Part 46 (1/2)
Keith made his way around the room toward Mrs. Wentworth. There was something about the young lady in black which reminded him of a girl he had once seen standing straight and defiant, yet very charming, in a woodland path under arching pine-boughs. Just then, however, a waltz struck up and Mrs. Wentworth began to dance, so Keith stood leaning against the wall. Presently a member of a group of young men near Keith said:
”The Lancaster looks well to-night.”
”She does. The old man's at home, Ferdy's on deck.”
”Ferdy be dashed! Besides, where is Mrs. Went--?”
”Don't lay any money on that.”
”She's all right. Try to say anything to her and you'll find out.”
The others laughed; and one of them asked:
”Been trying yourself, Stirling?”
”No. I know better, Minturn.”
”Why doesn't she shake Ferdy then?” demanded the other. ”He's always hanging around when he isn't around the other.”
”Oh, they have been friends all their lives. She is not going to give up a friend, especially when others are getting down on him. Can't you allow anything to friends.h.i.+p?”
”Ferdy's friends.h.i.+p is pretty expensive,” said his friend, sententiously.
Keith took a glance at the speakers to see if he could by following their gaze place Mrs. Lancaster. The one who defended the lady was a jolly-looking man with a merry eye and a humorous mouth. The other two were as much alike as their neckties, their collars, their s.h.i.+rt-fronts, their dress-suits, or their shoes, in which none but a tailor could have discovered the least point of difference. Their cheeks were smooth, their chins were round, their hair as perfectly parted and brushed as a barber's. Keith had an impression that he had seen them just before on the other side of the room, talking to the lady in black; but as he looked across, he saw the other young men still there, and there were yet others elsewhere. At the first glance they nearly all looked alike.
Just then he became conscious that a couple had stopped close beside him. He glanced at them; the lady was the same to whom he had seen Mrs.
Wentworth speaking at the other end of the room. Her face was turned away, and all he saw was an almost perfect figure with shoulders that looked dazzling in contrast with her s.h.i.+mmering black gown. A single red rose was stuck in her hair. He was waiting to get a look at her face, when she turned toward him.
[Ill.u.s.tration: ”Why, Mr. Keith!” she exclaimed.]
”Why, Mr. Keith!” she exclaimed, her blue eyes open wide with surprise.
She held out her hand. ”I don't believe you know me?”
”Then you must shut your eyes,” said Keith, smiling his pleasure.
”I don't believe I should have known you? Yes, I should; I should have known you anywhere.”
”Perhaps, I have not changed so much,” smiled Keith.
She gave him just the ghost of a glance out of her blue eyes.
”I don't know. Have you been carrying any sacks of salt lately?” She a.s.sumed a lighter air.
”No; but heavier burdens still.”
”Are you married?”
Keith laughed.
”No; not so heavy as that--yet.”