Mavis of Green Hill Part 38
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"I like the way American men are with their wives," she said, "I wish I could have met a Billy--"
I might have responded that, in a few months' time, my husband would be legally free to take an interest in such remarks, but I refrained.
"You must have met a number of men, in two years," I said.
"Not Billies," she answered firmly, "awfully young they were, and--"
she paused.
Fong came in just then, and the conversation took a more discreet turn. After luncheon, siesta-ing in the two big swings down among the palms, I brought up the subject again.
"So, after all," I said, "the 'right man' must be an American, Mercedes?"
I had not calculated on the effect of my idle words. A vivid scarlet spread to the roots of the black hair.
"On the boat," she answered, "we talked, your Bill and I--and since then, also. And I have learned a little of the reverence for women that your fine men have: a little of the way they guard and protect them--not by bars and bolts and commands, but by love and chivalry and thoughtfulness. I have seen that too, in my Father, a little. But, after all, my Father married Mother, and so, it is different with him.
And he has never talked to me as he would to the daughter, perhaps, of an American wife--"
I thought of my own Father and knew a swift pang of pity, for this rather rudderless little craft.
"It was through Billy that I got to know you," Mercedes went on--"he was always talking about you. And you--you always held me off--"
Something very warm and sweet crept into my heart, and I put my hand out, across the s.p.a.ce between.
"I'm sorry," I said, "awfully sorry, Mercedes,--you see, perhaps I wasn't quite used to girls."
"You'll really be my friend now?" she asked, navely: and I was conscious that I spoke the whole truth as I answered,
"I am your friend, Mercedes,--never doubt it."
Our hands clasped on that, and within ten minutes, her quiet breathing told me that she slept. I lay awake a little longer, thinking very hard. So Bill had really seen the best of her after all. He had not told me, for I had never tried to know, even second hand. He would have let me go on believing the girl to be heartless and silly, and admiration-loving, nothing else. It was not fair! And then I stopped to realize that I had not _wanted_ to believe her anything else.
Before I fell asleep, I had absolved Mercedes Howells from deliberately trying to flirt with my husband. She would have been my friend more than his, had I wished her to be. Failing that, she had turned to the person, who, oddly enough, had apparently comprehended her little complexities. I looked over at the serene face, the heavy, white lids, with their weight of dark lashes, folded over the big eyes. A little smile curved the lovely, full mouth, and she slept, as a child sleeps, one hand under her soft cheek.
It was very still. The palm leaves rustled faintly over my head, and the sunlight fell hot and golden through the trees. My eyes closed in spite of myself, and with a very tender impulse toward my new friend, I turned on my side and slept.
CHAPTER XVII
"What are you two girls whispering about?" asked Wright, coming up behind us on the gla.s.sed-in porch of the Country Club.
"It is none of your affairs," responded Mercedes with dignity, "but as you are so rude as to ask, I will tell you that the last affair of the season is to be held at the home of Consuelo Mendez--a ball--next week. And I have asked Mavis if she will let me steal you for the evening--provided you have no objection. It will be amusing, I think, and you will meet many pretty girls."
"As to that, I would not have to leave Guayabal," said Wright politely, "but I am honored that you implore my escort--"
"Implore!" said Mercedes with scorn.
"Be careful," I warned. "She'll withdraw her invitation. And I'm sure you'd have a wonderful time. I shan't go, of course, although Senora Mendez has been gracious enough to include me in the invitation. And Bill declares he is too old for such festivities. But I have told Mercedes she may have you--"
"And welcome?" suggested Wright, tragically.
"I shall stop on at 'The Palms' till then," said Mercedes--"Mavis has asked me. And if you will come into Havana with me the day of the dance, my Mother will be very glad to have you stay with us over that night. For it will be a late party, of course--too late for you to return to Guayabal."
"Bully," said Wright with enthusiasm, "I'd love it. What does one wear?" he asked anxiously.
"Low neck and short sleeves," answered Bill, appearing from the locker rooms.
"Wright thinks," said Mercedes pensively, "that at an affair almost entirely within the Spanish-Cuban set, the gentlemen appear attired as _toreodores_."
Wright looked aggrieved.
"Not at all," he contradicted, "only the Anglo-Saxon fas.h.i.+ons for men are utterly devoid of beauty. I wish I had lived some time back--in the satin knee-breeches and lace cuff period."
"But you're bow-legged!" objected Bill insultingly.
"I am not," said Wright indignantly. "Observe!" He thrust out a far from unshapely calf, in tweed knickers. "If my extremities show a slight tendency to bow, it is merely a sign of physical strength, and many years spent in the saddle and on the base-ball diamond."
Said Mercedes to me, in an aside.
"Now, you know, my Mother would never have listened to such a discussion--in Madrid!"
"She would never have had the opportunity," I whispered back.
"To return to the Mendez ball," said Wright, raising his voice, with intent. "I thought a simple flower in my hair or thrust into my waistcoat...."
"You _are_ an a.s.s!" remarked Bill, yawning.
"Perhaps," conceded Wright pleasantly, "but it is a quality which keeps me much in demand."
"You will never," said Bill deliberately, "get very far in your work, old man. For one thing--you have too much money: for another, you take nothing seriously."
"How about yourself?" asked Wright, a little stirred.
Bill glanced at Mercedes, but she smiled at him and nodded.
"I have found out about you, Billy," she said, "So go ahead and talk."
"Who told you?" demanded my husband, not very angrily.
"Partly Wright--I wormed it out of him, after he had let something slip--and, more recently, Mavis."
"Mavis!" said Bill in astonishment.
I did not meet his eyes.
"Why not?" asked Mercedes. "She is bursting with pride in you, naturally. _Cela va sans dire!_ So, after I had probed and begged a little, she let me see the book. It is very wonderful," she ended, with that utter lack of self-consciousness in expressing her emotions and opinions, which, after one was used to it, was rather endearing.
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