The Story Of Louie Part 5
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"Wasn't it stunning of her?"
"You'd have caught it, Earle!"
"I saw it in her eye!"
"But I say, Causton, you'll get a wigging!"
"She didn't speak to you, you know!"
"You cut in----"
Louie felt quite confused, so much did they make of so little.
"Good gracious," she said, "what are you all talking about? That's nothing, especially as I was thinking of leaving in any case to-morrow."
There was consternation in the box-room. Had Rebellion found its leader only to lose her again immediately?
"Leaving!"
"Oh, I sha'n't leave till after ten o'clock now, you may be sure,"
Louie laughed.
"But--oh, I _say_!"
The dismayed voices dropped. There was a blank silence. It was only after half-a-minute that Burnett Minor, who had issued from cover again, begged: "Don't leave, Causton."
"Oh, I shouldn't leave because of anything like this," said Louie, enormously amused at the thought. "The place is a fraud--that's why I should leave."
"Oh, don't leave," another girl begged.
"Well, we'll see what she says to-morrow."
"She can't be _too_ down on you----"
"Not the first time----"
Something that can only be described as a pleasant hardening came into Louie's grey eyes. Her laugh dropped a note. She looked at the adoring faces.
"That's just what I mean," she said. "If she _is_----"
"What?----"
"I'll stay."
And that also her stepfather would have described as "just like Louie."
III
Punctually at ten o'clock on the morrow Louie knocked at the door of Mrs. Lovenant-Smith's office or drawing-room--it was both--and entered. Mrs. Lovenant-Smith was writing at an escritoire that was not big enough to accommodate her elbows, and so supported her braceleted wrists only. There was something contradictory about her att.i.tude. Its rect.i.tude as she sat at the inconvenient little desk suggested that she expected Louie, her turn, pause and inquiring "Well?" that she did not. Louie's observant eyes had already noticed a curious inconsistency about the Lady-in-Charge. A great number of things seemed to lie on the tip of her tongue, ready, apparently against her own better judgment, to be detached from it by a perfectly-timed fillip of opposition.
And Louie had only to remember the word or two with which she had dashed Chaff's affability to be fairly sure that though cocoa and candles in the box-room at eleven o'clock at night might seem a good enough reason for the present interview, as like as not another lay behind it. She stood just within the door.
"Well, Miss Causton?"
"I think you told me to come here at ten o'clock."
"Ah, yes. Please to wait a moment."
Louie listened to the squeaking of her quill and the faint jingling at her wrists as she continued to write.
When Mrs. Lovenant-Smith turned again it was almost as if she had thought better of something or other--say of an encounter with this long-chinned, grey-eyed girl who stood, not dressed for gardening, but in a long grey morning frock, looking at her from the door.
"I merely wished to impress on you, Miss Causton, that the Rules must be observed," she said. "I believe there is a copy of them on the smaller bureau by your right hand there. Take it and be so good as to study it. That is all I wished to say."
Louie did not believe the last sentence, but no disbelief showed in her eyes. She inclined her head, but watched Mrs. Lovenant-Smith, waiting for more. She thought that if she waited more would come. It did. Mrs. Lovenant-Smith, having just dismissed Louie, rescinded the decision by speaking again.
"You are older than the others," she said, "and it ought not to be too much to expect of you that you will set a good example."
Louie, perhaps gratuitously, read a meaning into the words. Perhaps you guess what it was. Many of the older people of her world still remembered her mother's first marriage, and Mrs. Lovenant-Smith, though Louie did not like the look of her, was still undeniably of her world. With Louie herself the drawing-master theory of her paternity had long since gone by the board; the girl had not rested until she had discovered that her father was Buck Causton, pugilist and artists'
model, none other; and if Mrs. Lovenant-Smith had ever chanced to hear of her as Louise Chaffinger, and identified that person under the name which (whether from pride, spleen, sensitiveness or what not) she had since rea.s.sumed, there would probably be something very near the tip of her tongue indeed. And just as Buck had always been a pale fighter, so Louie's own mixed blood, though it might surge at her heart, left her cheeks untinged in moments of stress. She still stood, making no motion to go.
"I don't think I quite follow you," she said slowly. "Why do you say that something 'ought not to be too much to expect'?"
Mrs. Lovenant-Smith stiffened and drew in again.
"It is not necessary to follow me," she said. "You will find all that is necessary in the Rules. You may keep that copy; Rule 6 is the one I wish especially to call your attention to. Would you be so good as to pa.s.s me that bell as you go out--the small bra.s.s one on the cabinet there?"
She half turned to her writing again.
("Good gracious, what next!" thought Louie.)
The bell was a small Dutch figure in a metal farthingale, and Louie pa.s.sed it. As she did so she glanced at the hand that took it. Mrs.
Lovenant-Smith's face was wrinkled like a dried apple, and the hand, though beautifully kept, was wrinkled too, and had, moreover, rather stumpy nails. Louie's own hands were exquisite. The bell pa.s.sed from hand to hand.
Whether or not it was the glance at the hands, suddenly the word too much dropped from the tip of Mrs. Lovenant-Smith's tongue. She put the bell down with a little clap.
"The Rules of the college are not called into question," she said. "So far they have proved quite sufficient for the kind of student the college was founded for. By the way, why are you not dressed for the gardens?"
("'Kind of student'--good--gracious!" Louie cried in astonishment to herself. "Very well, madam----")
She spoke calmly, looking modestly down at her long cashmere skirt, but taking in her lovely hands (which toyed with the copy of the Rules) on the way.
"My dress?" she said. "Oh, I wasn't sure whether I should be staying or not."
Louie knew perfectly well that her leaving would make, at any rate until her cubicle should be filled again, a difference of something like sixty pounds a year, with extras, to Chesson's. That is rather a lot of money to hang upon a mere breach of Rule 6. Perhaps Mrs.
Lovenant-Smith betrayed herself in the quickness with which she took her up.
"Do you mean you're thinking of leaving?" she asked.
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