Part 12 (1/2)
”Didn't you want to come?” he asked, stopping short. There was something overbearing in his voice and his straight, unwavering gaze.
She didn't know how to take it, how to meet it. Voice and manner required some proper response which seemed to be beyond her experience.
She did not answer; but a slight pressure of her bare arm set him in motion again.
The phenomenon interested her; to see what control over this abrupt young man she really had she ventured a very slight retrograde arm-pressure, then a delicate touch to right, to left, and forward once more. It was most interesting; he backed up, guided right and left, and started forward or halted under perfect control. What had she been afraid of in him? She ventured to glance around, and, encountering a warmly personal interest in his gaze, instantly a.s.sumed that cold, blank, virginal mask which the majority of young girls discard at her age.
However, her long-checked growth in the arts of womanhood had already recommenced. She had been growing fast, feverishly, and was just now pa.s.sing that period where the desire for masculine admiration innocently rules all else, but where the discovery of it chills and constrains.
She pa.s.sed it at that moment. The next time their glances met she smiled a little. A new epoch in her life had begun.
”Where are you taking me?” she asked. ”Are we not going to dance?”
”I thought we might sit out a dance or two in the conservatory--one or two----”
”One,” she said decidedly. ”Here are some palms. Why not sit here?”
There were a number of people about; she saw them, too, noted his hesitation, understood it.
”We'll sit here,” she said, and stood smilingly regarding him while he lugged up two chairs to the most retired corner.
Slowly waving her fan, she seated herself and surveyed the room.
It is quite true that reunion after many years usually ends in constraint and indifference. If she felt slightly bored, she certainly looked it. Neither of them resembled the childish recollections or preconceived notions of the other. They found themselves inspecting one another askance, as though furtively attempting to surprise some familiar feature, some resemblance to a cherished memory.
But the changes were too radical; their eyes, looking for old comrades, encountered the unremembered eyes of strangers--for they were strangers--this tall young man, with his gray eyes, pleasantly fas.h.i.+oned mouth, and cleanly moulded cheeks; and this long-limbed girl, who sat, knees crossed, one long, slim foot nervously swinging above its shadow on the floor.
In spite of his youth there was in his manner, if not in his voice, something tinged with fatigue. She thought of what Kathleen had said about him; looked up, instinctively questioning him with curious, uncomprehending eyes; then her gaze wandered, became lost in smiling retrospection as she thought of Dysart, peevish; and she frankly regretted him and his dance.
Young Mallett stirred, pa.s.sed a rather bony hand over his shaven upper lip, and said abruptly: ”I never expected you'd grow up like this.
You've turned into a different kind of girl. Once you were chubby of cheek and limb. Do you remember how you used to fight?”
”Did I?”
”Certainly. You hit me twice in the eye because I lost my temper sparring with Scott. Your hands were small but heavy in those days.... I imagine they're heavier now.”
She laughed, clasped both pretty hands over her knee, and tilted back against the palm, regarding him from dark, velvety eyes.
”You were a curiously fascinating child,” he said. ”I remember how fast you could run, and how your hair flew--it was thick and dark, with rather sunny high lights; and you were always running--always on the go.... You were a remarkably just girl; that I remember. You were absolutely fair to everybody.”
”I was a very horrid little scrub,” she said, watching him over her gently waving fan, ”with a dreadful temper,” she added.
”Have you it now?”
”Yes. I get over it quickly. Do you find Scott very much changed?”
”Well, not as much as you. Do you find Nada changed?”
”Not nearly as much as you.”