The Trumpeter Swan Part 46
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As he sat down beside her, her hand sought his under the table.
He looked down at her. "Happy, little girl?"
"Very happy, lover."
III
Caroline Paine was having the time of her life. She wore a new dress of thin midnight blue which Randy had bought for her and which was very becoming; her hair was waved and dressed, and she had Major Prime as an attentive listener while she talked of the past and linked it with the present.
"Of course there was a time when the men drank themselves under the tables. Everybody calls them the 'good old times,' but I reckon they were bad old times in some ways, weren't they? There was hot blood, and there were duels. There's no denying it was picturesque, Major, but it was foolish for all that. Men don't settle things now by shooting each other, except in a big way like the war. The last duel was fought by the old fountain out there--one of the Merriweathers met one of the Paines. Merriweather was killed, and the girl died of a broken heart."
"Then it was Merriweather that she loved?"
"Yes. And young Paine went abroad, and joined the British army and was killed in India. So n.o.body was happy, and all because there was, probably, a flowing bowl at the harvest ball. I am glad they don't do it that way now. Just think of my Randy stripped to his s.h.i.+rt and with pistols for two. We are more civilized in these days and I'm glad of it."
"Are we?" said the Major; "I'm not sure. But I hope so."
Randy came by just then and spoke to them. "Are you getting everything you want, Mother?"
"Yes, indeed. The Major looked after me. I've had salad twice, and everything else----"
"That sounds greedy, but it isn't, not when you think of the groaning boards of other days. Has she been telling you about them, Major?"
"Yes, she has peopled the room with ghosts----"
"Now, Major!"
"Pleasant ghosts--in lace ruffles and velvet coats, smoking long pipes around a punch bowl; beautiful ghosts in patches and powder," he made an expressive gesture; "they have mingled with the rest of you--shadow-shapes of youth and loveliness."
"Well, if anybody can tell about it, Mother can," said Randy, "but I don't believe there were ever any prettier girls than are here to-night."
"Becky looks like an angel," Mrs. Paine stated, "but she's pale, Randy."
"She is tired, Mother. I think she ought to go home. I shall try to make her when I come back. She dropped her fan and I am going to get it."
He had not told Becky where he was going. He had slipped away--his mind intent on regaining her property. But when he reached the bushes and flashed his pocket-light on the ground beneath, there was no fan.
It must have fallen here. He was sure he had made no mistake.
He decided finally that someone else had found it. It seemed unlikely, however, for the spot was remote, and the thickness of the bushes offered a barrier to anyone strolling casually through the grounds.
He went slowly back to the house. Ever since that night when Becky had said she would marry him he had lived in a dream. They were pledged to each other, yet she did not love him. How could he take her? And again, how could he give her up? She had offered herself freely, and he wanted her in his future. And there was a fighting chance. He had youth and courage and a love for her he challenged any man to match.
Why not? Was it beyond the bounds of reason that some day he could make Becky love him?
They had agreed that no one was to be told. "Not until I come back from Nantucket," Becky had stipulated.
"By that time you won't want me, my dear."
"Well, I shan't if you talk like that," Becky had said with some spirit.
"Like what?"
"As if I were a queen and you were a slave. When you were a little boy you bossed me, Randy."
There had been a gleam in his eye. "I may again."
He wondered if, after all, that would be the way to win her. Yet he shrank from playing a game. When she came to him, if she ever came, it must be because she found something in him that was love-worthy. At least he could make himself worthy of love, whether she ever came to him or not.
He stopped by the fountain; just beyond it the long windows of the Hunt Room opened out upon the lawn. The light lay in golden squares upon the gra.s.s. Randy, still in the shadow, stood for a moment looking in.
There were long tables and little ones, kaleidoscopic color, movement and light, and Becky back in her corner in the midst of a gay group.
He was aware, suddenly, that he was not the only one who watched. Half hidden by the shadows of one of the great pillars of the lower porch was a man in light flannels and a gray cap.
He was not skulking, and indeed he seemed to have a splendid indifference to discovery. He was staring at Becky and in his hand, a blaze of lovely color against his coat, was Becky's fan!
Randy took a step forward. George turned and saw him.
"I was looking for that," Randy said, and held out his hand for the fan.
But Dalton did not give it to him. "She knows I have it."
"How could she know?" Randy demanded; "she dropped it from the balcony."
"And I was under the balcony"--George's laugh was tantalising,--"a patient Romeo."
"You picked it up."
"I picked it up. And she knew that I did. Didn't she tell you?"
She had not told him. He remembered now her unwillingness to have him search, for it.
He had no answer for George. But again he held out his hand.
"She will be glad to get it. Will you give it to me?"
"She told me I might--keep it."
"Keep it----?"
"For remembrance."
There was a tense pause. "If that is true," said Randy, "there is, of course, nothing else for me to say."
He turned to go, but George stopped him. "Wait a minute. You are going to marry her?"
"Yes."
"And she is very--rich."
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