Part 52 (1/2)
Then Jack De Baron came up to her, talking to her father. The Dean liked the young man, who had always something to say for himself, whose manners were lively, and who, to tell the truth, was more than ordinarily civil to Lady George's father. Whether Jack would have put himself out of the way to describe the Kappa-kappa to any other dignitary of the Church may be doubted, but he had explained it all very graciously to the Dean. ”So it seems that, after all, you are to dance with Captain De Baron,” said the Dean.
”Yes; isn't it hard upon me? I was to have stood up with a real French Count, who has real diamond b.u.t.tons, and now I am to be put off with a mere British Captain, because my white frock is supposed to suit his red coat!”
”And who has the Count?”
”That odiously fortunate Lady Florence;--and she has diamonds of her own! I think they should have divided the diamonds. Madame Gigi has the Lord. Between ourselves, papa,”--and as she said this she whispered, and both her father and Jack bent over to hear her--”we are rather afraid of our Lord; ain't we, Captain De Baron? There has been ever so much to manage, as we none of us quite wanted the Lord. Madame Gigi talks very little English, so we were able to put him off upon her.”
”And does the Lord talk French?”
”That doesn't signify as Giblet never talks at all,” said Jack.
”Why did you have him?”
”To tell you the truth, among us all there is rather a hope that he will propose to Miss Patmore Green. Dear Mrs. Montacute Jones is very clever at these things, and saw at a glance that nothing would be so likely to make him do it as seeing Madeline Green dancing with Tripletoe. No fellow ever did dance so well as Tripletoe, or looked half so languis.h.i.+ng. You see, Dean, there are a good many in's and out's in these matters, and they have to be approached carefully.” The Dean was amused, and his daughter would have been happy, but for the double care which sat heavy at her heart. Then Jack suggested to her that she might as well stand up for a square dance. All the other Kappa-kappaites had danced or were dancing. The one thing on which she was firmly determined was that she would not be afraid of Captain De Baron. Whatever she did now she did immediately under her father's eye.
She made no reply, but got up and put her hand on the Captain's arm without spoken a.s.sent, as a woman will do when she is intimate with a man.
”Upon my word, for a very young creature I never saw such impudence as that woman's,” said a certain Miss Punter to Augusta Mildmay. Miss Punter was a great friend of Augusta Mildmay, and was watching her friend's broken heart with intense interest.
”It is disgusting,” said Augusta.
”She doesn't seem to mind the least who sees it. She must mean to leave Lord George altogether, or she would never go on like that. De Baron wouldn't be such a fool as to go off with her?”
”Men are fools enough for anything,” said the broken-hearted one. While this was going on Mary danced her square dance complaisantly; and her proud father, looking on, thought that she was by far the prettiest woman in the room.
Before the quadrille was over a gong was struck, and the music stopped suddenly. It was twelve o'clock, and the Kappa-kappa was to be danced.
It is hard in most amus.e.m.e.nts to compel men and women into disagreeable punctuality; but the stopping of music will bring a dance to a sudden end. There were some who grumbled, and one or two declared that they would not even stay to look at the Kappa-kappa. But Mrs. Montacute Jones was a great autocrat; and in five minutes' time the four couples were arranged, with ample s.p.a.ce, in spite of the pressing crowd.
It must be acknowledged that Jack De Baron had given no correct idea of the dance when he said that it was like a minuet; but it must be remembered also that Lady George had not been a party to that deceit.
The figure was certainly a lively figure. There was much waltzing to quick time, the glory of which seemed to consist in going backwards, and in the interweaving of the couples without striking each other, as is done in skating. They were all very perfect, except poor Lord Giblet, who once or twice nearly fell into trouble. During the performance they all changed partners more than once, but each lady came back to her own after very short intervals. All those who were not envious declared it to be very pretty and prophesied great future success for the Kappa-kappa. Those who were very wise and very discreet hinted that it might become a romp when danced without all the preparation which had been given to it on the present occasion. It certainly became faster as it progressed, and it was evident that considerable skill and considerable physical power were necessary for its completion. ”It would be a deal too stagey for my girls,” said Mrs.
Conway Smith, whose ”girls” had, during the last ten years, gone through every phase of flirtation invented in these latter times.
Perhaps it did savour a little too much of ballet practice; perhaps it was true that with less care there might have been inconveniences.
Faster it grew and faster; but still they had all done it before, and done it with absolute accuracy. It was now near the end. Each lady had waltzed a turn with each gentleman. Lady George had been pa.s.sed on from the Count to Sir Harry, and from Sir Harry to Lord Giblet. After her turn it was his lords.h.i.+p's duty to deliver her up to her partner, with whom she would make a final turn round the dancing s.p.a.ce; and then the Kappa-kappa would have been danced. But alas! as Lord Giblet was doing this he lost his head and came against the Count and Madame Gigi. Lady George was almost thrown to the ground, but was caught by the Captain, who had just parted with Lady Florence to Sir Harry. But poor Mary had been almost on the floor, and could hardly have been saved without something approaching to the violence of an embrace.
Lord George had come into the room very shortly after the Kappa-kappa had been commenced, but had not at once been able to get near the dancers. Gradually he worked his way through the throng, and when he first saw the performers could not tell who was his wife's partner. She was then waltzing backwards with Count Costi; and he, though he hated waltzing, and considered the sin to be greatly aggravated by the backward movement, and though he hated Counts, was still somewhat pacified. He had heard since he was in the room how the partners were arranged, and had thought that his wife had deceived him. The first glance was rea.s.suring. But Mary soon returned to her real partner; and he slowly ascertained that she was in very truth waltzing with Captain De Baron. He stood there, a little behind the first row of spectators, never for a moment seen by his wife, but able himself to see everything, with a brow becoming every moment blacker and blacker. To him the exhibition was in every respect objectionable. The brightness of the apparel of the dancers was in itself offensive to him. The approach that had been made to the garishness of a theatrical performance made the whole thing, in his eyes, unfit for modest society. But that his wife should be one of the performers, that she should be gazed at by a crowd as she tripped about, and that, after all that had been said, she should be tripping in the arms of Captain De Baron, was almost more than he could endure. Close to him, but a little behind, stood the Dean, thoroughly enjoying all that he saw. It was to him a delight that there should be such a dance to be seen in a lady's drawing-room, and that he should be there to see it. It was to him an additional delight that his daughter should have been selected as one of the dancers. These people were all persons of rank and fas.h.i.+on, and his girl was among them quite as their equal,--his girl, who some day should be Marchioness of Brotherton. And it gratified him thoroughly to think that she enjoyed it,--that she did it well,--that she could dance so that standers-by took pleasure in seeing her dancing. His mind in the matter was altogether antagonistic to that of his son-in-law.
Then came the little accident. The Dean, with a momentary impulse, put up his hand, and then smiled well pleased when he saw how well the matter had been rectified by the Captain's activity. But it was not so with Lord George. He pressed forward into the circle with so determined a movement that nothing could arrest him till he had his wife by the arm. Everybody, of course, was staring at him. The dancers were astounded. Mary apparently thought less of it than the others, for she spoke to him with a smile. ”It is all right, George; I was not in the least hurt.”
”It is disgraceful!” said he, in a loud voice; ”come away.”
”Oh, yes,” she said; ”I think we had finished. It was n.o.body's fault.”
”Come away; I will have no more of this.”
”Is there anything wrong?” asked the Dean, with an air of innocent surprise.
The offended husband was almost beside himself with pa.s.sion. Though he knew that he was surrounded by those who would mock him he could not restrain himself. Though he was conscious at the moment that it was his special duty to s.h.i.+eld his wife, he could not restrain his feelings.
The outrage was too much for him. ”There is very much the matter,” he said, aloud; ”let her come away with me.” Then he took her under his arm, and attempted to lead her away to the door.