At the supper-table little Miss Crewe was a prominent feature. At her end of the table conversation flourished and cheerfulness reigned. Even Euphemia and young Mr. Jessup, who had come down together in a mutual agony of embarra.s.sment, began to pluck up spirit and hazard occasional remarks, and finally even joined in the laughter at Dolly"s witticism.
People lower down the table glanced up across the various dishes, and envied the group who seemed to set the general heaviness and discontent at defiance.
Dolly, accompanied by coffee and cakes, was more at home and more delightful than ever, so delightful, indeed, that Ralph Gowan began to regard even Lady Augusta with grat.i.tude, since it was to her he was, to some extent, indebted for his new acquaintance.
"She is a delightful--yes, a delightful girl!" exclaimed young Mr.
Jessup, confidentially addressing-Euphemia, and blus.h.i.+ng vividly at his own boldness. "I never heard such a laugh as she has in my life. It is actually exhilarating. It quite raises one"s spirits," with mild _navete_.
Euphemia began to brighten at once. She could talk about Dolly Crewe if she could talk about nothing else.
"Oh, but you have n"t seen _anything_ of her yet," she said, in a burst of enthusiasm. "If you could only see her every day, as I do, and hear the witty things she says, and see how self-possessed she is, when other people would be perfectly miserable with confusion, there would be no wonder at your saying you never saw anybody like her. _I_ never did, I am sure. And then, you know, somehow or other, she always looks so well in everything she wears,--even in the shabbiest things, and her things are nearly always shabby enough, for they are dreadfully poor. She is always finding new ways of wearing things or new ways of doing her hair or--or something. It is the way her dresses fit, I think. Oh, dear, how I do wish the dressmaker could make mine fit as hers do! Just look at that white merino, now, for instance. It is the plainest dress in the room, and there is not a bit of fuss or tr.i.m.m.i.n.g about it, and yet see how soft the folds look and how it hangs,--the train, you know.
It reminds me of a picture,--one of those pictures in fas.h.i.+onable monthlies,--ill.u.s.trations of love stories, you know."
"It is a very pretty dress," said young Mr. Jessup, eying it with great interest. "What did you say the stuff was called?"
"Merino," answered Phemie.
"Merino," repeated Mr. Jessup. "I will try and remember. I should like my sister Lucinda Maria to have a dress like it."
And he regarded it with growing admiration just tempered by the effect of a mental picture of Lucinda Maria, who was bony and of remarkable proportions, attired in its soft and flowing counterpart, with white swan"s-down adorning her bare shoulders.
"May I ask," said Miss MacDowlas, at the bottom of the table, to Lady Augusta,--"may I ask who that young lady with the fresh completion is,--the young lady in white at the other end?"
"That is my governess," replied her ladys.h.i.+p, freezingly. "Miss Dorothea Crewe."
And Miss MacDowlas settled her eye-gla.s.s and gave Miss Dorothea Crewe the benefit of a prolonged examination.
"Crewe," she said, at length. "Poor relation, I suppose?" with some sharpness of manner. Dignity was lost upon Miss MacDowlas.
"A branch of my family who are no great credit to it," was the majestic rejoinder.
"Oh, indeed," was the lady"s sole remark, and then Miss MacDowlas returned to her coffee, still, however, keeping her double eye-gla.s.s across her nose and casting an occasional glance at Dolly.
And just at this particular moment Dolly was unconsciously sealing Ralph Gowan"s fate for him. Quite unconsciously, I repeat, for the most serious of Dolly"s iniquities were generally unconscious. When she flirted, her flirtations were of so frank and open a nature, that, bewildered and fascinated though her victims might be, they must have been blind indeed to have been deceived, and so there were those who survived them and left the field safe, though somewhat sore at heart.
But when she was in her honest, earnest, life-enjoying moods, and meant no harm,--when she was simply enjoying herself and trying to amuse her masculine companion, when her gestures were unconscious and her speeches unstudied, when she laughed through sheer merriment and was charmingly theatrical because she could not help it and because little bits of pathos and comedy were natural to her at times, then it was that the danger became deadly; then it was that her admirers were regardless of consequences, and defied results. And she was in just such a mood to-night.
"Come and see us?" she was saying. "Of course you may; and if you come, you shall have an insight into the domestic workings of modern Vagabondia. You shall be introduced to half a dozen people who toil not, neither do they spin successfully, for their toiling and spinning seems to have little result, after all. You shall see shabbiness and the spice of life hand-in-hand; and, I dare say, you will find that the figurative dinner of herbs is not utterly dest.i.tute of a flavor of _piquancy_.
You shall see people who enjoy themselves in sheer defiance of circ.u.mstances, and who find a pathos in every-day events, which, in the camps of the Philistines, mean nothing. Yes, you may come if you care to." And Ralph Gowan, looking down at the changeful eyes, saw an almost tender light s.h.i.+ning in their depths,--summoned up all at once perhaps by one of those inexplicable touches of pathos of which she had spoken.
But even coffee and conversation must come to an end at last, and so the end of this evening came. People began to drop away one by one, bidding their hostess good-night with the air of individuals who had performed a duty, and were relieved to find it performed and disposed of for the time being. So Dolly, leaving her companion with a bright farewell, and amiably disposing of Lady Augusta, slipped up-stairs to the retiring-room for her wraps. In the course of three minutes she came down again, the scarlet shawl draped around her, and the highly ornamental hood donned. She was of so little consequence in the Bilberry household that no one met her when she reappeared. Even the servants knew that her convenience or inconvenience was of small moment, so the task of summoning her cab would have devolved upon herself, had it not been for a little incident, which might have been either an accident or otherwise. As she came down the staircase a gentleman crossed the threshold of the parlor and came to meet her,--and this gentleman was no other than Ralph Gowan.
"Let me have the pleasure of putting you into your--"
"Cab," ended Dolly, with a trill of a laugh,--it was so evident that he had been going to say "carriage." "Thank you, with the greatest of pleasure. Indeed, it is rather a relief to me, for they generally keep me waiting. And I detest waiting."
He handed her into her seat, and lingered to see that she was comfortable, perhaps with unnecessary caution; and then, when she gave him her hand through the window, he held it for a moment longer than was exactly called for by the exigencies of the occasion.
"You will not forget that you have given me permission to call," he said, hesitating slightly.
"Oh, dear no!" she answered. "I shall not forget. We are always glad to see people--in Vagabondia."
And as the cab drove off, she waved the hand he had held in an airy gesture of adieu, gave him a bewildering farewell nod, and, withdrawing her face from the window, disappeared in the shadow within.
"Great Jove!" meditated Ralph Gowan, when he had seen the last of her.
"And this is a nursery governess,--a sort of escape-valve for the spleen and ill moods of that woman in copper-color. She teaches them French and music, I dare say, and makes those spicy little jokes of hers over the dog-eared arithmetic. Ah, well! such is impartial Fortune," And he strolled back into the house again, to make his adieus to Lady Augusta, with the bewitching Greuze face fresh in his memory.
But, for her part, Dolly, having left him behind in the Philistine camp, was nestling comfortably in the dark corner of her cab, thinking of Griffith, as she always did think of him when she found herself alone for a moment.
"I wonder if he will be at home when I get there," she said. "Poor fellow! he would find it dull enough without me, unless they were all in unusually good spirits. I wonder if the time ever will come when we shall have a little house of our own, and can go out together or stay at home, just as we like."
CHAPTER III. ~ IN WHICH THE TRAIN IS LAID.
"After a holiday comes a rest day." The astuteness of this proverb continually proved itself in Vagabondia, and this was more particularly the case when the holiday had been Dolly"s, inasmuch as Dolly was invariably called upon to "fight her battles o"er again," and recount her experiences the day following a visit, for the delectation of the household. Had there appeared in the camps a Philistine of notoriety, then that Philistine must play his or her part again through the medium of Dolly"s own inimitable powers of description or representation; had any little scene occurred possessing a spice of flavoring, or ill.u.s.trating any Philistine peculiarity, then Dolly was quite equal to the task of putting it upon the family stage, and re-enacting it with iniquitous seasonings and additions of her own. And yet the fun was never of an ill-natured sort. When Dolly gave them a correct embodiment of Lady Augusta in reception of her guests, with an accurate description of the "great Copper-Boiler costume," the bursts of applause meant nothing more than that Dolly"s imitative gifts were in good condition, and that the "great Copper-Boiler costume" was a success. Then, the feminine mind being keenly alive to an interest in earthly vanities, an enlargement on Philistine adornments was considered necessary, and Dolly always rendered herself popular by a minute description of the reigning fas.h.i.+ons, as displayed by the Bilberry element. She found herself quite repaid for the trouble of going into detail, by the unsophisticated pleasure in Mollie"s eyes alone, for to Mollie outward furnis.h.i.+ngs seemed more than worthy of description and discussion.
Accordingly, the morning after Lady Augusta"s _conversazione_, Dolly gave herself up to the task of enlivening the household. It was Sat.u.r.day morning, fortunately, and on Sat.u.r.day her visits to the Bilberry mansion were dispensed with, so she was quite at liberty to seat herself by the fire, with Tod in her arms, and recount the events of the evening.
Somehow or other, she had almost regarded him as a special charge from the first. She had always been a favorite with him, as she was a favorite with most children. She was just as natural and thoroughly at home with Tod in her arms, or clambering over her feet, or clutching at the tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs of her dress, as she was under any other circ.u.mstances; and when on this occasion Griffith came in at noon to hear the news, and found her kneeling upon the carpet with outstretched hands teaching the pretty little tottering fellow to walk, he felt her simply irresistible.
"Come to Aunt Dolly," she was saying. "Tod, come to Aunt Dolly." And then she looked up laughing. "Look at him, Griffith," she said. "He has walked all the way from that arm-chair." And then she made a rush at the child, and caught him in her arms with a little whirl, and jumped up with such a light-hearted enjoyment of the whole affair that it was positively exciting to look at her.
It was quite natural--indeed, it would have been quite unnatural if she had not found her usual abiding-place in her lover"s encircling arm at once, even with Tod conveniently established on one of her own, and evidently regarding his own proximity upon such an occasion as remarkable if nothing else. That arm of Griffith"s usually _did_ slip around her waist even at the most ordinary times, and long use had so accustomed Dolly to the habit that she would have experienced some slight feeling of astonishment if the familiarity had been omitted.
It was rather a surprise to the young man to find that Miss MacDowlas had appeared upon the scene, and that she had partaken of coffee and conversation in the flesh the evening before.
"But it"s just like her," he said. "She is the sort of relative who always _does_ turn up unexpectedly, Dolly. How does she look?"
"Juvenescent," said Dolly; "depressingly so to persons who rely upon her for the realizing of expectations. A very few minutes satisfied me that I should never become Mrs. Griffith Donne upon _her_ money. It is a very fortunate thing for us that we are of Vagabondian antecedents, Griffith,--just see how we might trouble ourselves, and wear our patience out over Miss MacDowlas, if we troubled ourselves about anything. This being utterly free from the care of worldly possessions makes one touchingly disinterested. Since we have nothing to expect, we are perfectly willing to wait until we get it."
She had thought so little about Ralph Gowan,--once losing sight of him, as he stood watching her on the pavement, that in discussing other subjects she had forgotten to mention him, and it was only Mollie"s entrance into the room that brought him upon the carpet.
Coming in, with her hair bunched up in a lovely, disorderly knot, and the dimple on her left cheek artistically accentuated by a small patch of black, the youngest Miss Crewe yet appeared to advantage, when, after appropriating Tod, she slipped down into a sitting posture with him on the carpet, in the midst of the amplitude of folds of Lady Augusta"s once gorgeous wrapper.
"Have you told him about the great Copper-Boiler costume, Dolly?" she said, bending down so that one brown tress hung swaying before Tod"s eyes. "Has she, Griffith?"
"Yes," answered Griffith, looking at her with a vague sense of admiration. He shared all Dolly"s enthusiasm on the subject of Mollie"s prettiness.
"Was n"t it good? I wish I was as cool as Dolly is. And poor Phemie--and the gentleman who made love to you all the evening, Dolly. What was his name? Was n"t it Gowan?"
Griffith"s eyes turned toward Dolly that instant.
"Gowan!" he exclaimed. "You didn"t say anything about him. You didn"t even say he was there."
"Did n"t she?" said Mollie, looking up with innocently wide-open eyes.
"Why, he made love to her all--"
"I wish you would n"t talk such rubbish, Mollie," Dolly interrupted her--a trifle sharply because she understood the cloud on her lover"s face so well. "Who said Mr. Gowan made love to me? Not I, you may be sure. I told you he talked to me, and that was all."