Part 45 (1/2)

She made no reply, but through her mind pa.s.sed the thought that he could not know, then, their real destination. He had been speaking in a low voice; mademoiselle had not heard. But he could not carry on a conversation long with a person who would not answer. ”I will go to the last car, and see if I can find those seats,” he said, speaking to mademoiselle, and smiling as he spoke. She thought him charming.

As soon as he turned away, Anne said: ”Please do not tell him that ours are excursion tickets, mademoiselle. Let him think that our destination is really Valley City.”

”Certainly, if you wish it,” replied Jeanne-Armande, who had a sympathy with all mysteries; this little speech of Anne's gave a new spice to the day. ”He is one of the circle round your grandaunt, probably?”

”Yes; I met him at Caryl's.”

”A most distinguished personage; entirely as it should be. And did I not overhear the name of the charming Mrs. Lorrington also?”

”He is a friend of Helen's. I think, I am not sure, but still I think that they are engaged,” said Anne, bravely.

”And most appropriate. I do not know when I have been more comforted than by the culture and manner of that elegant friend of yours who sought you out at my little residence; I hope it may be my fortunate privilege to entertain her there again. From these two examples, I am naturally led to think that the circle round your grandaunt is one adjusted to that amiable poise so agreeable to the feelings of a lady.”

Anne made no reply; the circle round her grandaunt seemed to her a world of dark and menacing terrors, from which she was fleeing with all the speed she could summon. But, one of these terrors had followed her.

Presently Heathcote returned. He had found two vacant seats, and the car was much better ventilated than this one; there was no dust, and no one was eating either pea-nuts or apples; the floor was clean; the covering of the seats seemed to have been recently renewed. Upon hearing the enumeration of all these advantages, mademoiselle arose immediately, and ”monsieur” was extremely attentive in the matter of carrying shawls, packages, and baskets. But when they reached the car, they found that the two seats were not together; one was at the end, the other separated from it by the aisle and four intervening places.

”I hoped that you would be kind enough to give me the pleasure of being with you by turns,” said Heathcote, gallantly, to mademoiselle, ”since it was impossible to find seats together.” As he spoke, he placed Jeanne-Armande in one of the seats, and Anne in the other; and then gravely, but with just the scintillation of a smile in his brown eyes, he took his own place, not beside Anne, but beside the delighted Frenchwoman, who could scarcely believe her good fortune to be real until she found him actually a.s.sisting her in the disposal of basket, shawl, bag, India-rubber shoes, and precious although baggy umbrella.

CHAPTER XX.

”_Philip._ Madam, a day may sink or save a realm.

_Mary._ A day may save a heart from breaking, too.”--TENNYSON.

Mr. Heathcote retained his place beside mademoiselle through a whole long hour. She had time to get over her fear that he would go away soon, time to adjust her powers, time to enlarge, and to do justice to herself and several subjects adapted elegantly and with easy grace to the occasion. In her hard-working life she had seldom enjoyed a greater pleasure. For Jeanne-Armande had good blood in her veins; the ends of her poor old fingers were finely moulded, and there had been a t.i.tle in the family long ago in Berri. And when at last monsieur did go, it was not hastily. The proper preliminaries were spoken, the first little movement made, and then, later, the slow rising, as if with reluctance, to the feet. Jeanne-Armande was satisfied, and smiled with honeyed graciousness, as, after another moment's delay, he bowed and went back to the place behind, where Anne was sitting.

In truth, Heathcote had not been unwilling to take the hour himself; it was not necessary to talk--Jeanne-Armande would talk for two. The sight of Anne had been unexpected; he had not decided what he should say to her even at Valley City, much less here. After an hour's thought, he took his place beside her. And remarked upon--the beauty of the day.

Dexter would have said something faultless, and all the more so if he had wished to disguise his thoughts. But all Heathcote said was, ”What a lovely day!”

”Yes,” replied Anne. In her mind surged to and fro one constant repet.i.tion: ”Ah, my dear child, do you not see that I can not help loving you? and that you--love me also?” ”Do you not see that I can not help loving you? and that you--love me also?”

”They improve things, after all,” said Heathcote. ”The last time I went over this road the train-boy was a poor little cripple, and therefore one couldn't quite throw his books on the floor.” This was in allusion to the progress of a brisk youth through the car for the purpose of depositing upon the patient knees of each pa.s.senger a paper-covered novel, a magazine or two, and a song-book.

--”And that you--love me also,” ran Anne's thoughts, as she looked out on the gliding fields.

There was a silence. Then Heathcote moved nearer.

”Anne,” he said, in a low tone, ”I was very much disturbed when I found that you had gone. From the little I was able to learn, I fear you were harshly treated by that hard old woman who calls herself your aunt.”

”Not according to her view of it,” said Anne, her face still turned to the window.

”I wish you would look at me, instead of at those stupid fields,” said Heathcote, after a moment, in an aggrieved tone. ”Here I have escaped from Caryl's under false pretenses, told dozens of lies, spent a broiling morning at a hole of a place called Lancaster, melted myself in the hot city, and bought tickets for all across the continent, just for the chance of seeing you a moment, and you will not even look at me.”

But she had turned now. ”Did you go out to the half-house?” she said, with a little movement of surprise.

”Yes,” he answered, immediately meeting her eyes, and holding them with his own. (They had not precisely the kind of expression which is appropriate to the man who has decided to perform the part of ”merely a kind friend.” But then Heathcote always looked more than he said.)

”I am very sorry,” she murmured--”I mean, sorry that you have followed me.”