CHAPTER XV.THE HOLIDAYS.
The summer vacation had been spent by the Remingtons and Maddy at the seaside, the latter coming to the cottage for a week before returning to her school in New York; and as the doctor was then absent from home, she did not meet him at all. Consequently he had not seen her since she left Aikenside for New York. But she was at home now for the Christmas holidays—was down at the cottage, too; and, unusually nervous for him, the doctor stood before the little square glass in his back office, trying to make himself look as well as possible, for he was going that afternoon to call upon Miss Clyde. He was glad she was not at Aikenside; he would rather meet her at the cottage, and he hoped he might be fortunate enough to find her alone.
The doctor was seriously in love. He acknowledged that now to himself, confessing, too, that with his love was mingled a spice of jealousy, lest GuyRemington should be expending more thought on Maddy Clyde than was consistent with the promised husband of Lucy Atherstone. He wished so much to talk with Guy about her, and yet he dreaded it; for if the talk should confirm his suspicions there would be no hope for him. No girl in her right mind would prefer him to Guy Remington, and with a little sigh the doctor was turning away from the glass, when, as if to verify a familiar proverb, Guy himself drove up in a most dashing equipage, the silver-tipped harness of his high-mettled steed flashing in the wintry sunlight, and the bright-hued lining of his fanciful robes presenting a very gay appearance.
Guy was in the best of spirits. For an entire half day he had tried to devise some means of getting Maddy up to Aikenside. It was quite too bad for her to spend the whole vacation at the cottage, as she seemed likely to do. He knew she was lonely there; that the bare floor and low, dark walls affected her unpleasantly. He had seen this in her face when he bade her good-bye, for he had carried her down to the cottage himself, and now he was going after her. There was to be a party at Aikenside; the very first since Guy was its master. The neighbors had said he was too proud to invite them, but they should say so no more.The house was to be thrown open in honor of Guy’s birthday, and all who were at all desirable guests, were to be bidden to the festival. First on the list was the doctor, who, remembering how averse Guy was to large parties, wondered at the proceedings. But Guy was all engaged in the matter, and after telling who were to be invited, added rather indifferently, “I’m going down to Honedale after Maddy. It’s better for her to be with us a day or two beforehand. You’ve seen her, of course.”
No, the doctor had not; he was just going there, he said, in a tone so full of sad disappointment, that Guy detected it at once, and asked if anything was the matter.
“Guy,” the doctor continued, sitting down by his friend, “I remember once your making me your confidant about Lucy. You remember it too?”
“Yes, why?” Guy replied, beginning to feel strangely uncomfortable as he half divined what was coming next.
Latterly Guy had stopped telling the doctor that he was educating Maddy for him. Indeed, he did not talk of her at all, and the doctor might have fancied her out of his mind but for the frequent visits to New York, which Guy found it absolutely necessary tomake. Guy did not himself understand the state of his own feelings with regard to Maddy, but if compelled to explain them they would have been something as follows: He fully expected to marry Lucy Atherstone; the possibility that he should not had never occurred to him, but that was no reason why Maddy Clyde need be married for these many years. She was very young yet; there was time enough for her to think of marrying when she was twenty-five, and in the meanwhile it would be splendid to have her at Aikenside as Lucy’s friend. Nothing could be nicer, and Guy did not care to have this little arrangement spoiled. But that the doctor had an idea of spoiling it, he had not a doubt, particularly after the doctor’s next remark.
“I have not seen Maddy since last spring, you know. Is she very much improved?”
“Yes, very much. There is no more stylish-looking girl to be seen on Broadway than Maddy Clyde,” and Guy shook down his pantaloons a little awkwardly.
“Well, is she as handsome as she used to be, and as childish in her manner?” the doctor asked; and Guy replied:
“I took her to the opera once, last month, and themany admiring glances cast at our box proved pretty positively that Maddy’s beauty was not of the ordinary kind.”
“The opera!” the doctor exclaimed; “Maddy Clyde at the opera! What would her grandfather say? He is very puritanical in his notions.”
“Yes, I know; and so is Maddy, too. She wrote and obtained his consent before she’d go with me. He won’t let her go to atheateranyhow. He considers that in the same block with the bottomless pit.”
Here an interval of silence ensued, and then the doctor began again:
“Guy, you told me once you were educating Maddy Clyde for me, and I tried to make you think I didn’t care; but I did, oh, so much. Guy, laugh at me if you please. I cannot blame you if you do; but the fact is, I believe I’ve loved Maddy Clyde ever since she was so sick. At all events, I love her now, and I was going down there this very afternoon to tell her so. She’s old enough. She was sixteen last October, the—the——”
“Tenth day,” Guy responded, thus showing that he, too, was keeping Maddy’s age, even to a day.
“Yes, the tenth day,” resumed the doctor. “Thereare many years’ difference between us, but if she feels at all as I do she will not care, Guy;” and the doctor began to talk earnestly: “I’ll be candid with you, and say that you have sometimes made my heart ache a little.”
“I!” and Guy’s face was crimson, while the doctor continued:
“Yes, and I beg your pardon for it; but let me ask you one question, and upon its answer will depend my future course with regard to Maddy: You are true to Lucy?”
Guy felt the blood prickling at the roots of his hair, but he answered truthfully, as he believed:
“Yes, true as steel;” while the generous thought came over him that he would further the doctor’s plans all he possibly could.
“Then I am satisfied,” the doctor rejoined; “and as you have rather assumed the position of Maddy’s guardian or brother, I ask your permission to offer her the love which, whether she accepts it or not, is hers.”
Guy had never fell a sharper pang than that which now thrilled through every nerve, but he would not prove false to the friend confiding in him, and he answered calmly.
“You have my consent; but, Doc, better put it offtill you see her at Aikenside. There’s no chance at the cottage, with those three old people. I wonder she don’t go wild. I’m sure I should.”
Guy was growing rather savage about something but the doctor did not mind; and grasping his arm as he arose, he said:
“And you’ll manage it for me, Guy? You know how. I don’t. You’ll contrive for me to see her alone, and maybe say a word beforehand in my favor.”
“Yes, yes, I’ll manage it. I’ll fix it right. Don’t forget, day after to-morrow night. The Cutlers will be there, and, by the way, Maria has grown to be a splendid girl. She fancied you once, you know. Old Cutler is worth half a million.” And Guy tore himself away from the doctor, who, now that the ice was broken, would like to have talked of Maddy forever.
But Guy was not thus inclined, and in a mood not extremely amiable, he threw himself into his sleigh and went dashing down toward Honedale. For some unaccountable reason, he was not now one bit interested in the party, and, were it not that a few of the invitations were issued, he would have been tempted to give it up. Guy did not know what ailed him. He only felt as if somebody had been meddling withhis plans, and had he been in the habit of swearing he would probably have sworn: but as he was not he contented himself with driving like a second Jehu until he reached Honedale, where a pair of soft, brown eyes smiled up into his face, and a little warm hand was clasped in his, as Maddy came out to the gate to meet him.
She was very glad to see him. The cottage, with its humble adornings, did seem lonely, and almost dreary, after the life and bustle of New York, and Maddy had cried more than once to think how hard and wicked she must be growing when her home had ceased to be the dear old place she once loved so well. She had been there five days, and notwithstanding the efforts of her grandparents to entertain her, each day had seemed a week in its duration. Neither the doctor nor Guy had been near her, and Maddy had made herself believe that the former was sadly remiss in his duty, inasmuch as he had not seen her for so long. He had been in the habit of calling every week, her grandmother said, and this did not tend to increase her amiability. Why didn’t he come now when he knew she was at home? Didn’t he wish to see her? If not, she could be indifferent too, and when they did meet, she could show him how little she cared!
At Guy she was not particularly piqued. She did not take his attentions as a matter of course, and did not think it very strange that since bringing her there on the night of her return from New York, he had not once called upon her; still, she thought more of him, if possible, than of the doctor, during those five days, and was rather anxious to see him. She had something to show him—a letter from Lucy Atherstone, who had gradually come to be her regular correspondent, and whom Maddy had learned to love with all the intensity of her girlhood. To her ardent imagination Lucy Atherstone was but a little lower than the angels, and the pure, sweet thoughts contained in every letter were doing almost as much toward molding her character as Grandpa Markham’s prayers and constant teachings. Maddy did not know it, but it was these letters from Lucy which kept her from loving Guy Remington. She could not for a moment associate him with herself when she so constantly thought of him as the husband of another, and that other Lucy Atherstone. Not for worlds would Maddy have wronged the gentle creature who wrote to her so confidingly of Guy, envying her in that she could so often see his face and hear his voice, while his betrothed was separated from him by many thousandmiles. Little by little Maddy had learned that Lucy’s mother was averse to the match, and had always been; that she had in her mind an English lord, who would make her daughter “My lady;” and this was the secret of her so long deferring her daughter’s marriage. In her last letter to Maddy, however, Lucy had written with more than her usual spirit that she should come into possession of her property on her twenty-fifth birthday and be really her own mistress. She should then feel at liberty to act for herself, and she launched out into joyful anticipations of the time when she should come to Aikenside and meet her dear Maddy Clyde. Feeling that Guy would be glad to see this letter, Maddy had all the morning been wishing he would come; and when she saw him at the gate she ran out to meet him, her eyes and face sparkling with eager joy as she suffered him to retain her hand, while she said, “I am so glad to see you, Mr. Remington. I almost thought you had forgotten me at Aikenside.”
Guy began to exclaim against any one’s forgetting her, and also to express his pleasure at finding her so glad to see him, when Maddy interrupted him with, “Oh, it’s not that; I’ve something to show you—something which will make you very happy. I had aletter from Lucy last night. When she is twenty-five she will be her own mistress, you know, and she means to be married in spite of her mother—she says—let me see—” and drawing from her bosom Lucy’s letter, Maddy read, “‘I do not intend to fail in filial obedience, but I have tired dear Guy’s patience long enough, and as soon as I am of age I shall marry him.’ Isn’t it nice?” and returning the letter to its hiding-place, Maddy scooped up in her hand and ate a quantity of the snow beside the path.
“Yes, it is very nice,” Guy admitted, but there was a shadow on his brow as he followed Maddy into the cottage, where the lunatic, who had been watching them from the window, shook his head doubtfully and said, “Too young, too young for you, young man. You can’t have our Sunshine, if you want her.”
“Hush, Uncle Joseph,” Maddy whispered, softly, taking his arm and laying it around her neck. “Mr. Remington don’t want me. He is engaged to a beautiful English girl across the sea.”
Low as Maddy’s words were, Guy heard them, as well as the crazy man’s reply, “Engagements have been broken.”
That was the first time the possibility had ever entered Guy’s brain that his engagement might bebroken, provided he wished it, which he did not, he said to himself positively. Lucy loved him, he loved Lucy, and that was enough; so in a kind of abstracted manner, arising from the fact that he was calculating how long it would be before Lucy was twenty-five, he began to talk with Maddy, asking how she had spent her time, and so forth. This reminded Maddy of the doctor, who, she said, had not been to see her at all.
“He was coming this morning,” Guy rejoined, “but I persuaded him to defer his call until you were at Aikenside. I have come to take you back with me, as we are to have a party day after to-morrow evening, and I wish you to be present.”
Maddy had never attended a big party in her life, and her eyes sparkled from mere anticipation as she looked appealingly to her grandfather, who, though classing parties with the pomps and vanities from which he would shield his child, still remembered that he once was young; that, fifty years ago he, too, like Maddy, wanted “to see the folly of it,” and not take the mere word of older people that in every festival scene there was a pitfall, strewn over so thickly with roses that it was ofttimes hard to tell just where its boundary line commenced. Besides that, grandpa had faith in Guy, and so his consent was granted, andMaddy was soon on her way to Aikenside, which presented a gayer, busier appearance than she had seen there before. Jessie was wild with delight, dragging forth at once the pink dress which she was to wear, and whispering to Maddy that Guy had bought a blue silk for her, and that Sarah Jones was at that moment fashioning it after a dress left there by Maddy the previous summer.
“Mother said plain white muslin was more appropriate for a young girl, but brother Guy said no; the blue silk would be useful after the party; it was what you needed; and so he bought it and paid two dollars a yard, but it’s a secret until you are called to try it on. Isn’t Guy splendid?”
He was indeed splendid. Maddy thought, wondering why he was so kind to her, and if it would be so when Lucy came. The dress fitted admirably, though Maddy thought her grandfather would say it was too low in the neck, but Sarah overruled her objections, assisted by Guy, who, when the dress was complete and tried on for the last time, was called in by Jessie to see if “Maddy must have a piece sewed on, as she suggested.” The neck wasau fait, Guy said, laughing at Maddy for being so old-maidish, and saying when he saw how really distressed she seemed, that hewould provide her with something to relieve the bareness of which she complained.
“Oh, I know, I saw, Ipeekedin the box,” Jessie began, but Guy put his hand over the little tattler’s mouth, bidding her keep the result of herpeekingto herself.
And for once Jessie succeeded in doing so, although she several times set Maddy to guessing what it was Guy had for her in a box! As the size of the box was not mentioned, Maddy had fully made up her mind to a shawl or scarf, and was proportionately disappointed when, as she was dressing for the party, there was sent up to her room a small round box, scarcely large enough to hold an apple, much less a small scarf. The present proved to be a pair of plain but heavy bracelets, and a most exquisitely wrought chain of gold, to which was appended a beautiful pearl cross, the whole accompanied with the words, “From Guy.”
Jessie was in ecstacies again. Clasping the ornaments on Maddy’s neck and arms, she danced around her, declaring there never was anything more beautiful, or anybody so pretty as Maddy was in her party dress. Maddy was fond of jewelry—and felt a flush of gratified pride, or vanity, or satisfaction, whicheverone chooses to call it, as she glanced at herself in the mirror and remembered the time when, riding with the doctor, she had met Mrs. Agnes, with golden bracelets flashing on her arms, and wished she might one day wear something like them. The day had come sooner than she had anticipated, but Maddy was not so happy in possession of the coveted ornaments as she had thought she should be. It seemed to her thatGuyought not to have given them to her, that it was improper for her to keep them, and that both Mrs. Noah and Agnes thought so, too. She wished she knew exactly what was right; and then, remembering that Guy had said the doctor was expected early, she decided to ask his opinion on the subject and abide by it.
At first Agnes had cared but little about the party, affecting to despise the people in their immediate neighborhood; but her spirits rose at last; and when her toilet was completed, she shone resplendent in lace and diamonds and curls, managing to retain through all a certain simplicity of dress appropriate to the hostess. But beautiful as Agnes was, she felt in her jealous heart that there was about Maddy Clyde an attraction she did not possess. Guy saw it too, and while complimenting his pretty mother-in-law,kept his eyes fixed admiringly on Maddy, who started him into certain unpleasant remembrances by asking if the doctor had come yet.
“No—yes—there he is now;” and Guy looked into the hall, where the doctor’s voice was heard inquiring for him.
“I want to see him a minute, alone, please. There’s something I wish to ask him.” And, unmindful of Agnes’s darkened frown, or Guy’s look of wonder, Maddy darted from the room, and ran hastily down to the hall where the doctor stood, waiting for Guy, not for her.
He had not expected to meet her thus, or to see her thus, and the sight of her, grown so tall, so womanly and beautiful, almost took his breath away. And yet, as he stood with her hand in his, and surveyed her from head to foot, he felt that he would rather have her as she was when a dainty frill shaded her pale, wasted face, when the snowy ruffle was fastened high about her throat, and the cotton bands were buttoned about her wrists, where golden ones now were shining. The doctor had never forgotten Maddy as she was then, the very embodiment, he thought, of helpless purity. The little sick girl, so dear to him then, was growing away from him now; and these adornings,which marked the budding woman, seemed to remove her from him and place her nearer to Guy, whose bride should wear silk and jewels, just as Maddy did.
She was very glad to see him, she said, asking in the same breath why he had not been to the cottage, if she had not grown tall, and if he thought her improved with living in a city?
“One question at a time, if you please,” he said, drawing her a little more into the shadow of the hall, where they would be less observed by any one passing through it.
Maddy did not wait for him to answer, so eager was she to unburden her mind and know if she ought to keep the costly presents, at which she knew he was looking.
“If he remembers his unpaid bill, he must consider me mighty mean,” she thought; and then, with her usual frankness, she told him of the perplexity, and asked his opinion.
“It would displease Mr. Guy very much if I were to give them back,” she said; “but it is hardly right for me to accept them, is it?”
The doctor did not say she ought not to wear the ornaments, though he longed to tear them from herarms and neck and throw them anywhere, he cared not where, so they freed her wholly from Guy.
“They are very becoming,” he said. “You would not look as well without them; so you had better wear them to-night, and to-morrow, if you will grant me an interview, I will talk with you further.”
He said all this to gain the desired interview for which Guy was to prepare her. That he had not done so he felt assured, but he could not be angry with him, as he came smilingly toward them, asking if they had talked privacy long enough, and glancing rather curiously at Maddy’s face. There was nothing in its expression to disturb him, and, offering her his arm, he led her back to the drawing-rooms, where Agnes was smoothing down the folds of her dress, preparatory to receiving the guests just descending the stairs. It was a brilliant scene which Aikenside presented that night, and amid it all Agnes bore herself like a queen; while Jessie, with her sunny face and flowing hair, came in for a full share of attention. But amid the gay throng there was none so fair or beautiful as Maddy, who deported herself with as much ease and grace as if she had all her life been accustomed to just such occasions as this. At a distance the doctor watched her, telling several who she was, and onceresenting, by both look and manner, a remark made by Maria Cutler, to the effect that she was nobody but Mrs. Remington’s governess, a poor girl whom Guy had taken a fancy to educate out of charity.
“He seems very fond of his charity pupil, upon my word. He scarcely leaves her neighborhood at all,” whispered old Mrs. Cutler, the mother of Maria, who, Guy said, once fancied Dr. Holbrook, and who had no particular objections to fancying him now, provided it could be reciprocal.
But the doctor was only intent on Maddy, knowing always just where she was standing, just who was talking to her, and just how far from her Guy was. He knew, too, when the latter was urging her to sing; and, managing to get nearer, heard her object that no one cared to hear her.
“ButIdo; I wish it,” Guy replied in that tone which people generally obeyed; and casting a half-frightened look at the sea of faces around her, Maddy suffered him to lead her to the piano, sitting quite still while he found what he wished her to play.
It was his favorite song, and one which brought out Maddy’s voice in its various modulations.
“Oh, please, Mr. Remington, anything but that song. I cannot do it justice;” Maddy whispered,pleadingly, but Guy answered resolutely, “You can.” There was no appeal after this, but a resigned, obedient look, which made the doctor gnash his teeth as he leaned upon the instrument. What right had Guy to command Maddy Clyde, and why should she obey? and yet, as the doctor glanced at Guy, he felt that, were he in Maddy’s place, he should have done the same.
“No girl can resist Guy Remington,” he thought. “I’m glad there’s a Lucy Atherstone over the sea.” And with a smile of encouragement for Maddy, who was pale with nervous timidity, he listened while her sweet, bird-like voice trembled for a moment with fear, and then, gaining confidence from its own sound, filled the room with melody, and made those who had wandered off to other parts of the building hasten back to see who was singing.
Maria Cutler had presided at the piano earlier in the evening, as had one or two other young ladies, but to none of these had Guy paid half the attention he did to Maddy, staying constantly by her, holding her fan, turning the leaves of music, and dictating what she should play.
“There’s devotion,” tittered a miss in long ringlets; “but she really does play well,” and she appealedto Maria Cutler, who answered, “Yes, she keeps good time, and I should think might play for a dance. I mean to ask her,” and going up to Guy she said, “I wish to speak to—to—Jessie’sgoverness. Introduce me, please.”
Guy waited till Maddy was through, and then gave the desired introduction. In a tone not wholly free from superciliousness, Miss Cutler said:
“Can you play a waltz or polka, Miss Clyde? We are aching to exercise our feet—that is, if Mr. Remington does not object. I dare say old Mr. and Mrs. Deacon Crane will start for home instanter at the first note of anything as wicked as Money Musk.”
When the party was first talked about, Agnes had proposed that it be a regular dancing party, with suitable music provided for it. But Guy, who knew how such a thing would shock the puritanical prejudices of many of the people of Sommerville, who held dancing as a sin, said, “No—he wished all his guests to enjoy themselves. So he would not hire music, or have dancing as a rule. If any of the young people wished to amuse themselves that way, they were welcome to do so, and he presumed some one of their number could play sufficiently well for quadrilles, and possibly waltzing.” So, when appealed to on the subject byMiss Cutler, he replied, “Certainly; dance by all means if you wish to, and Maddy is willing to play.”
Maddy bowed, and struck into a spirited waltz, which set many of the young people to whirling in circles, and produced the result which Maria so much desired, viz.: it took Guy away from the piano, for he could not mistake her evident wish to have him as a partner, and with his arm around her waist he was soon moving rapidly from that part of the room, leaving only the doctor to watch Maddy’s fingers as they flew over the keys. Maddy never thought of being tired. She enjoyed the excitement, and was glad she could do something towards entertaining Guy’s guests. But Guy did not forget her for an instant. Through all the mazes of the giddy dance, he had her before his eye, seeing not the clouds of lace and muslin encircled by his arm, but the little figure in blue sitting so patiently at the piano until he knew she must be tired, and determined to release her. As it chanced, Maria was on his arm, and drawing her nearer to Maddy, he said, “Your fingers ache by this time, I am sure. It is wrong to trouble you longer. Agnes will take your place while you try a quadrille—I shall find you a partner.”
“Oh, thank you,” Maddy answered. “I am nottired in the least. I had as lief play till morning, provided they are satisfied with my time, and my stock of music holds out.”
“But it is not fair for one to do all the playing; besides, I shall ask you to dance with me by-and-bye.”
Maddy’s face crimsoned for an instant, and then in a low voice she said, “I thank you, but I must decline.”
“Maddy!” Guy exclaimed, in tones more indicative of reproach than expostulation.
There were tears in Maddy’s eyes, and Maria Cutler, watching her, was vexed to see how beautiful was the expression of her face as she answered frankly, “I have never told you that grandpa objected to my taking dancing lessons when I wrote to him about it. He does not like me to dance.”
“A saint!” Maria uttered under her breath, smiling contemptuously as she made a movement to leave the piano, hoping Guy would follow her.
But he did not at once. Standing for a moment irresolute, while he looked curiously at Maddy, he said at last:
“Of course I interfere with no one’s scruples of that kind, but I cannot allow you to wear yourself out for our amusement.”
“I like to play—please let me,” was Maddy’s reply; and, as the set upon the floor were waiting for her, she turned to the instrument, while Guy mechanically offered his arm to Maria, who was waiting for him, and sauntered toward the green room.
“What a blue old ignoramus that grandfather must be to object to dancing, don’t you think so?” Maria said, laughing a little spitefully, and feeling secretly glad that Maddy had refused, and secretly angry at Guy for seeming to care so much.
“Say,” she continued, as Guy did not answer her, “don’t you think it a sign that something is lacking in brains or education, when a person sets up that dancing is wicked?”
Guy would have taken Maddy’s side then, whatever he might have thought, and he replied:
“Not lack of brains, certainly. Education and circumstances have much to do with one’s views upon that subject. For my part, I like to see people consistent. Now, this old ignoramus, as you call him, lays great stress onpompandvanities, and when I asked him once what he meant by them, he mentioneddancingin particular as one of the things which you church members promise to renounce;” and Guy bowed towards Maria, who, knowing that she was oneof the church members referred to, winced perceptibly.
“But this girl—this Maddy. There’s no reason why she should decline,” she said; and Guy replied:
“Respect for her grandfather, in her case, seems to be stronger than respect for a higher power in some other cases.”
“It’s just as wicked to play for dancing as ’tis to dance,” Maria remarked, impatiently; while Guy rejoined:
“That is very possible; but I presume Maddy has never seen it in that light, which makes a difference;” and the two retraced their steps to the rooms where the gay revelers were still tripping to Maddy’s music.
After several ineffectual efforts Agnes had succeeded in enticing the doctor away from the piano, and thus there was no one near to see how at last the bright color began to fade from Maddy’s cheeks as the notes before her ran together, and the keys assumed the form of one huge key which she could not manage. There was a blur before her eyes, a buzzing in her ears, and just as the dancers were entering heart and soul into the merits of a popular polka, there was a sudden pause in the music, a crash amongthe keys, and a faint cry, which to those nearest to her sounded very much like “Mr. Guy,” as Maddy fell forward with her face upon the piano. It was hard telling which carried her from the room, the doctor or Guy, or which face of the three was the whitest. Guy’s was the most frightened, for the doctor knew she had only fainted, while Guy, struck with the marble rigidity of the face so recently flushed with excitement, said at first, “She’s dead!” while over him there flashed a feeling that life with Maddy dead would be desolate indeed. But Maddy was not dead, and Guy, when he went back to his guests, carried the news that she had recovered from her faint, which she kindly ascribed to the heat of the rooms, instead of fatigue from playing so long. The doctor was with her and she was doing as well as could be expected, he said, thinking within himself how he wished they would go home, and wondering what attraction there was there, now that Maddy’s place was vacant. Guy was a vastly miserable man by the time the last guest had bidden him good-night, and he had heard for the hundred-and-fiftieth time what a delightful evening it had been. Politeness required that he should look to the very last as pleasant and unconcerned as if up-stairs there were no little sick girl, all alone undoubtedlywith Dr. Holbrook, whom he mentally styled a “lucky dog,” in that he was not obliged to appear again in the parlors, unless he chose.
The doctor knew Maddy did not require his presence after the first half hour, but he insisted upon her being sent to bed, and then went frequently to her door, until assured by Mrs. Noah that she was sleeping soundly, and would, if let alone, be well as ever on the morrow; a prediction which proved true, for when at a late hour next morning the family met at the breakfast table, Maddy’s was the brightest, freshest face of the whole, not even excepting Jessie’s. Maddy, too, was delighted with the party, declaring that nothing but pleasurable excitement and heat had made her faint; and then, with all the interest which young girls usually attach to fainting fits, she asked how she looked and how she acted, and if she didn’t appear very ridiculous, and how she got out of the room, saying the only thing she remembered after falling was a sensation as if she were being torn in two.
“That’s it,” cried Jessie, who readily volunteered the desired information. “Brother Guy was ’way off with Maria Cutler, and doctor was with mamma, but both ran so fast, and both tried to take you up. I think Miss Cutler real hateful, for she said, mean like,‘Do you see them pull her, as if it was of the slightest consequence which carried her out?’”
“Jessie!” Guy interposed sternly; while the doctor, who had spent the night at Aikenside, looked disapprovingly at the little girl, who subsided into silence after saying, in an under-tone, “I do think she’s hateful, and that isn’t all she said either about Maddy!”
It was rather uncomfortable at the table after that, and rather quiet too, as Maddy did not care to ask anything more concerning her faint, while the others were not disposed to talk.
Breakfast over, the two young men repaired to the library, where Guy indulged in his cigar, while the doctor fidgeted for a time, and then broke out abruptly:
“I say, Guy, have you said anything to her about—well, about me, you know?”
“Why, no, I’ve hardly had a chance; and then, again, I concluded it better for each one to speak for himself;” and carelessly knocking the ashes from his half-smoked cigar, Guy leaned back in his chair, with his eyes, and, to all appearance, thoughts, wholly intent upon the curls of smoke rising above his head.
“Guy, if you were not engaged, I should betempted to think you wanted Maddy Clyde yourself,” the doctor suddenly exclaimed, confronting Guy, who, still watching the rings of smoke, answered with the most provoking coolness, “You should?”
“Yes, I should; and I am not certain but you do as it is. Guy,” and the doctor grew very earnest in his manner, “if you do care for Maddy Clyde, and she for you, pray tell me so before I make a fool of myself.”
“Doctor,” returned Guy, throwing the remains of his cigar into the grate and folding his hands on his head, “you desire that I be frank, and I will. I like Maddy Clyde very much—more, indeed, than any girl I ever met, except Lucy. Had I never seen her—Lucy, I mean—I cannot tell how I should feel toward Maddy. The chances are, however, that much as I admire her, I should not make her my wife, even if she were willing. But I have seen Lucy. I am engaged to be married. I shall keep that engagement, and if you have feared me at all as a rival, you may fear me no longer. I do not stand between you and Maddy Clyde.”
Guy believed that he was saying the truth, notwithstanding that his heart beat faster than its wont and his voice was a little thick. It was doubtfulwhether he would marry Maddy Clyde, if he could. By nature and education he was very proud, and the inmates of the red cottage would have been an obstacle to be surmounted by his pride. He knew they were far, far better than himself; but, from his earliest remembrance, he had been taught that blood and family and position were all-important; that by virtue of them Remington was a name of which to be proud; that his father’s foolish marriage with a pretty governess was the first misalliance ever known in the family, and that he was not likely to follow that example was a point fully established in his own mind. He might admire Maddy very much, and, perhaps, build castles of what might possibly have been, had she been in his sphere of life; but, should he verily think of making her his wife, the olden pride would certainly come up as a barrier between them. Guy could not explain all this to the doctor, who would have been tempted to knock him down, if he had; but he succeeded in quieting his fears, and even suggested bringing Maddy there, if the doctor wished to know his fate that morning.
“I hear her now—I’ll call her,” he said; and opening the door, he spoke to Maddy, who was just passing through the hall, “Dr. Holbrook wishes tosee you,” he said, as Maddy came up to him; and, holding the door for her to enter, he saw her take the seat he had just vacated. Then, closing it upon them, he walked away, thinking that last night’s party, or something, had produced a bad effect on him making him blue and wretched, just as he should suppose a criminal would feel when about to be executed.