Nannie"s colour deepened, and I believe I muttered something about finding Mrs. Blackwood; to tell the truth, I was so rattled--between sympathy for the _pater_ and embarra.s.sment at the accident--that I hardly knew what I was saying, but my father caught at it. "Yes, yes,"
he said nervously, "I must speak to our hostess; I must apologise for my awkwardness. Ask Mrs. Blackwood if she will be kind enough to step here, Felix--or stay, I will go to her."
"I"ll find Mrs. Blackwood for you," volunteered one of the bystanders; but at that moment the little crowd at the door parted and in came Mrs.
Blackwood, and who should be behind her but _Max_! I was delighted to see him. I felt that we were all right then, for Max always knows what to do; and I think Nannie felt as relieved as I did, for she gave a glad little cry as she held out her hand. Then she turned as red as a rose,--I suppose she suddenly realised how many people were looking at her; but evidently Max didn"t mind them in the least, for he held on to Nannie"s hand, and smiled, and looked at her just as kindly as if we were at home,--Max likes us all, but Nannie has always been his favourite.
In the mean time Mrs. Blackwood was trying, with exquisite tact, to make my father feel less uncomfortable. "It was the most absurd place to put a bowl of flowers," she a.s.serted cheerfully, "on so slight a table, and so near the book-shelves. I"ve always declared that an accident would occur; now I can say, "I told you so!" and that"s such a satisfaction to a woman, you know."
She laughed merrily, but the _pater_ still looked troubled. "It was a great piece of carelessness on my part," he repeated mournfully, for about the fifth time. "I stood looking over a volume I had taken from the shelf,--that, I am thankful to know, has not been injured" (with a hasty glance at the book still tightly clasped in his left hand),--"and becoming interested, I presume I forgot where I was, and--and leaned too heavily against the table. It gave way, and--this ruin is the result!
I--I--cannot express to you how I regret the accident."
"_Don"t_ be troubled over it, dear friend, _please_ don"t," Mrs.
Blackwood urged. "Nothing is broken but the bowl, and that may have been cracked before,--it seems to me that one of them was; let us rather rejoice that you were not hurt by your fall, for _that_ would indeed have been a serious matter. Now I"m sure you want to resume looking over that "Abbe Marite;" isn"t it quaint? and perhaps among Mr. Blackwood"s gla.s.ses we may be able to find a pair that would suit your eyes for the nonce. I know how perfectly lost one feels without one"s "second eyes."
Shall we make the selection? Come, Felix and Nannie,--you, too, Max,--and help us get the right focus. Oh, please don"t speak of going, Mr. Rose."
Chatting pleasantly to divert my father"s mind from the accident, Mrs. Blackwood led us into her husband"s smoking-room, where from his collection of spectacles and eyegla.s.ses my father made a selection which enabled him to finish the "Abbe," and soon after that to get home with some degree of comfort.
There were no more _contretemps_ that afternoon, I am thankful to say; Max went home and dined with us. He was in fine spirits,--so glad to get home again, he said,--and made even the _pater_ smile over a description of what he calls his "adventures in the far West." With the exception of a short visit in the study, he spent the evening with us in the schoolroom, hearing all that has happened to us since he went away, and playing violin and piano duets with Nannie and me.
I intended to have had a talk with Max about Chad, but there was no opportunity on this evening; and besides, he looked so pleased when Nora said she thought that Chad was "nice"--and she claims to be so _very_ fastidious! I can"t understand it--that I concluded I"d wait until another time to air my opinion. I noticed that Phil didn"t say anything for or against Chad: all the same, _I_ shall speak, just as soon as I can get Max alone; for, if he doesn"t know it already, he ought to be told the sort of individual his ward is. As far as I"m personally concerned, I"d put up with the fellow rather than trouble Max, but I"ve got to think of Phil.
After Max had taken his departure, and Betty and Jack had been walked off to bed, we four older ones sat talking for a few minutes. Phil, as usual, sat on the edge of the schoolroom table. "Well, you three gay and festive creatures," he said, with a comprehensive wave of his hand toward us, "what"s your true and honest opinion of the afternoon"s tea-fight, politely termed "reception"? You needn"t all speak at once, you know."
"Thanks awfully for the information," laughed Nora, making him a very graceful and sweeping bow. "Well, except for the unhappy _quart d"heure_ that papa gave us, I enjoyed the reception immensely. Oh, I"d _love_ to be out in society," she said, with sparkling eyes, "and meet lots of people, and go to b.a.l.l.s and receptions and all those affairs every day of my life. That"s what _I_ call living,--not this stupid, humdrum school life; and I "ll have them all, too, some day, see if I don"t,"
she ended, with a toss of her head and a little conscious laugh. Nora knows she"s pretty; that"s one of the things that spoil her.
Phil eyed her severely, wrinkling up his brows. "Eleanor, my love," he remarked, with his most fatherly air, "I beg that you will bear in mind the fable of the unwise canine who lost his piece of meat by trying to catch its larger reflection in the stream, and endeavour to profit thereby. No charge made for that good advice. Now, Nancy, let"s hear from you."
Nannie hesitated a little. "Why--I think I enjoyed it," she said slowly; "yes, I did."
"What! _did_ you?" I exclaimed in surprise. "You mean to say you enjoyed sitting on that lounge and seeing Miss Devereaux snub that unfortunate little woman in the hideous bonnet?"
"Well, no, not that part," admitted Nannie.
"And did you enjoy the _pater"s_ smashing the Doulton bowl?"
"Oh, no, of _course_ not," Nannie returned, somewhat indignantly.
"Then where did the enjoyment come in?" I persisted.
"I can"t tell you why, or when, or how, but I enjoyed it," was Nannie"s reply; and then, "without rhyme or reason," as nurse says, she blushed a vivid red.
"Do look at her!" teased Phil. "Why, Nancy, it isn"t against the law to have enjoyed yourself. What"re you blushing for?"
"I"m sure I don"t know," my twinnie answered, with such a look of perplexity in her sweet, honest eyes that we had to laugh. Whereupon she blushed rosier than ever, even to her ears and her pretty throat, and running over to me, hid her flushed face on my shoulder. "Please stop teasing, Fee," she whispered.
Now if anybody was teasing just then Phil was in it, and I started to tell her so; but Phil interrupted: "One more county to be heard from,"
he declared, "and that"s you, most n.o.ble Felix. Are you, like Nora, hankering after the unattainable in the shape of daily receptions?"
"Can"t say that I"m devoured with a desire that way," I confessed with a grin. "I wouldn"t go over this afternoon"s experience for a farm! As they say in the novels, my feelings can be better imagined than described when I walked into the Blackwoods" library and saw the _pater_ standing in the midst of the shattered vase _a la_ Marius in the ruins of Carthage. Had I but owned a genii, we"d have been whisked out of that room and home in about two seconds. No, on calm reflection, I forswear receptions for the future."
"Hullo!" exclaimed Phil, suddenly, "I say,--come to think of it,--how d"you suppose the _Blackwoods_ enjoyed the orgy?"
We looked at each other. "_I_ said I enjoyed myself," a.s.serted Nora, with a superior and very virtuous air. "It"s the least one can do when people go to the trouble and expense of entertaining one."
Nannie sat up and looked contrite. "_Poor_ Mrs. Blackwood!" she said; "Doulton is her favourite china, and that bowl _was_ a beauty!"
"I guess they got the worst of it," I said to Phil.
"I shouldn"t wonder if they had," he answered with a nod. "Moral: Don"t give afternoon receptions. Let"s be off to bed. Good-night, all."
XII.
IN THE SHADOW.
TOLD BY JACK.
Felix and I were together in his room; he was helping me with my Latin--that vile Latin, how I despise it!--when we heard some one calling from the hall two flights below. "Why, that sounds like Nannie"s voice!" Felix said, starting from his chair. "I wonder what"s up?"
We heard plainly enough when we got in the hall, for Nannie was calling, in a loud, frightened way, "Felix! Phil, Jack! somebody!--_anybody!_"
"All right! here we are! What"s the matter?" Felix answered, making for the steps as fast as he could go. "Oh, pshaw! I"ve left my cane in the room; get it for me, Jack, and catch up to me on the stairs."
I dashed into Fee"s room, s.n.a.t.c.hed up the cane, and was out again in time to hear Nannie say, excitedly: "Tell nurse to come right down to the study, Felix, and send Jack flying for Dr. Archard; papa is _very_ ill, I am afraid. Oh, be quick, _quick!_"
"Great Scott!" exclaimed Fee. I knew by his voice that he was awfully frightened. Then suddenly he slid down in a sitting position on one of the steps. I thought he must have stumbled; but before I could say anything, or even get to him, he called out, "All right, Nan! nurse will be there in a minute," adding impatiently to me: "What are you gaping at? Get on your hat--it"s on the hat rack--and rush for Dr. Archard as fast as you can. Tell him father"s very ill, and to come at _once_. Step lively, Jack!"
"But nurse--" I hesitated. "Shall I tell her first?"
"Do as you"ve been told," Fee said sharply. "I"ll see to that; do you suppose I"m _utterly_ useless? _Start!_" He gave me a little push on the shoulder as he spoke, and I tell you I just flew down those steps and out into the street.
I ran every step of the way, and caught Dr. Archard just as he was stepping into his carriage to go somewhere. He looked very serious when he heard my message. "I"m not surprised," he said; "I"ve been expecting a break-down in that quarter for some time." Then he made me jump into the carriage with him, and we drove rapidly round to the house.
There we found everybody very much excited. The study door stood open, and from the hall I could see papa lying on the lounge, with his eyes closed, and looking very white. Nurse was rubbing his feet, Nannie his hands, and Miss Marston stood by his head fanning him.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "I COULD SEE PAPA LYING ON THE LOUNGE."]
Felix and Phil were not around, but I tell you the younger children were; nurse and Miss Marston not being there to keep them upstairs, they had all collected in the hall, and refused flatly to go to the nursery.
For fear of the noise they might raise, Nora couldn"t very well make them obey; but after the doctor came, she and Betty half coaxed, half drove them into the drawing-room, and tried to keep them there. It was hard work to do this, though, for every now and then Paul or Alan, or even Kathie--_she_ ought to have known better--would sneak out "to see what was going on." Then Betty"d fly out too, and as quietly as possible catch and haul back the runaway. I think both Nora and Betty would like to have had me come in there too,--Nora said as much,--but I pretended I didn"t hear; _I_ didn"t want to be shut up, and anyway, as I thought, somebody ought to be on hand to run errands in case anything was needed.
So I just stayed where I was.
"Oh, I am so _thankful_ you have come!" Nannie exclaimed, as the doctor walked in. But, except for a nod, he didn"t notice her; he laid his fingers on papa"s pulse, then in a minute or so knelt down and put his ear to papa"s chest. I was watching him so intently that I didn"t know Phil had come in until I heard Nora--she was standing in the hall and holding the drawing-room doors shut--say, in a low tone, "Hush! don"t make a noise; papa is ill. Dr. Archard"s here--in the study."
"What"s the matter?" Phil asked, opening his eyes in a startled sort of way, and looking very serious.
"Why, he complained to Nannie of feeling queer, and then suddenly fainted away; and since then he has gone from one fainting fit into another. Isn"t it strange? I don"t think he has ever done such a thing as faint in his life before."