Part 15 (1/2)
”Oh!” Kitty was breathless with admiration. ”Oh, why, why, when you can dance like that, do you tell fortunes?”
”There's a reason,” Ydo quoted, with a little toss of her head toward Hayden. ”That is exactly the answer I made your cousin once before. And, oh, senor, apropos of that reason, I have a conference arranged for you to-morrow afternoon at four o'clock at my apartment. I almost forgot to tell you. I meant to have telephoned.”
Hayden's face flushed with pleasure. ”Really?” he cried. ”You really have the people together. Oh,” with a long sigh, ”it is good news. Suspense does wear on me, senorita.” He spoke half humorously, but with an underlying seriousness.
”It will soon be over,” encouraged Ydo. ”Then, until Tuesday night, ten days hence, _au revoir_, madame; and until to-morrow at four o'clock, _au revoir_, senor. Good luck for ever be on this house! In it I have forgotten temporarily my wanderl.u.s.t. Good-by.”
CHAPTER XII
With his heart high with hope, Hayden lost no time in taking his way to Ydo's apartment the next afternoon. It was Sunday, a day on which she received no clients, and the maid showed him into neither the consulting- nor reception-rooms, but in a small library beyond them which was evidently a part of her private suite.
In coloring the room suggested the soft wood tones that Ydo loved, greens and browns and russets harmoniously blended. The walls were lined with book-cases, crowded with books, a great and solacing company: Montaigne, Kipling, Emerson, Loti, Kant, Cervantes. These caught Hayden's eye as he took the chair Mademoiselle Mariposa indicated. There were roses, deep red roses in tall vases, and the breeze from the half-opened window blew their fragrance in delicious gusts about the room.
”'The rose-wind blowing from the South,'” quoted Hayden smilingly as he clasped the hand Ydo extended to him from the depths of her chair. Then, clapping his hand to his heart, he bowed exaggeratedly before her.
”Senorita, I throw my heart at your feet.”
”It did not touch the ground, senor. I caught and am holding it for a ransom,” she answered, with the same elaborate and formal courtesy.
He shrugged his shoulders disdainfully. ”It is not worthy a ransom, senorita. I beg you, if you will pardon my presumption in offering so beggarly a gift, to deign to keep it.”
”Senor, you overwhelm me. It is I who am unworthy to receive so priceless a token, and only upon one condition can I do so, and that condition is, that you will in return accept mine.”
They both laughed like children at play, and Hayden again threw himself in the easy chair and took one of the cigarettes Ydo pushed toward him.
”Well, gallant knight, who have found Eldorado,” she said, ”I have a disappointment in store for you. One of the rightful heirs has suddenly been called away on business and will not be in town for ten days or so, but he will communicate with me immediately upon his return and I shall wave my wand, in other words, take down the telephone receiver and summon you to a conference.”
”He!” Hayden felt a sharp sense of disappointment. Then, after all, Marcia was not the sole owner, even if she were one at all. He wondered impatiently why he clung so tenaciously to that idea. Her father had probably never bought the property, or if he had, it had, no doubt, pa.s.sed entirely out of her hands.
”Senorita,” he implored, ”do tell me who these owners are; how many of them are there--something, at least, about them. It is only fair to me, do you not think so? What possible reasons are there for secrecy and mystery?”
”He asks me, a professional fortune-teller, to discard secrecy and mystery!” cried the Mariposa. ”Who ever heard the like? No. I have my own reasons for conducting this affair in my own particular and peculiar way, and, as far as I can see, senor, there is nothing for you to do but acquiesce. But listen! 'Tis the professional voice of Mademoiselle Mariposa which you hear now. Do not fear. You may set your house in order and do your wooing with an easy mind. It is all over. Poor brother of the road, you have found Eldorado and won Cinderella. Ah, the cruel G.o.ds!”
She lifted her eyes to the ceiling.
”Won Cinderella!” He wondered sharply how much she knew, if anything, and decided she was probably speaking on the authority of recent rumor gleaned from Horace Penfield.
”You seem to imply that the G.o.ds are offering me nectar in a hemlock cup.”
She nodded several times, each nod becoming more emphatic.
”Ah, happy he who gains not The love some seem to gain.”
”Senorita,” he protested politely, ”your hyperbole is no doubt fraught with wisdom, but it is a wisdom beyond my dense understanding.”
”You've forgotten,” she replied. ”'Twas a lesson we learned 'when you were a tadpole and I was a fish,' It is a bit of wisdom that lies deep in our hearts; but we shrink from it and refuse to heed it, clinging blindly to our illusions.”
”You always moralize so unpleasantly.” He looked so desperate that she laughed her silver, ringing laughter that shook the rose-petals from their calyxes.
”Well, to change the subject, when you have Cinderella and Eldorado what are you going to do with them?”
”Enjoy life!”