Part 63 (1/2)
”I am sure I don't know. Come, it must be late. What a stupid party! How cross De Burgh looks! I am sure he has a horrid temper.”
In the hall Captain Darrell and De Burgh awaited them. The latter was too angry to speak. He handed Katherine into the carriage, and uttering a brief good-night, stepped back to make way for Captain Darrell, who expressed his pleasure at having met Mrs. Ormonde, and begged to be allowed to call next day.
On the whole, Katherine felt comforted by the a.s.surance of Errington's friendly feeling toward her. How cruel it was to be obliged thus to reject his kindly advances! But it was wiser. If she met him often, what would become of her determination to steel her heart against the extraordinary feeling he had awakened? Besides, it could only be the wonderful patient benevolence of his nature which made him take any notice of her. In his own mind contempt could be the only feeling she awakened. No; the less she saw of him, the better for her.
By the time De Burgh called to escort Katherine and Mrs. Ormonde (who had dined with her) to the theatre he had conquered the extreme, though unreasonable, annoyance which had seized him on finding Errington and Katherine in apparently confidential conversation. He exerted himself therefore to be an agreeable host with success.
A play was the amus.e.m.e.nt of all others which delighted Katherine and drew her out of herself. De Burgh was diverted and Mrs. Ormonde half ashamed of the profound interest, the entire attention, with which she listened to the dialogue and awaited the _denouement_.
”I should have thought you had seen too much good acting abroad to be so delighted with this,” said Mrs. Ormonde.
”But this is excellent, and the style is so new I have to thank you, Mr.
De Burgh, for a delightful evening.”
”The same to you,” he returned. ”Seeing you enjoy it so much woke me up to the merits of the thing.”
The supper was bright and lively. Three men besides himself, and a cousin, a pretty, chatty woman of the world, completed De Burgh's party.
There was plenty of laughing and chaffing. Katherine felt seized by a feverish desire to shake off dull care, to forget the past, to be as other women were. There was no reason why she should not. So she laughed and talked with unusual animation, and treated her host with kindly courtesy, that set his deep eyes aglow with hope and pleasure.
”It is a great advantage to be rich,” said Mrs. Ormonde, reflectively, as she leaned comfortably in the corner of the carriage which conveyed her and her sister-in-law home. She was always a little nettled when she found how completely Katherine had effaced herself from De Burgh's fickle mind. She had been highly pleased with the idea of having her husband's distinguished relative for a virtuous and despairing adorer, and his desertion had mortified her considerably.
”Yes, money is certainly a great help,” returned Katherine, scarce heeding what she said.
”It certainly has been to you, Katie. Don't think me disagreeable for suggesting it, but do you suppose De Burgh would show you all this devotion if you were to lose your money?”
”Oh no! He could not afford it. He told me he must marry a rich woman.”
”Did he, really? It is just like him. What audacity! I wonder you ever spoke to him again. Then you _are_ going in for rank, Katherine?”
”How can you tell? I don't know myself. Good-night. I shall tell you whenever I know my own mind.”
”She is as close as wax, with all her frankness,” thought Mrs. Ormonde as she went up to her room, after taking an affectionate leave of her sister-in-law.
The boys at school, Katherine found time hung somewhat heavily on her hands--a condition of things only too favorable to thought and visions of what ”might have been.” So, with the earnest hope of finding the exhilarations which might lead, through forgetfulness, to the happiness she so eagerly craved, Katherine accepted almost all the invitations which were soon showered upon her. At the houses of acquaintances she had made abroad she made numerous new ones, who were quite ready to _fete_, the handsome, sweet-voiced, pleasant-mannered heiress, who seemed to think so little about herself.
”Just the creature to be imposed upon, my dear!” as each mother whispered to the one next her, thinking, of course, of the other's son.
But her most satisfactory hours were those spent with Rachel, when they talked of the business, and often branched off to more abstract subjects. To the past they never alluded. Katherine was glad to see that the dead, hopeless expression of Rachel Trant's eyes had changed, yet not altogether for good. A certain degree of alertness had brightened them, but with it had come a hard, steady look, as though the spirit within had a special work to do, and was steeled and ”straitened till it be accomplished.”
”You are quite a clever accountant, Rachel,” said Katherine, one afternoon in early April, after they had gone through the books together. ”You have been established nearly five months, and you have paid expenses and a trifle over.”
”It is not bad. Then, you see, the warehouses will give me credit for the next orders, three months' credit, and my orders are increasing. I am sure it is of great importance to have materials for customers to choose from. Ladies like to be saved the trouble of shopping, and I can give a dress at a more moderate rate, if I provide everything, than they can buy it piecemeal. I hope to double the business this season, and pay you a good percentage. Even on credit I can venture to order a fair supply of goods.”
”Don't try credit yet, Rachel,” said Katherine, earnestly. ”I can give you a check now, and after this you can stand alone.”
”Are you quite sure you can do this without inconvenience?” asked Rachel. ”If you can, I will accept it. I begin to feel sure I shall be able to develop a good business and what will prove valuable property to you. It is an ambition that has quite filled my heart, and in devoting myself to it I have found the first relief from despair--a despair that possessed my soul whenever you were out of my sight. When I am not thinking of gowns and garnitures, I am adding up all the money you have sunk in this adventure, and planning how it may ultimately pay you six per cent. over and above expenses. It does not sound a very heroic style of grat.i.tude, but it is practical, and I believe feasible.”
”You are intensely real,” said Katherine, ”and I believe you will be successful.”
After discussing a few more points connected with the undertaking they parted, and before Katherine dressed for dinner she wrote and despatched the promised check.