"Not invited, sir."
"How would you get back?"
"Mrs. Merrick takes charge of that."
"And didn"t think it necessary to inform you how or when?"
"It is only a small party, sir. I should expect to be back early."
"That needs to be made certain, Miss Hazel, and stipulated for."
"Well, sir, you shall name the hour."
"Name it yourself; but be home by half-past eleven. Miss Hazel, I wish, till you have your own horses, you would not go to such places."
There was a shade of disappointment in her face, but she answered steadily--
"I will not go, sir, if that is really your wish."
"My dear, we must meet the enemy. In the progress of ladies seeking their fortune that is always understood. What next?"
She hesitated a moment, carefully dressing the petals of a carnation in her hand.
"The third item, sir, is--that if to-morrow afternoon I--will consent to put--my little foot," said Miss Hazel, evidently mastering a laugh, "inside the right phaeton--Mr. May will consent to drive."
"Mr. May! Confound his impudence!" was the by no means doubtful utterance of Miss Hazel"s guardian.
Hazel bit her lips and sat demurely waiting further developments.
"Chickaree is in a very exposed situation, Miss Hazel!" Mr.
Falkirk remarked, with something a little like a sigh. While, as if to give effect to his words, two well-mounted hors.e.m.e.n at that moment went up the hill, exchanging greetings with the occupants of a landau that was just then making the descent.
Wych Hazel looked and laughed.
"It is very comical!" she said. But her guardian was silent.
He knew the Enchanted ground had to be met and pa.s.sed. Perhaps he wished it were well over; but I think the present feeling of discontent relieved itself not even so far.
"And on the whole your three answers are, sir?--" said Hazel, after a pause.
"In your head," Mr. Falkirk growled. "You know what they are."
"My dear sir! one would think they were in your foot!" But then she was silent, and then she began to sing. One thing and another, after her own fitful fashion, in the twilight; and business did not come up again. Only as she went to sleep that night, Miss Kennedy indulged in one profound reflection.
"No," she said to herself, "Dr. Maryland was right: Primrose would never do. Get her in a corner, and the most she can say is, "Duke knows." "
So drew on the night of Mrs. Merrick"s party; and meantime a rainy day or two saved Mr. Falkirk some trouble, and left the cottage in comparative quiet. But as the night drew near, the clouds cleared away and the sun shone out, and fairer weather could not have been wished for, or wished away.
There had been a running fire of errands and messages between the cottage and the house on the hill, all day. Miss Kennedy was constantly finding out something more that she wanted for the evening, and Dingee went back and forth with notes to Mrs.
Byw.a.n.k and waterproof-covered baskets in return, till Gotham at least lost patience.
"More duds for Miss "Azel!" he said in displeasure, as Dingee appeared just at nightfall with a final basket. "It"s clean ridikerlous! One dress at a time ought to content any young lady."
"Now I jes" tell you what, Mas" Gotham," said Dingee, "you ain"t up to de situation. Pears like de whole countryside after my young mistis!"
Gotham gave a grunt in unsuccessful imitation of his master"s growl.
"H"after"er," he said. "Looks more as if she was h"after them-- wanting fourteen dresses at once."
Dingee shewed his teeth from ear to ear.
"You bery wise man, Mas" Gotham!" he said. " "Spect now you can tell a feller all about dese yere." And Dingee threw off the white paper which covered what he carried this time, and displayed to Gotham"s astonished eyes a basket full of bouquets.
" "Spect now dese yere growed in Missee Hazel"s own greenhouse," he said, tauntingly, "seein" she ain"t got none!
Shouldn"t wonder if dey started up spontanous like, arter de shower. How you tink, Mas" Gotham, hey?"
But Gotham was virtuously indignant.
"Miss "Azel"ll get her head worse turned than it h"is now," he said.
"Heads does turn, fact," said Dingee, shaking his own. "Jes"
you watch "em when de horseback gen"lemen dey goes by, Mas"
Gotham, and you"ll see de heads turn!"
But Gotham had watched enough already to know there was no mistake about that.
"Well," he said, "since h"it"s "ere, h"it"s "ere, and "ll "ave to stay, no doubt. I"ll take it to the library."
"Cotch him first!" said Dingee, moving a little out of reach.
"Where Missee Hazel?"
"Prinking "erself h"up," answered Gotham severely.
"Gotham telling fibs!" said the young lady in question, coming up behind him with her light tread. "Perhaps he had better take _himself_ to the library, and report to Mr. Falkirk. What do you want of me, Dingee? I thought everything was here."
Dingee had adroitly covered his basket again, but now he drew near and displayed his treasure, adding messages of a somewhat adorned nature, while Wych Hazel read the cards attached to the bouquets. Gotham, standing a little off, looked on indignant as before, and frowned at the flowers and the flushing cheeks drooped over them, as if he had been Mr.
Falkirk himself. But when Hazel caught up the basket and ran off to her little corner room, then Gotham did betake himself to the library, though without quite the report suggested.
"Beg pardon, sir," he said; "Miss "Azel "ave just received a bushel of flowers, sir,--if you choose to be h"aware, sir."
"A _what_, Gotham?" said the astonished Mr. Falkirk.
"No person of discretion to detain them at the "ouse, sir, and so of course they followed Miss "Azel down "ere, sir. Boukets enough to last a h"ordinary person all summer, sir. And cards.
And ribbands,"--concluded Gotham, beginning to clear the table for tea.
"Look here, Gotham,"--said Mr. Falkirk, from his sofa, whence his eyes followed his serving-man about.
"Yes, sir!" said Gotham, erect and motionless.
"Do you dare to speak of Miss Hazel as an ordinary person?"