the most urgent of all to send me off, and I know I really can bring him back wonderful pleasure."
Thus the talks ran during the few days which elapsed before Georgiana"s departure. Every spare hour was full with preparation, from the packing of the trim little steamer trunk which arrived by express, a gift from Uncle Thomas, to the careful mending and putting in perfect order of every article Father Davy would be likely to wear during the whole period of his daughter"s absence. Georgiana"s thoughts as she worked were a curious mixture of happy antic.i.p.ation and actual dread.
"If only I could go as Jeannette is going," she said to herself, "without a care in the world except to plan how she will fill the summer, and to make sure her maid puts in plenty of silk stockings to last till she can buy some more in Paris. When I went to college it was with the fear that I ought not to accept father"s sacrifice, even though Aunt Harriet was with him then, and he was far, far stronger than he is now. I"ve never done anything in my life without a guilty feeling that I ought not to be doing it. Why can"t I do now as they all bid me--drop my cares and take my fun, like any other girl? I will--I must. It"s only fair!"
The excitement of antic.i.p.ation grew upon her as the busy hours slipped away; the regrets and anxieties diminished. With every day came fresh and delightfully interesting contributions to her outfitting from Jeannette or Aunt Olivia--a handsome little handbag of silk and silver to match the traveling suit; a snug toilet case of soft blue leather, holding everything mortal woman could want on train or ship; a great woolly steamer rug to use on shipboard. Georgiana could only catch her breath at such kindness, and dash off hasty notes of spirited thanks, and protests against any more of the same sort. But in spite of her pride it was impossible to resist accepting these and other gifts, they seemed prompted by such genuine affection.
The day came; the trunk was closed and strapped. Mr. Jefferson had done the strapping, coming upon the prospective traveler in the upper hall, where she was trying in vain to bring leather thong and buckle into the proper relations.
"Haven"t I yet proved my right to the t.i.tle of man in the house?" he inquired, as he did the trick with the masculine ease which is ever a source of envy to those whose hands are weaker.
"Indeed you have; but I shall never get over feeling that I have to do everything for myself."
"It will be some one"s privilege to teach you better some time," was his rejoinder. "Meanwhile, those of us who are near at hand are only too happy to act as deputies."
Between her "three men," as Jeannette had called them, Georgiana was allowed to do little for herself at the last. She was to meet her cousins as the train went through their city, but Stuart had invited himself to accompany her to that point, thus giving himself a chance, as he said, to clinch that bargain with Jeannette concerning the promised letters and post-cards.
Therefore Georgiana"s farewells were not to be all said at once, for which she was thankful. It was quite enough to take leave of Father Davy, who was looking, it seemed to his daughter"s eyes, on that sultry June morning, a shade paler and weaker than usual.
"It"s the sudden summer heat, dear," he said with the brightest of smiles, as with her arms about him she questioned him; "nothing more.
There, there, my little girl; don"t let your fancy get the better of you. I"m very well indeed, and shall soon be used to the summer weather.
Go--and G.o.d be with you, dearest!"
"It doesn"t matter about His going with me if He"ll only stay with you,"
murmured Georgiana, vainly struggling with herself, that she might take a bright and tearless farewell of this dear being.
"He will go with you and He will stay with me," said Mr. Warne cheerfully, "so be at rest. Here--I"ve written you a steamer letter.
Read it when the good ship sails, and think of me as rejoicing in your happiness."
It was over at last, and she was off. At the gate she had turned to Mr.
Jefferson, who was carrying her handbag to the village stage, from which Stuart had leaped to run up to the porch and say a word of cheer to Mr.
Warne, sitting in a big chair.
"I can"t tell you what a comfort it is, Mr. Jefferson," she said as she gave him her hand, "to know that you are here. I haven"t worked with you for six weeks not to understand that it is no mere author of a scientific treatise who is staying with my father."
"No?" He smiled into her lifted eyes, and his look was that of a friend whom one may trust. "Well, Miss Georgiana, if it is of any support to you to be told that whatever knowledge or skill I may have is all at the service of your father, then I am glad to a.s.sure you of that fact. I will do my best for him always. Good-bye, and may it be a happy time from first to last."
His hand held hers close as he said these words, and continued to hold it for a moment longer while he gave her a long and intent look. She felt a strange pang; it was almost as if she could think he was going to miss her. Yet she knew better. If he missed her it would be only because he had become accustomed to having her about. No sign of any more uncommon interest had he ever shown.
Then Stuart, farther down the path, was calling, "Come, George, we"re all but late now"; and she was in the old stage and it was lumbering off down the road, while neighbours waved from their windows, and Georgiana strained her eyes to get a last look at the figure on the porch.
On the train she and Stuart somehow found little to say to each other in the ride of an hour and a half to the city station where the rest of the party came aboard. Stuart did not catch sight of Miles Channing until the last minute of the train"s stop. He had filled the earlier period of the ten-minute detention in the station with a hurried talk with Jeannette, during which Georgiana noted that the two seemed thoroughly absorbed in each other. It was small wonder, for Jeannette had never been more radiantly lovely than in the distinguished plainness of her traveling costume. She seemed very happy as she presumably bargained with Stuart for letters, and Jimps himself had never looked more interested in any proposition than in that one.
Suddenly, however, the wait was over. Georgiana turned from greeting Channing, who had just come aboard followed by a porter with his luggage, when she heard Stuart"s voice in her ear:
"George, is _he_ going?"
"I believe he is," she admitted, trying not to let her colour rise beneath the accusing expression in his eyes.
"And you didn"t mention it?"
"Didn"t I? He"s Jeannette"s and Rosalie"s friend, not mine."
"No; he"s something more than a friend to you--or means to be. I might have known he"d work this scheme. It"s good-bye to you in earnest then."
"Jimps! Please don"t. It"s nothing of the sort. I----"
The train began to move. But instead of a hasty leave-taking and a leap from the steps, James Stuart stood still. "I believe I"ll go on for another hour," he said coolly, with a glance at his watch. "I can get off at the next stop. Meanwhile--Miss Jeannette, the observation platform seems to be nearly empty. Would you care to sit out there a while, since I"ve no chair in here now and the car is full?"
Georgiana, sitting facing Miles Channing--she wondered who was responsible for the fact that his chair proved to be next hers--saw his eyes, as he glanced toward the rear of the car, follow Stuart and Jeannette.
"He"s a mighty nice fellow, isn"t he?" he commented pleasantly. "Too bad he isn"t coming along. Seems tremendously interested in Jeannette, and it"s quite evident that she likes him--as much as is good for him. These partings--well, I"m sorry for him. But he means to make the most of this last hour. It would be unkind of us to follow them out there, wouldn"t it?--though I was about to propose going out when he stole a march on me."
"It would be very unkind," agreed Georgiana gayly. "Yes, I wish he could have the whole journey; he deserves a rest and change. He"s one of the finest men I know."
Now that Channing was beside her, with his handsome face and faultlessly dressed figure easily the most attractive man in the car, she could not begrudge Jeannette this final hour with Stuart, though her pride smarted a little under the change in his manner toward herself. She had read in her cousin"s face, as Jeannette"s eyes met Stuart"s when she first caught sight of him, that she was much more than commonly glad to see him, and the observer had noted with what an air of joyous comradeship the two had hurried, laughing, down the aisle to the rear door after Stuart"s proposal.
But the hour was soon over. It was not until the train stopped that Jeannette and Stuart returned to the others inside the car, and then the farewells were necessarily hurried. With a smiling face Stuart shook hands with them all, leaving his best friend to the last, according to the unwritten law of farewells.
When he came to her he looked very nearly straight into her eyes--not quite--it might have been her lower eyelashes upon which he brought his glance to bear.
"Great luck, Georgiana," he said distinctly, "and all kinds of a good time."
"Good-bye, Jimps, and thank you very, very much for coming," she responded.
It was hardly to be believed that James Stuart would not lower his voice and murmur some last word for her ear alone, for this had long been his custom. Instead, he gave her a brilliant smile--and turned again to Jeannette.
"Good-bye, once more," he said--and added something under his breath, in response to which Jeannette nodded, smiling, and went with him to the front end of the car, where she alone was the last to wave farewell as he looked back from the platform.
Georgiana caught a final glimpse of him as he ran along it with bared head, and the whole party waved hands and called parting salutes, in which she joined. Then Jeannette came back, and Georgiana looked searchingly at her, her own heart experiencing an uncomfortable sort of depression as she saw the exquisite flush on her cousin"s cheek and the light in her eyes.
""Dog in the manger!"" Georgiana sternly reproached herself in her own thoughts. "Isn"t it enough for you to have one man looking devotion at you, but you must claim everybody in sight?" And she made a determined and partially successful effort not to mind that things had turned out as they had. Only--she and James Stuart had been friends a very long time, and she was sorry to have the parting from him tinged by a cloud of misunderstanding. It would have been much better, she admitted to herself now, to have told him frankly in the beginning that Miles Channing was to be of the party.
CHAPTER XVI