"Isn"t that a sort of proud selfishness?" I asked, struck by the force and truth of her worldly knowledge.
"Selfishness? Of course it is. What else do we find in the n.o.blest nature? But you are looking serious, and I have watched that cloud of smoke till it wearies me."
She arose while speaking, and walked away, pa.s.sing through the trees like some gorgeous bird whose home was beneath the branches.
I watched her with a strange feeling of excitement. What would her object be in cross-questioning me as she did? Was it mere vulgar curiosity, or some deep-seated purpose? Why this anxiety about Jessie"s expectations? In short, had the woman come to us bent on mischief of some kind, or was I a suspicious wretch, determined to find evil in everything?
CHAPTER XXI.
THE EVENING AFTER BOSWORTH"S PROPOSAL.
That evening Messrs. Lawrence and Bosworth came, according to some previous engagement. I was a little surprised at this, but after awhile saw that a generous and n.o.ble motive lay at the bottom of it all. Jessie had besought Bosworth to remain her friend; he had promised, and thus generously kept an engagement made before his proposal, and when it must have been a painful sacrifice.
Nothing could be more delicate and lovely than Jessie"s manner of receiving him. She neither colored nor looked down, but came toward him with a deprecating stoop of the whole person, while there was a depth of sadness in her eyes that more than begged pardon for the wound she had given.
Bosworth was grave, but very gentle in his reception of this kindness.
He moved toward a far end of the room, and they sat down together, talking earnestly to each other.
Mr. Lee was in the room and watched them rather gravely, I thought; but Mrs. Dennison, who was chatting merrily with Lawrence, called him to her side, and after that he seemed to forget everything but her.
Being left to myself, I was crossing the room to go out, when Jessie beckoned me to the sofa, where she was sitting.
"Ah! Miss Hyde," she said, earnestly, "try and persuade Mr. Bosworth to give up his wild plan of going away."
"And have you really formed such an idea?" I asked.
"Yes," he said, striving to smile; "one cannot loiter forever in these pleasant country places. I have been a dreamer too long."
"But not yet," I pleaded, answering the appeal in Jessie"s eyes; "you will not go in this unfriendly way."
"Unfriendly?" he repeated, glancing at Jessie. "No, I shall never do that; never feel unfriendly toward any of you, Miss Hyde."
"But we cannot spare you, and I am quite sure Mrs. Dennison will be heart-broken if--" I hesitated, conscious of the impropriety contained in these impulsive words.
"Oh! Mrs. Dennison will never be quite heart-broken at anything, I fancy," he replied, with a faint smile; "but if you really desire it, I will not break up the arrangements of our guests. A few weeks more or less need make little difference in a life-time."
Jessie brightened at this, and looked so gratefully on her rejected lover, that he smiled, but very mournfully, as if reproaching her for being so kindly and yet so firm.
Early in the evening, Mrs. Lee"s little maid, Lottie, came into the parlor, and after casting her bright eyes in every corner of the room, went up to her master and whispered something. Mr. Lee arose and went out. I beckoned Lottie, and asked if her mistress was worse?
"No, Miss Hyde, I can"t say that she is, or that she isn"t; because she hasn"t said a word about it. But she isn"t asleep, and it seems lonesome up there, within hearing of all the fun, and not know what it is about.
For how Mrs. Bab--how that lady"s voice rings through the tower when she laughs."
"Yes," said I, "she has a clear, sweet voice."
Lottie gave an almost imperceptible toss of the head.
"Besides," she said, drawing me aside, and speaking in a low voice, "mistress can look right into the window where those people stand; I don"t know as she did, but I can."
"Well; could you discover more than we did, who are in the room, Lottie?"
The toss of her head was defiant now, but she made no other reply, except to whisper, "Mrs. Babylon is coming this way, and I"m off."
"Stop," I said; "did Mrs. Lee send for--for any of us?"
"Send? No; but she expected, and being all alone evenings is what she isn"t used to."
"I"ll go up at once."
"There now, always flying off! It isn"t you she wants."
"How do you know that, if she asked for no one in particular?"
"How do I know? Well, that"s good! As if I didn"t know the difference between her wanting you and him! When she wants you, it"s all quiet and don"t-care-much-about-it in her looks. When he ought to be there, and isn"t, something comes into her eyes that makes your heart ache. I never saw it till lately; but that look is growing on her, and would more, if it wasn"t for me."
"Why, how can you prevent it, Lottie?"
"Well, in a good many ways, Miss Hyde. One of "em is by nice little lies that hurt n.o.body, but do her lots of good. I know just how he makes bouquets, and when they don"t come at the right time, I run down and make up a bunch of flowers myself. I stole some pink and blue ribbons from his room to tie "em with. Oh! it"s worth while to see her eyes sparkle when I bring them in. Then I"ve studied his way of sending compliments and messages. Don"t pretend to be a genius like you that write poetry."
"Lottie!"
"Oh! don"t be frightened. I sha"n"t bring you to disgrace about it. Made up my mind to that from the first. You needn"t get mad and blush so; I ain"t a genius, but I can make up stories in my head; and why not tell "em to her? Why not, I say, when they please her? You should hear the elegant messages I bring from Mr. Lee, at least four times a day. When she gets a nice little dish for dinner, it gives her appet.i.te to think he ordered it; but the cook knows."
"But, Lottie, this is wrong."
"Wrong! Well, I like that, Miss Hyde."
"It isn"t the truth, Lottie."
"The truth! Who said it was? As if I didn"t know it was lying, and glory in it!"
I could hardly keep my countenance. As for arguing a moral question with Lottie, the thought was too ridiculous. She had her own ideas, and kept to them without the slightest regard to those of other people.
While we were talking, Lottie had gradually edged herself out of the room, and her last speech was delivered on the platform of the terrace.
Mrs. Lee"s window was up, and I saw her husband enter the room with what seemed to me a reluctant step. He sat down, and opened a book, as if to read aloud. This had been his usual custom, but the last few evenings he had spent in the drawing-room. I would have taken his place, but she rejected my offer with one of those deep sighs that excite so much pity when they come from an invalid.
"You talk against fibs, Miss Hyde; now what do you think of that? She never would "a" sent for him--died first, like a lamb starving in the cold. Hist! there comes Mrs. Babylon and her private beau."
True enough, Mrs. Dennison and Lawrence had pa.s.sed through one of the drawing-room windows, and were slowly coming down the terrace platform, which, as I have said, ran around one end and the back of the house. It afforded a fine promenade, and they were enjoying the moonlight that fell upon it. My attention was occupied by them a moment, during which Lottie disappeared. The railing of this platform was lined with a rich shrubbery of hot-house plants, lemon-trees, tall roses, and such creeping vines as bear most choice blossoms. These cast heavy shadows, and I fancy that the girl disappeared among them,--listening, perhaps, being considered as one of the accomplishments which she devoted to the benefit of her mistress.
When I went back to the drawing-room, Jessie was at the piano, and Bosworth sat near, watching her sadly as she played. She did not attempt to sing, and he offered no request of the kind. Altogether, it was a gloomy evening. Really, I think this idea of turning love into friendship is an absurd way of settling things. Throwing ashes on hot embers only keeps the fire in more certain glow. Jessie was young, and had no idea of prudence in such matters. I did not quite understand the undercurrent of her nature, but, in my heart, thought it best that Bosworth should leave the neighborhood.
The next morning I saw Lottie coming out of Mrs. Dennison"s room, looking demure as a house-cat.