Part 9 (1/2)

”I am highly honoured, I am sure. Shall we go outside? I hope you prefer it out there. I never stay in the house if I can help it.”

”Oh, I much prefer to be out.”

They sat facing each other in two of the wicker chairs. He was a man skilled in woman, and he divined her shyness and apprehension. He talked lightly for some time, making her feel that politeness compelled her to be silent and listen. She raised her eyes after a time and looked at him. He was, perhaps, thirty-five, possibly more. He looked older and at the same time younger. His shaven chin and lips were sternly cut. His face was thin, his nose arched and fine, his skin and hair neutral in tint. The only colouring about him was in his eyes. They were very blue and deeply set under rather scraggy brows. Magdalena noted that they had a peculiarly penetrating regard, and that they did not smile with the lips. The latter, when not smiling, looked grim and forbidding, and there was a deep line on either side of the mouth. Her memory turned to Colonel Belmont, and the night she had studied his profile. There was an indefinable resemblance between the two men. Then she realised how old-fas.h.i.+oned and worn Belmont was beside this trim elegant man, who, with no exaggeration of manner, treated her with a deference and attention which had no doubt been his habitual manner with the greatest ladies in Europe.

”Shall you be in California long?” she asked suddenly.

”That is what I am trying to decide. I had heard so much of your California that I came out with a half-formed idea of buying a little place and settling down for the rest of my days.”

”The Mark Smith place is for sale,” she answered quickly. ”It has only two acres, but they are cultivated, and the house is very pretty.”

”Your father told me about it; but although Menlo is very beautiful, it seems to have one drawback. I am very fond of rowing, sailing, and fis.h.i.+ng, and there is no water.”

”There is if you go far enough. The bay is not so very far away, and I have heard that there is salmon-fis.h.i.+ng back in the mountains. And Mr.

Was.h.i.+ngton and Uncle Jack Belmont often go duck and snipe shooting down on the marsh.” She stopped with a shortening of the breath. She had not made such a long speech since Helena left.

He sat forward eagerly. ”You interest me deeply,” he said. ”I am very much inclined to buy the place. I shall certainly think of it.”

”But you--surely--you would rather be--live--in Europe. We are very old-fas.h.i.+oned out here.”

The expression about his mouth deepened. ”I should like to think that I might spend the rest of my days with a fis.h.i.+ng-rod or a gun.”

”But you have been at courts!”

He laughed. ”I have, and I hope I may never see another.”

”And--and you are young.”

Her interest and curiosity overcame her reserve. She wanted to know all of this man that he would tell her. She had once seen a picture of a death-mask. His face reminded her of it. _What_ lay behind?

”I am forty and some months.”

She rose suddenly, her hand seeking her heart. ”They are coming,” she faltered. ”I hear wheels. And mamma is not here to introduce you.”

”Well,” he said, smiling down on her. ”Cannot you introduce me?”

”I--I cannot. I have never introduced anyone. I must seem very ignorant and _gauche_ to you.”

”You are delightful. And I am sure you are quite equal to anything. Am I to be introduced out here, or in the drawing-room after they have come downstairs?”

”Oh, I am not sure.”

”Then perhaps you will let me advise you. When they are all here, I will appear in the drawing-room; and if your mother is not down by that time, we will help each other out. They will all be talking and will hardly notice me. But I must run.”

The Geary phaeton drove up. It held Rose and her brother. After they had gone upstairs Magdalena went into the parlour to wait for them. The large room was very dim--the gasoline was misbehaving--and silent; she s.h.i.+vered with apprehension. There was no sign of her mother. But Trennahan's words and sympathy had given her courage, and she burned with ambition to acquit herself creditably in his eyes.

The guests arrived rapidly. In ten minutes they were all in the parlour, sixteen in number, the men in full dress, the women in organdies or foulards showing little of arm and neck. Mrs. Was.h.i.+ngton was in pink; Tiny in white and a seraphic expression; Rose wore black net and red slippers, a bunch of red geraniums at her belt, her eyes slanting at the men about her. With the exception of Ned Geary and Charley Rollins, a friend of Helena's, with both of whom she had perhaps exchanged three sentences in the course of her life, Magdalena knew none of the young men: they had been brought, at Mrs. Yorba's suggestion, by the other guests.

She could find nothing to say to them; she was watching the door. Would her mother never come? Her father was on the front verandah talking to Mr. Was.h.i.+ngton and her uncle.

Trennahan entered the room.