The Gold of Chickaree Part 30
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'See!' said Hazel in her sweet persuasive tones,?'you never know what you can have. And you can always have yourself. I would break it?feeling as you do?if I were half way through the last yes.'
'Yes, it will do for you to talk,' said Josephine; 'but everybody is not rich like you. And even you, I suppose, don't choose to live as you are for ever. You'll marry too; your finger says so. And I must, I suppose. But I can't tell you how horrid it is. I tell you what, Hazel; one must like a man very much to be willing to give up one's liberty!'
Hazel was not fond of that way of stating the case, even yet. She wet back to the former words.
'Horrid?' she said,?'there is no English strong enough. And "must" is absurd, so long as your liberty is in your own power. If ever I "don't choose," as you say, it will be because I don't choose.'
Poor Josephine rose up, straightened herself, with a bearing half proud half defiant, and looked away. Then in another minute, seeing her chance, she darted or glided from her covert, and before Hazel's indignant and pitying gaze, plunged into a gay bit of badinage with her lover who was pa.s.sing near. No trace of regret or of unwillingness apparent; Josephine was playing off her usual airs with her usual reckless freedom; she and Charteris were presently out of sight.
'And she presumed to bring him here without my leave, and _then_ came down upon me for pity! Well?the supply is unlimited,?she can have all she wants.'?And Hazel looked down at her own ring, which meant so much; thinking of the diamonds which meant so little; and went off among her guests, to keep them in more respectful att.i.tudes than even ever before. For Miss Kennedy was extremely remote this day, placing herself at such a dainty distance as was about equally fascinating and hard to bear. Somehow she evaded all the special little devotions with which she was beset; contriving that they should fall through so naturally, that the poor devotee blamed nothing but his own fingers, and followed the brown eyes about more helplessly than ever. Only one or two lookers-on saw deeper. Mr. Kingsland smiled, pursing his studies.
'This ethereal power which one cannot get hold of,' he remarked to himself, 'becomes truly terrific in such hands. Now there is young Bradford,?he picked up out those chestnuts solely and exclusively for the heiress of Chickaree,?and in some inexplicable way she has made him hand over to Molly Seaton.
Not a cent but what her brothers may give her. And how Tom Porter comes to be walking off with Miss May, n.o.body will ever know but the sorceress herself. She will none of him,?nor of anybody else. Who has won?'
'You are expecting more guests, I see, even at this late hour,' he remarked aloud to Mr. Falkirk.
'Why do you judge so?'
'I notice a certain absence,' said Mr. Kirkland. 'Also a vacant place which no one here is allowed to fill. "Trifles light as air,"
perhaps,?and yet?'
'Where is your a.s.sociate counsel to-day, Mr. Falkirk?' said Kitty Fisher, interposing her pretty figure. 'Do you and he take it "off and on"?'
Now this young lady being Mr. Falkirk's special aversion, he deigned no reply to her impertinence; confronting her instead with an undeclarative face and manner of calm repression.
'What is on the carpet?' said a new comer.
'Now whatever possessed you to come on it?' said Miss Fisher with a pout. 'We were just going to scare up a German!'
'Perhaps I can be of some slight a.s.sistance.'
Kitty Fisher clapped him affectionately on the shoulder.
'Thanks?my dear fellow,' she said. 'We all know what your "slight a.s.sistance" amounts to in such cases. Too mean of you to come! And Hazel has not had one bit of fun yet this whole day.'
'What have you been doing to her?'
'It's a wicked shame,' Kitty went on. 'And Sir Henry coming and everybody. I was going to take out Mr. Falkirk?it's leap year, you know; and he might be short of partners,' said Miss Fisher, prudently dropping her voice at this point.
'What is a shame, if you please?'
'For you to walk in and play marplot.'
'Let me walk you off instead, and be useful. You can explain to me your plans as we go.'
'I can help you to find the brown eyes, poor things!' said Kitty.
'Well, they do lots of mischief when you're not by,?that's one comfort.'
Through the bright woodland, from group to group of chestnutters, the gentleman and the young lady went. The scene was pretty and lively, but Wych Hazel was not with any of the groups; having in fact escaped from her admirers into the deeper shadow of trees that did not bear chestnuts. At last Miss Fisher's curiosity waked up.
Bidding her companion keep watch where he was, in a shadowy corner of red oaks and purple ashes, she ran off, "to beat the bush,"
as she said; and hardly were her footsteps out of hearing, before lighter ones came through the wood, and Hazel's white dress gleamed out among the colours. She was walking slowly, quite alone, the brilliant fingers twisted together in some knot of a puzzle; but even as Rollo looked from his corner still other steps were heard, and another lady and another gentleman came on the scene.
'O here she is!' cried Miss Burr. 'Et toute seule?by all that's lucky.
Here fair lady, I've brought you an escort. I knew Sir Henry Crofton might come without being invited.' And Miss Burr, conscious that she had done a bright thing, walked off to find an escort for herself. Then ensued a peculiar little scene.
The gentleman advanced eagerly, holding out his hand. And Wych Hazel, taking not the least seeming notice, stopped short in her walk, and leaning back against one of the red oaks began to fit on her gloves with the utmost deliberation.
'Sir Henry Crofton knew,' she remarked, 'that it was the only possible way in which he could come.'
'You have not forgiven me!' said the young man with much mortification.
'No,' said Wych Hazel. 'I think I have not.'
Sir Henry was silent, watching the hands and the sparkling fingers, and the gloves that went on so ruthlessly. Then burst forth with words, low spoken and impetuous, which Rollo did not hear. Hazel interrupted him.
'I said I had not forgiven you,' she said. 'I will forget you?if you will give me chance. That may answer as well.'
'Forget!' the young man said bitterly,?'I shall never forget _you!_'?
but he turned off abruptly and left her; and Hazel came slowly forward, with a troubled face.
'Are you "due" anywhere?' said Rollo, suddenly standing, or walking, at her side.
'_You!_?yes, I am due everywhere, at this precise moment.'
'Except?to me, that means.'
'Your notes are not payable till afternoon. And if I do not go and end the morning comfortably with luncheon, afternoon will never come. See what it is to have a logical head.'
Hazel paused and took her former position against a tree stem, leaning back as if she was tired.
'I should like to leave the whole thing on your hands,' she said,?
'and then I could lose myself comfortably in the woods, and when everybody was gone you could come and find me. No, that would not do, either'? She roused herself and walked on. 'There is nothing for it to-day but to go straight through. I think people are all bewitched and beside themselves!'
He laughed at her a little, and let her go with a consoling a.s.surance that they "would soon end all that." And as the day was wearing on, and the pleasure of such pleasure-seekers as then filled Wych Hazel's woods was especially variety, they were very ready to quit the chestnuts and saunter up to the house; in hope of the luncheon which there awaited them. Mrs. Byw.a.n.k knew her business; and the guests knew, not that, but the fact that somebody knew it and that the luncheons at Chickaree were pleasant times and very desirable. So there was soon a universal drawing towards the hill top, from all the forsaken chestnut trees, which were left by no means despoiled of their harvest. They had served their turn; now came the turn of patties and cold meats and jellies and ices and fruits. The gathering was rather large; larger than it had shewn for in the woods. The Chickaree house was full and running over; and chestnutters were found to have fearful appet.i.tes; and flirtations took new life and vivacity in the new atmosphere; and the whole of it was, people would not go away. Not only Wych Hazel but both her guardians had sharp work for hour after hour attending to the wants and the pleasure of the guests; who at last, when the day was waning, and not till then, slowly made up their minds to take their departure, and one by one took leave of their hostess with thanks and flatteries expressive of highest gratification and admiring delight. Party after party Dane saw to their carriages and bowed off; the house was emptied at last; Mr. Falkirk had betaken himself to the seclusion of his cottage already some time before; and when the afternoon was really darkening, enough to make the glow of the fires within tell in ruddy cheer upon walls and curtains, Dane left the hall door and the latest departure and went into the house to find Wych Hazel and get his "notes" paid.
CHAPTER XIV.
THE WORTH OF A FEATHER.
The door of the red room stood open now, and the room was filled with firelight which came streaming out into the hall to usher him in. Hazel was down before the fire, sending persuasive puffs from her bellows into the very depths of the coals.
'What is left of you?' said Dane coming and taking the bellows from her hand.
'Much more than you are aware of. Have some chestnuts??just for variety,'?and Hazel took from her pocket and poured into his hand her collection of extra specimens. Then quietly slipping from her fingers all the disguising rings she dropped them one by one into the empty pocket, until the emerald was left alone.
'Good fruit'?said Dane viewing the big chestnuts.
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