This was a pleasant beginning. But if Georgiana, before her guest arrived, had thought the old house shabby, she felt it now to be positively shambling. She struggled mightily against this att.i.tude of mind, knowing that it was unworthy of her, but, as she led this wonderful, winsome creature, whom she knew to be accustomed only to the softnesses of life, up over the worn stair carpeting to the room she had prepared for her, she was wondering how she herself had ever conceived the preposterous idea of inviting her cousin to visit her; the task of making this daughter of luxury comfortable, even for a fortnight, seemed suddenly so impossible.
"Oh, how very attractive!" exclaimed Jeannette, as she was taken into the room over which Georgiana had spent so much thought. "I shall love it here!"
That was to be her att.i.tude, thought Georgiana. Being exceedingly well-bred, the guest was prepared to like everything that was done for her. Though this was precisely what was to be expected and desired, Georgiana found herself already irritated by it--most unreasonably, it must be admitted.
"I"m a jealous goose!" said she sternly to herself, and fell to helping her cousin. There was something appealing about the girl"s helplessness, because she evidently tried hard not to show it. As the two lifted the garments from the carefully packed trunk trays it was Georgiana who found the right places for them in clothespress and bureau drawers. She had seldom seen, never handled, such exquisite apparel, from the piles of sheer, convent-embroidered linen to the frocks and wraps and negliges which went into retirement on the padded hangers she had provided. She realized, too, that elaborate as seemed to her the array of clothing Jeannette had thought it necessary to bring for her visit, it was probable that the girl herself had felt that she was having packed only the simplest of her wardrobe and the least that a civilized being could do with.
It was when Jeannette herself spread forth upon the little dressing-table--cleverly contrived out of an old washstand, a long and narrow mirror, and some odds and ends of muslin and lace--the articles she was accustomed to use every day of her life, but which might have been matched only in the homes of princes, that the young hostess found it hardest to control the pang of envy which smote her. Such silver, such crystal, such genuine ivory--and such sheer beauty of design and finish! Yet Jeannette was almost awkward in her disposal of the imposing array, saying with a laugh that she really couldn"t remember how the things went at home, but that it didn"t matter in the least.
She set about removing her traveling clothes as if she never had been waited upon in her life. It was only when she failed to discover how she was put together that Georgiana had to come to the rescue.
"It"s dreadfully stupid of me," protested Jeannette, her delicate cheeks flushing, "but I simply can"t find that absurd hook."
It was then that Georgiana frankly took the situation by its horns and did away with all embarra.s.sment.
"You must let me help you, Jean," she said, finishing the unhooking with ease, "whenever you need it. I shall love to do it, for you might have rather a bad time trying to do everything for yourself. There you are--and please call me when you are ready to be fastened into your other frock. I"m just around the corner, and there"s n.o.body else at home now."
Before supper was served, Georgiana prepared her cousin to meet "the boarder." Not on any account would she have let his presence be accounted for on the score of his being a guest in the house; not even would she call him a "paying guest."
"Mr. Jefferson came to us through a letter from a friend. He said he wanted a quiet place to work in, away from all interruptions by friends or claims of any sort. He is writing a book, and we see as little of him as if he were not in the house--except at the table. I think you will like him. It"s so long since we have had a man in the house we"re not yet used to it, but on the whole it"s rather comforting."
"How interesting--to have a book being written in the house! Is it fact or fiction, do you know?"
"I don"t imagine it"s fiction. He has piles of reference books, and a great deal of mail, and--somehow--he doesn"t look as if he wrote fiction."
Yet, as Mr. Jefferson came into the dining-room that night, Georgiana found herself wondering why she should think he did not look as if he would write fiction--not foolish fiction, certainly, but sensible fiction, made possible by keen observation and set off by a capacity for quiet--possibly even biting--humour. He looked at least as if he might write essays, thoughtful, clever essays, full of searching a.n.a.lyses of his fellow human creatures, of their oddities, their hopes, their aspirations, their sins, and their virtues. Or--was he, after all, writing on scientific matters--facts, pure and simple; inferences, deductions, conclusions from facts? She wondered, more than she had yet done, as to the nature of his work.
"I think Mr. Jefferson is delightful," said Jeannette cordially, beside the living-room fire, when supper was over, and the boarder, after lingering in the living-room doorway for a minute, but declining on the score of work Mr. Warne"s invitation to enter, had gone his way upstairs. On this first night Georgiana had let the disordered dining table wait, and had accompanied the others to the fireside as if she had a dozen servants to attend to her household affairs. "After this, she won"t notice so much," she had argued with herself. "I don"t want to have her offering to help. I don"t mean to do a thing differently on her account, but I can"t help--well, _shying_ at the dishes the very first minute after supper!"
"A man of fine intellect," Father Davy responded to his niece"s observation, "and accustomed to think worthy thoughts. One can see that at once. It is a real pleasure to have him here. It is good for us, too.
Georgiana and I were growing narrow before he came. He has broadened us; we get his point of view on subjects that we thought had been disposed of for all time--and find them not disposed of at all."
Before the moment arrived when, in Georgiana"s mind, the waiting work in the kitchen must be done without further postponement, the front door was besieged by James Stuart. A basket of late winter apples in hand, he came in, looking the image of vigorous youth, his well-set-up figure showing its best in the irreproachable clothes he always wore when his day"s work was over, his manner, as usual, that of the friend of the house. He had not received Georgiana"s permission to come in upon this first evening of Miss Crofton"s visit, but he had taken his welcome for granted and was not disappointed in receiving it. It was impossible not to be glad to see his smiling face, for his good looks were backed by a capacity for adapting himself to whatever company he might find himself in, though it should be of the most distinguished.
Presenting Stuart to her cousin, it occurred to Georgiana to wonder as to the impression each must make upon the other. Jeannette was wearing a frock of a peculiar shade of blue which the firelight and lamplight, instead of dulling, seemed to make almost to glow. It was the sort of apparently simple attire which is the product of high art, and in it, sitting just where all lights seemed to play together upon hair and cheek and perfect throat, the visitor was, as Georgiana owned to herself, certainly worth looking at.
She left them together presently and went off to the kitchen. Here she covered from view with a big pinafore her own undeniably attractive figure and fell upon her task, proceeding to dispatch it with all the speed compatible with quiet. She had cleared the table, and, having arranged her dishes in orderly piles, was just filling her dishpan with the steaming water which made suds as it fell upon the soap, when a familiar footstep was heard upon the bare kitchen floor.
Georgiana looked over her shoulder, words of reproof upon her lips: "Well--having come without an invitation, the least you can do is to stay where you belong and entertain the guest."
"There"s a characteristic welcome for you!" The intruder seemed in no wise daunted by his reception, but picked up a dish towel and stood at ease, waiting the placing of the first tumbler in the rinsing pan. "And where should I belong, if not standing by a chum in distress?"
"I"m not in distress, if you please."
"Don"t mind washing dishes while the guest sits by the fire?"
"Not a bit--more than usual," Georgiana amended honestly.
"Why don"t you pile "em up and let "em wait till morning?"
"I shouldn"t sleep for thinking of them."
"My word, but you"re a hustler! I don"t know whether I can keep up."
"Don"t try. Go back to the other room, please, Jimps. You can be of real use there."
"Well, I like that!"
As he wiped away a.s.siduously, Stuart surveyed his companion"s face in profile. It belied the dictatorial words, for Georgiana was smiling. Her cheeks were of a splendid colour, her dark hair drooped over the prettiest white forehead in the world, and the whole outline of her face was distracting. Here was a lamplight effect which rivalled the one in the living-room, though it was thrown from a common kitchen lamp, unshaded, and fell upon a figure in a red-and-white checked ap.r.o.n.
Georgiana glanced at her self-appointed a.s.sistant and encountered the flash of an eye which told her that, however Stuart objected to her words, he liked the look of what he saw.
"Isn"t Jeannette a beauty?" she inquired hastily, and plunged her hands into her pan with such energy that she sent a splash of hot, soapy water upon Stuart"s cheek. He surrept.i.tiously wiped it off with a corner of his dish towel.
"She sure is," he a.s.sented cordially. "I wasn"t prepared for quite such a looker. She doesn"t seem to have brought with her that proud and haughty expression she had in the Sunday papers."
"She"s a dear, and not in the least proud and haughty. I"m going to enjoy her visit, I know. If I can only make her enjoy it!"
"I"ll be glad to help," Stuart offered. "This isn"t a very promising time of year for the country, but if you think she"d like any of the good times we can give her here, I"ll get them up."
"Our sort of good times is just what I do want to give her. She"s had enough of her own kind and needs the diversion. What would you get up, for instance?"
"I"ll take overnight to think it out, but I can promise you it"ll be an outdoor affair. Would she be up to any kind of a tramp, do you think?"
"Oh, no, Jimps! Not yet, at any rate."
"All right. I"ll harness up my best team and carry her most of the way.
We must have another man, I suppose. Shall we ask the literary light, just for a lark? It would give tone to the company to have him along, eh?"
"He probably wouldn"t go."
"Don"t you fool yourself. A fellow who covers as many miles a day as he does will jump at it, no matter how important his next chapter is. Do you know, I"ll have to admit I rather like him since I tramped a couple of miles in his company the other day. There are a lot of interesting ideas in his head, and I got him to give me the benefit of a few of them. Drew him out, you know. Though to be strictly honest"--with a laugh--"when I thought it over afterward I wasn"t exactly sure that he hadn"t drawn me out rather more than I drew him. Anyhow, the interest seemed to be mutual, and that flattered me a bit. It"s perfectly evident that he"s a great student of affairs."
They finished the work at a gallop. Georgiana slipped off her pinafore, and Stuart, who had insisted on waiting for her, hung it upon its accustomed nail.
"Do you suppose pretty cousin ever wore one?" he queried.
CHAPTER VII
s...o...b..a.l.l.s
Mr. E. C. Jefferson laid down his pen, ran his hand through his heavy brown hair, rumpling it still more than it had been rumpled before--which is saying considerable--and stretched his legs under the table upon which he had been writing steadily since half-past one o"clock. He heaved a mighty breath, stretched his arms to match his legs, looked round at his windows, which faced the west, and so had kept him supplied with strong light longer than windows on any other side of the house would have done, and took out his watch.
Nearly half-past four. Time, and more than time, for his late afternoon tramp. He set the piles of sheets before him in order, sheathed his pen and put it in his pocket, and rose from his place, the light of achievement in his eye, but crampiness and fatigue in all his limbs.