Presently he heard footsteps, and looking up he saw a girl descending the stairs in the fading stream of light. She was clad in trailing white, which gleamed against the dark oak and rustled softly as it flowed about a tall, finely outlined and finely poised figure. She had hair of dark brown with paler lights in its curling tendrils, gathered back from a neck that showed a faintly warmer whiteness than the snowy fabric below it. It was her face, though, that seized Vane"s attention: the level brows; the quiet, deep brown eyes; the straight, cleanly-cut nose; and the subtle suggestion of steadfastness and pride which they all conveyed.
He rose with a cry that had pleasure and eagerness in it.
"Evelyn!"
She came down, moving lightly but with a rhythmic grace, and laid a firm, cool hand in his.
"I"m glad to see you back, Wallace," she said. "How you have changed!"
"I"m not sure that"s kind," smiled Vane. "In some ways, you haven"t changed at all; I would have known you anywhere!"
"Nine years is a long time to remember any one."
Vane had seen few women during that period; but he was not a fool, and he recognized that this was no occasion for an attempt at gallantry. There was nothing coquettish in Evelyn"s words, nor was there any irony. She had answered in the tranquil, matter-of-fact manner which, as he remembered, usually characterized her.
"It"s a little while since you landed, isn"t it?" she added.
"A week. I had some business in London, and then I went on to look up Lucy. She had just gone up to town--to a congress, I believe--and so I missed her. I shall go up again to see her as soon as she answers my letter."
"It won"t be necessary. She"s coming here for a fortnight."
"That"s very kind. Whom have I to thank for suggesting it?"
"Does it matter? It was a natural thing to ask your only sister--who is a friend of mine. There is plenty of room, and the place is quiet."
"It didn"t used to be. If I remember, your mother generally had it full part of the year."
"Things have changed," said Evelyn quietly.
Vane was baffled by something in her manner. Evelyn had never been effusive--that was not her way---but now, while she was cordial, she did not seem disposed to resume their acquaintance where it had been broken off. After all, he could hardly have expected this.
"Mabel is like you, as you used to be," he observed. "It struck me as soon as I saw her; but when she began to talk there was a difference."
Evelyn laughed softly.
"Yes; I think you"re right in both respects. Mopsy has the courage of her convictions. She"s an open rebel."
There was no bitterness in her laugh. Evelyn"s manner was never pointed; but Vane fancied that she had said a meaning thing--one that might explain what he found puzzling in her att.i.tude, when he held the key to it.
"Mopsy was dubious about you before you arrived, but I"m pleased to say she seems rea.s.sured," she laughed.
Carroll came down, and a few moments later Mrs. Chisholm appeared and they went in to dinner in a low-ceilinged room. During the general conversation, Mabel suddenly turned to Vane.
"I suppose you have brought your pistols with you?"
"I haven"t owned one since I was sixteen," Vane laughed.
The girl looked at him with an excellent a.s.sumption of incredulity.
"Then you have never shot anybody in British Columbia!"
Carroll laughed, as if this greatly pleased him, but Vane"s face was rather grave as he answered her.
"No; I"m thankful to say that I haven"t. In fact, I"ve never seen a shot fired, except at a grouse or a deer."
"Then the West must be getting what the Archdeacon--he"s Flora"s husband, you know--calls decadent," the girl sighed.
"She"s incorrigible," Mrs. Chisholm interposed with a smile.
Carroll leaned toward Mabel confidentially.
"In case you feel very badly disappointed, I"ll let you into a secret.
When we feel real, real savage, we take the ax instead."
Evelyn fancied that Vane winced at this, but Mabel looked openly regretful.
"Can either of you pick up a handkerchief going at full gallop on horseback?" she inquired.
"I"m sorry to say that I can"t; and I"ve never seen Wallace do so,"
Carroll laughed.
Mrs. Chisholm shook her head at her daughter.
"Miss Clifford complained of your inattention to the study of English last quarter," she reproved severely.
Mabel made no answer, though Vane thought it would have relieved her to grimace.
Presently the meal came to an end, and an hour afterward, Mrs. Chisholm rose from her seat in the lamplit drawing-room.
"We keep early hours at the Dene, but you will retire when you like," she said. "As Tom is away, I had better tell you that you will find syphons and whisky in the smoking-room. I have had the lamp lighted."
"Thank you," Vane replied with a smile. "I"m afraid you have taken more trouble on our account than you need have done. Except on special occasions, we generally confine ourselves to strong green tea."
Mabel looked at him in amazement.
"Oh!" she cried. "The West is certainly decadent! You should be here when the otter hounds are out. Why, it was only--"
She broke off abruptly beneath her mother"s withering glance.
When Vane and Carroll were left alone, they strolled out, pipe in hand, upon the terrace. They could see the fells tower darkly against the soft sky, and a tarn that lay in the blackness of the valley beneath them was revealed by its pale gleam. A wonderful mingling of odors stole out of the still summer night.
"I suppose you could put in a few weeks here?" Vane remarked.
"I could," Carroll replied. "There"s an atmosphere about these old houses that appeals to me, perhaps because we have nothing like it in Canada.
The tranquillity of age is in it--it"s restful, as a change. Besides, I think your friends mean to make things pleasant."
"I"m glad you like them."
Carroll knew that his comrade would not resent a candid expression of opinion.