"Byo, bye! baby bye!
Byo, bye, little baby!
Byo, byo, byo, byo"--
"Where are you, Byo dear?" she said, opening the door. Then stopped short in undoubted surprise. "Mr. Rollo!--You two!" she said, looking from one to the other; adding mentally, "And you have been talking about me!"
It was not just a pleased flush that came; and it was with a little needless straightening of herself up that Wych Hazel crossed the floor, and untying her ap.r.o.n of flowers laid it down on Mrs. Byw.a.n.k"s sofa. Then she was the lady of Chickaree again, graceful and composed. She came back and held out her hand.
"I hope your luncheon is ready, Byo?" she said; "and that you have something very good to reward Mr. Rollo for his long waiting. I had no idea I was delaying any one but you, or I should have made more haste. Mrs. Byw.a.n.k spoils me, Mr. Rollo, by giving me just the same welcome whether I come early or late. But I am very sorry if I have hindered you."
"You have not hindered me," he said smiling, and giving her hand the old sort of clasp,--"except from everything I have tried to do, for some time past."
But that idea Miss Wych did not see fit to take up.
"What have I done," he went on audaciously, "to be ignored in this fashion?"
"Ignored!" she said, opening her eyes at him.
"Will you subst.i.tute another word?" said he, looking for it in the orbs so revealed. Wych Hazel turned off.
"Will you come to luncheon, sir?" she said; so exactly as if she were speaking to Mr. Falkirk, that Mrs. Byw.a.n.k looked up in mute amazement.
But lunch was not to have much attention, nevertheless. Dingee began a raid on the housekeeper"s room. It was:
"Mas" Nightingale, Missee Hazel."
"Mas" May and--Miss May, ma"am.--"
"Mrs. Powder, Missee Hazel--and all de rest!" added Dingee. "
"Spect dere ain"t a livin" soul _won"t_ be there, time I get back. Miss Fisher, she done ask for Mas" Rollo. But I"se learnin" to tell the truf fustrate."
"What is the truth about me, Dingee?" asked that gentleman. "I should be glad to hear it."
"Well, sir," said Dingee, standing attention, "she "quire "bout you. So I say, "Mas" Rollo, he done come dis mornin", sure,--but my young mistiss she out. So he done gone straight away from de door, ma"am." Mighty glad she never ask which way!" added Dingee with a chuckle. Wych Hazel held down her head, laughing the sweet laugh which would come now and then, in the worst of times.
"Run away," she said, "and say I am coming. I must go, Byo--if Mr. Rollo will excuse me. And as he came to see you, I suppose he will!"
But Mr. Rollo went away without his luncheon, after all.
CHAPTER x.x.xV.
FIGURES AND FAVOURS.
The very night after this affair of the ticket, came a "German," pure and simple, at one of the far-off houses of the neighbourhood. The daughters here were of Miss Fisher"s persuasion; and among them they had arranged the whole affair.
This should be a "German," and nothing else. Kitty Fisher was to lead, and neither quadrille nor country dance would be tolerated for a moment. Miss Kennedy found on her arrival that, for this night at least, round dances were paramount: it was such, or none. Well, she thought she could stand it, at first,--there were enough people always ready to promenade. But this was not an outdoor party, the night was too cool to make it even partially such; and to walk the whole evening in the moonlight is one thing, and in the gaslight quite another.
Then Kitty Fisher was in a merciless mood,--and Hazel could not head her off with flat denials; because, though not really under orders, she well knew how much Mr. Rollo had to do with what they termed "her new kink about dancing." And even worse than the open charge that she was afraid to disobey, were the covert insinuations that she was anxious to please.
Then (to tell the whole truth) she did very much long for another flight among the gay flags and ribbands which made the German so lively,--she could not see the harm! Only she could never have done it with those grey eyes looking on and drawing their own false conclusions about everybody and everything.
But to-night he was not on hand: the guests had all arrived long ago, and no guardian in any shape among them. And so, over persuaded by circ.u.mstances, and especially by Mr.
Nightingale, who made himself rather more than a circ.u.mstance, Wych hazel gave him her hand and went forward to take her place. Under pledge, however, that if any one of the new figures came up she had leave to retire. A burst of applause and congratulation hailed her appearance; and in a very few minutes she had forgotten all but the music and the whirl of intoxication. Even partners sank into insignificance, and became only so many facilities for so much delight. Not so easily could her partners forget her,--the girlish face, sometimes grave with its own enjoyment, and then--"bright as a constellation!"--declared Mr. Simms; the grace of manner which kept its distance well; the diaphonous dress which floated around her like a golden haze; the scarlet flowers in her hair. Never had she danced, never looked, more thoroughly herself.
There are times when we get a lesson from without,--there are others when it must come from within; and Mr. Rollo, who had given the first, was now to see his work finished by the second. Wych Hazel was wrong, he was there; but he had come late, and if any of the dancers saw him they kept it hush; so that he looked on at his ward without her knowledge. But it must be noted as an instance of the perversity of Mr. Rollo"s mind, that the more thoroughly he perceived the difference between Wych Hazel and her companions, the less he liked to have her among them; and every point in the dance where she escaped without even a touch upon her modest bearing, as if truly no one dared take liberties with her, made him half wild to get her out of it altogether.
Thus thinking and watching, Mr. Rollo saw two strange things take place. First came this:
A new figure was called, and the partners were to be sorted by means of long streamers of different-coloured ribbands. Wych Hazel, having already received hers, a green, stood drawing it through her fingers and chatting with Josephine Powder, whose ribband was blue. Suddenly Miss Kennedy caught away the blue ribband and began to compare its length with that of her own; measuring and re-measuring, tangling the long ends up together; until as the gentlemen came up to match colours and claim their partners, Wych Hazel hurriedly put the green streamer in Josephine"s hand, and went off with Captain Lancaster. The green and blue were such convertible colours in the gaslight that no one took any notice. But Rollo saw that Wych Hazel drew a long breath as she moved away, and looked down, and did not say much for several minutes. That figure pa.s.sed off with nothing unusual.
Then followed another, during which the couples were arranged in a sort of haphazard way; the ladies and gentlemen drawing up in two long opposite lines, each then to take his _vis-a- vis_. But where a lady was in great demand, the gentleman _not_ strictly opposite would sometimes press down and forward, trying to catch her eye, and prove himself her partner by mere right of possession. The line of men stood with their backs towards Mr. Rollo, so that he did not at first see who it was that started forward so eagerly, taking a fair diagonal towards Miss Kennedy. But he saw her change colour, with a sort of frightened look, and then--most unlike her usual shy bearing,--saw her turn the other way, and herself take a diagonal towards what proved in this instance to be Mr. May.
With a great flush of crimson at first, and then growing and remaining very pale, and dancing very languidly. And then, at the foot of the room, her eyes met those of her young guardian,--which about finished up the evening. For twice that night Wych Hazel had been within a hair"s breadth of having her hand taken by the very man from whose presence she had escaped that night in July. To get rid of him she had put herself off on somebody else, and Mr. Rollo had seen it all!
"Put Molly Seaton in my place, Josephine," she whispered, "Mr.
May is going to excuse me."
But they crowded round her and insisted upon "just one more."
She should not finish this figure if she disliked it,--they would stop it short: anything to keep Miss Kennedy on the floor! Would she dance "Le Verre de Vin"?
"Never!"--with sudden energy.
"My gracious me!--how spiteful we are!" said Kitty Fisher. "_You_ wouldn"t have to drink it. Well, then, "La Poursuite"?"
Miss Kennedy hated "La Poursuite."
"And--for Miss Kennedy--it is such breathless work," said Mr.
Kingsland.
"And--for Mr. Kingsland--etcetera, etcetera--" said Kitty mockingly. "Stephen, when there is an opportunity for remarks, I"ll let you know. "La Poursuite" is just the thing. You see, Hazel," she whispered, "the Viking can rush in and reclaim his prize, and reconciliations take place in the final tour."
"I shall not dance it, Kitty," said Wych Hazel steadily, though her cheeks glowed.
"No?" said Miss Fisher. "Not to the tune of "The king shall enjoy his own again"? Well--what of "Les Mains Mysterieuses"?"
"_I_ protest, now," said Captain Lancaster. "There cannot be even a pretence of mystery about Miss Kennedy"s hand. It is the merest farce."
"O, you"d like "Le Coussin," and a chance to go down on your knees!" said Miss Fisher, slightly provoked.
"Pardon me!" said Captain Lancaster. "When I go down on my knees to Miss Kennedy, I shall want no cushion."
"Good!" said Miss Burr.
"I vow," said Kitty Fisher, "you"re a lover worth having. But the pretty dear"ll get spoiled among you. Come--what will she choose? "Le Miroir!" Nothing to do but look at her own sweet self. Run away, d.u.c.h.ess, and take your seat."
"Rather stupid, I think," said Wych Hazel, as she went unwillingly forward,--but she was getting wild, standing there!
"I think I shall take the first one that comes, and save trouble."
She sat down in front of the long mirror, in which she could see the whole room behind her: everybody in it, and every motion of everybody. But she really saw but one person, and he was motionless. Others, gazing in, had a marvellous pretty picture of golden gauze and scarlet flowers, and a fair young face from which the gaiety had suddenly died out. The breast of her dress was covered with "favours;" basket and ring, bell and bouquet, a flag, a rosette, a pair of gloves,--Rollo could not identify all the details of the harlequin crew; but it looked as if Miss Kennedy had been chosen by everybody, every time! She sat still enough now.
"Look up, child!" cried Miss Fisher. "How do you expect to know who"s behind you, if you sit studying your pretty feet upon the floor? You may flirt away an angel, and welcome some gentleman in black who was not invited."