Part 3 (1/2)

”Nothing tires me, mother--you know that!” she answered--then with a sudden change from her air of careless indifference to one of coaxing softness, she turned to Helmsley.

”_You_ must be tired!” she said. ”Why have you been standing so long at the ballroom door?”

”I have been watching you, Lucy,” he replied gently. ”It has been a pleasure for me to see you dance. I am too old to dance with you myself, otherwise I should grudge all the young men the privilege.”

”I will dance with you, if you like,” she said, smiling. ”There is one more set of Lancers before supper. Will you be my partner?”

He shook his head.

”Not even to please you, my child!” and taking her hand he patted it kindly. ”There is no fool like an old, fool, I know, but I am not quite so foolish as that.”

”I see nothing at all foolish in it,” pouted Lucy. ”You are my host, and it's my coming-of-age party.”

Helmsley laughed.

”So it is! And the festival must not be spoilt by any incongruities. It will be quite sufficient honour for me to take you in to supper.”

She looked down at the flowers she wore in her bodice, and played with their perfumed petals.

”I like you better than any man here,” she said suddenly.

A swift shadow crossed his face. Glancing over his shoulder he saw that Mrs. Sorrel had moved away. Then the cloud pa.s.sed from his brow, and the thought that for a moment had darkened his mind, yielded to a kinder impulse.

”You flatter me, my dear,” he said quietly. ”But I am such an old friend of yours that I can take your compliment in the right spirit without having my head turned by it. Indeed, I can hardly believe that it is eleven years ago since I saw you playing about on the seash.o.r.e as a child. You seem to have grown up like a magic rose, all at once from a tiny bud into a full blossom. Do you remember how I first made your acquaintance?”

”As if I should ever forget!” and she raised her lovely, large dark eyes to his. ”I had been paddling about in the sea, and I had lost my shoes and stockings. You found them for me, and you put them on!”

”True!” and he smiled. ”You had very wet little feet, all rosy with the salt of the sea--and your long hair was blown about in thick curls round the brightest, sweetest little face in the world. I thought you were the prettiest little girl I had ever seen in my life, and I think just the same of you now.”

A pale blush flitted over her cheeks, and she dropped him a demure curtsy.

”Thank you!” she said. ”And if you won't dance the Lancers, which are just beginning, will you sit them out with me?”

”Gladly!” and he offered her his arm. ”Shall we go up to the drawing-room? It is cooler there than here.”

She a.s.sented, and they slowly mounted the staircase together. Some of the evening's guests lounging about in the hall and loitering near the ballroom door, watched them go, and exchanged significant glances. One tall woman with black eyes and a viperish mouth, who commanded a certain exclusive ”set” by virtue of being the wife of a dissolute Earl whose house was used as a common gambling resort, found out Mrs. Sorrel sitting among a group of female gossips in a corner, and laid a patronising hand upon her shoulder.

”_Do_ tell me!” she softly breathed. ”_Is_ it a case?”

Mrs. Sorrel began to flutter immediately.

”_Dearest_ Lady Larford! What _do_ you mean!”

”Surely you know!” And the wide mouth of her ladys.h.i.+p grew still wider, and the black eyes more steely. ”Will Lucy get him, do you think?”

Mrs. Sorrel fidgeted uneasily in her chair. Other people were listening.

”Really,” she mumbled nervously--”really, _dear_ Lady Larford!--you put things so _very_ plainly!--I--I cannot say!--you see--he is more like her father----”

Lady Larford showed all her white teeth in an expansive grin.