Part 14 (2/2)

”A little starch would make it set out better. It's as limp as a towel on the line.”

”I'll be sworn it was washed at home.”

”Where it was made.”

”I call it a rag, not a gown.”

”Do let us move,” whispered Alfred.

”I am very comfortable here,” whispered Mrs. Dodd. ”How can these things annoy my ears while I have eyes? Look at her: she is the best-dressed lady in the room; her muslin is Indian, and of a quality unknown to these provincial shopkeepers; a rajah gave it us: her pearls were my mother's, and have been in every court in Europe; and she herself is beautiful, would be beautiful dressed like the dowdies who are criticising her: and I think, sir, she dances as well as any lady can enc.u.mbered with an Atom that does not know the figure.” All this with the utmost placidity.

Then, as if to extinguish all doubt, Julia flung them a heavenly smile; she had been furtively watching them all the time, and she saw they were talking about her.

The other Oxonian squeezed up to Hardie. ”Do you know the beauty? She smiled your way.

”Ah!” said Hardie, deliberately, ”you mean that young lady with the court pearls, in that exquisite Indian muslin, which floats so gracefully, while the other muslin girls are all crimp and stiff; like little pigs clad in crackling.”

”Ha! ha! ha! Yes. Introduce me.”

”I could not take such a liberty with the queen of the ball.”

Mrs. Dodd smiled, but felt nervous and ill at ease. She thought to herself, ”Now here is a generous, impetuous thing.” As for the hostile party, staggered at first by the masculine insolence of young Hardy, it soon recovered, and, true to its s.e.x, attacked him obliquely, through his white ladye.

”Who _is_ the beauty of the ball?” asked one, haughtily.

”I don't know, but not that mawkish thing in limp muslin.”

”I should say Miss Hetherington is the belle,” suggested a third.

”Which is Miss Hetherington?” asked the Oxonian coolly of Alfred.

”Oh, she won't do for us. It is that little chalk-faced girl, dressed in pink with red roses; the pink of vulgarity and bad taste.”

At this both Oxonians laughed arrogantly, and Mrs. Dodd withdrew her hand from the speaker's arm and glided away behind the throng. Julia looked at him with marked anxiety. He returned her look, and was sore puzzled what it meant, till he found Mrs. Dodd had withdrawn softly from him; then he stood confused, regretting too late he had not obeyed her positive request, and tried to imitate her dignified forbearance.

The quadrille ended. He instantly stepped forward, and bowing politely to the cornet, said authoritatively, ”Mrs. Dodd sends me to conduct you to her. With your permission, sir.” His arm was offered and taken before the little warrior knew where he was.

He had her on his arm, soft, light, and fragrant as zephyr, and her cool breath wooing his neck; oh, the thrill of that moment! but her first word was to ask him, with considerable anxiety, ”Why did mamma leave you?”

”Miss Dodd, I am the most unhappy of men.”

”No doubt! no doubt!” said she, a little crossly. She added with one of her gushes of naivete, ”and I shall be unhappy too if you go and displease mamma.”

”What could I do? A gang of sn.o.bbesses were detracting from--somebody.

To speak plainly, they were running down the loveliest of her s.e.x. Your mamma told me to keep quiet. And so I did till I got a fair chance, and then I gave it them in their teeth.” He ground his own, and added, ”I think I was very good not to kick them.”

Julia coloured with pleasure, and proceeded to turn it off. ”Oh! most forbearing and considerate,” said she. ”Ah! by the way, I think I did hear some ladies express a misgiving as to the pecuniary value of my costume; ha! ha! Oh--you--foolis.h.!.+--Fancy noticing that! Why it is in little sneers that the approval of the ladies shows itself at a ball, and it is a much sincerer compliment than the gentlemen's bombastical praises: 'the fairest of her s.e.x,' and so on; that none but the 'silliest of her s.e.x' believe.”

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