A Court of Inquiry Part 3
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"Considerably."
"Though I never really thought about them before," he owned. "I don't suppose a man usually does think much about a woman's clothes--unless he's forced to. During this last week it occurs to me we've been forced to--eh?"
"Somewhat." I was smiling to myself. I had never imagined that the Philosopher troubled himself with such matters at all.
"And I don't think," he went on, "I like being forced to spend my time speculating on the cost of anybody's clothing.--How comfortable it is on this porch! And how jolly not to have to sit up in a black coat--on a July evening!"
The Skeptic and the Gay Lady returned--after an hour. The Skeptic, as he came into the light which streamed out across the porch from the hall, looked decidedly more cheerful than when he had left us. Although it had been too dark in the garden to see either the Gay Lady's clothes or her smile, I doubted if he had been bored.
III
DAHLIA
O, weary fa' the women fo'k, For they winna let a body be!
--_James Hogg._
My neighbour Dahlia has returned. There is a considerable stretch of lawn, also a garden and a small orchard, intervening between her father's property and mine, not to mention a thick hedge; but in spite of these obstructions it did not take Dahlia long to discover that there were guests upon my porch. I think she recognized the Skeptic's long legs from her window, which looks down my way through a vista of tree-tops. At all events, on the morning after her arrival she appeared, coming through the hedge, down the garden path and across the lawn, a fresh and attractive figure in a pink muslin with ruffles, and one of those coquettish, white-frilled sunbonnets summer-girls wear in the country.
Dahlia is very pretty, very good company, and likable from many points of view. If only----
"Who's this coming to invade our completeness?" queried the Philosopher, looking up from his book of trout flies. Fis.h.i.+ng, in its scientific aspect, presents many attractions to our Philosopher, although he spends so much time in getting ready to do it scientifically that he seldom finds much left in which to fish.
The Skeptic glanced at the figure coming over the lawn. Then he made a gesture as if he were about to turn up his coat collar. He hitched himself slightly behind one of the white pillars of the porch.
"Keep cool; you'll soon know," he replied to the Philosopher. "And once knowing, you'll always know."
The Philosopher looked slightly mystified at this oracular information, and gazed rather curiously at Dahlia as she came near, before he dropped his eyes to his trout flies.
The Skeptic appeared to be absorbed in a letter which he had hastily extracted from his pocket. It was merely a brief business communication in type, as I could not help seeing over his shoulder, but he withdrew his attention from it with difficulty as Dahlia paused before him. Her first greeting was for him, although I had risen just behind him.
"Oh--how do you do, Miss Dahlia?" cried the Skeptic, getting to his feet and receiving her outstretched hand in his own. Then he made as if to pa.s.s her on to me, but she wouldn't be pa.s.sed until she had said something under her breath to him, smiling up into his face, her fingers clinging to his.
"Been--er--horribly busy," I heard him murmur in reply. I thought his hand showed symptoms of letting go before hers did.
I greeted Dahlia, introducing her to the Gay Lady, who smiled at her from over a handkerchief she was embroidering with my initials. I presented the Philosopher, who immediately presented his trout flies.
She scanned him closely--the Philosopher is very good-looking (almost--but not quite--better-looking than the Skeptic)--then she dropped down upon one of the porch cus.h.i.+ons by his side. He politely offered her a chair, but she insisted that she liked the cus.h.i.+on better, and we found it impossible to doubt that she did. At all events she remained upon it, close beside the Philosopher, as long as he retained his position; and she appeared to become absorbed in the trout flies, asking many questions, and exclaiming over some of them in a way which showed her to be of a most sympathetic disposition.
Finally the Philosopher seized upon an opportunity and rose. "Well," he observed, "I believe I'll go and try my luck."
Dahlia looked up at him. Her pretty face took on a beseeching expression.
The Philosopher regarded her uncomprehendingly.
"You will excuse----" he began.
But Dahlia did not let him finish. "I simply love to go fis.h.i.+ng," she said softly.
"Do you?" said the Philosopher, blinking stupidly. "It is great sport, I think, myself."
Even then I believe he would have turned away. He is not used to it--at least, in Dahlia's style. But she detained him.
"Are you really not going to ask me?" she said, looking like a disappointed child.
I saw the Gay Lady look at her. The Skeptic glanced at the Gay Lady. I observed the Skeptic. But the Philosopher rose to the occasion. He is invariably courteous.
"Why, certainly," he responded, "if you would really care to go. It's rather a long walk to the stream and--I'm afraid the boat leaks considerably, but----"
"Oh, I don't mind that," she exulted, jumping up, her cheeks pink with delight. "In fact, I know that boat of old----" She gave the Skeptic a look from under her eyelashes, but he was looking at the Gay Lady and it failed to hit him. "Are you ready? All right. And I've my sunbonnet--just the thing. You shall see what we'll catch," she called back to us, as the two walked away.
The Skeptic got the pillar between himself and the departing pair. His face was convulsed with mirth. He slapped his knee. "I said he'd soon know," he chuckled, holding himself in with an effort, "but I didn't think he'd find out quite so soon. Smoke and ashes--but that was quick work!"
He turned about and looked up at the Gay Lady. "Will you go fis.h.i.+ng?" he inquired, still chuckling.
"No, thank you," responded the Gay Lady, smiling at her embroidery without looking up.
"Will you go fis.h.i.+ng?"
The inquiry was directed at me.
I shook my head.
The Skeptic fell into an att.i.tude of mock despair. Then he sat up. "I'm going to go down and hide behind the big tree at the bend," he declared.
"I want to see Philo when she----"
The Gay Lady spoke to me. "Do you think I'm getting that K too heavy?"
she asked.
The Skeptic laughed, and strolled away--not in the direction of the trout stream.
Dahlia and the Philosopher came back just as luncheon was served. Dahlia was looking pinker than ever, and I thought the Philosopher's tan had rather a pinkish hue, also. I felt obliged to ask Dahlia to stay to luncheon and she promptly accepted. Throughout the meal she was very gay, sitting at my round table between the Philosopher and the Skeptic, and plying both with attentions. It is a singular phrase to use, in speaking of a girl, but I know no other that applies so well--in Dahlia's case.
After luncheon the Philosopher bolted. His movements are usually deliberate, but I never saw a quicker exit made from a dining-room which has only two doors. One door leads into the hall, the other to the pantry. The rest of us went out the hall door. When we reached the porch the Philosopher was missing. There is no explanation except that he went out by the pantry door.
On the porch the Skeptic said, "I must run down to the barn and look after Skylark's foot. He cut himself when I was out on him yesterday."
He hastened away down the driveway.
Dahlia looked after him.
"Is Skylark here?" she asked. "Oh, how I want to see the dear thing!
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