CHAPTER IV.

  SOME REMARKS ABOUT CATS.

  The Nicaragua, April 27.

  I've been sitting for my portrait to Van Nostrand. It is an offering tothe shades of Prof. Darmstetter. I must preserve some attempted recordof my beauty for his sake; though the Bacillus couldn't have made, ifhe had lived, another woman as beautiful as I. It isn't conceivable.

  I believe I'm a little tired with that, and with rearranging Mrs.Whitney's flat, and a little worried, too, about bills, the money fromFather comes so slowly. Not that I need mind owing a trifle at theshops; half the women run accounts; but it's embarrassing not to haveready money. Why, I have to buy things to ward off gifts; Meg simplywon't see me go without.

  Perhaps I'm depressed too, because to-day has been a succession ofpetty squabbles, and I hate squabbling.

  This morning came Aunt Frank. I knew she had returned from Bermuda, soI wasn't surprised to see her dumpy figure appear in Mrs. Whitney'sparlour, followed by Uncle Timothy's broad back and towering head. Idid with zest the honours of the apartment. It was sweet revenge to seeMrs. Baker's nervous discomfort at meeting me, and to watch herstealing furtive glances at my beautiful home.

  "Well, Nelly, dear," she said, "you look very cosey, but we expectedthat, after your visit to Mrs. Van Dam, you would go to Marcia untilour return."

  "Oh, I couldn't think of troubling either of you," I said sweetly; "Ihave friends to whom it is a real pleasure to advise me."

  That shot told.

  "You don't know what anxiety you've caused, leaving us for--forstrangers, that way," she retorted, bridling; "but since you _would_go, I'm glad everything's turned out so--been having your portraitpainted? Why, it's a--it _is_ a Van Nostrand!"--She had spied thepainting.--"It's like you, rather; but--doesn't he charge a fortune?"

  Then she rattled on, about the rooms, about Bermuda lilies and donkeycarts, trying now and again to pry into my plans and urging me, not toowarmly, to return to her, until she had reached the limits of a call ofcourtesy. I think it was with real relief that she rose as she receivedmy final refusal. Uncle, who had sat silent in kind, or blind,perplexity, was unfeignedly glad to go.

  "Run in often, won't you?" she said, at parting. "I hear--but perhaps Ishouldn't speak of that. Is--is Lord Strathay like his pictures?"

  Fussy! She'd gladly wash her hands of me, yet thinks she has a duty.But I was glad, for once, to see her. It's not for nothing that I haverun society's gauntlet; I can aim confetti with the best of them;innocent-looking but they hurt.

  Scarcely had they gone when in rushed the General and my prim duenna,Mrs. Whitney; they'd been waiting until the coast was clear. It waswith something like a scream that the two flew at me, crying in onevoice:--

  "Have you _really_ refused to be one of Peggy's bridesmaids? Why didn'tyou consult _me_?"

  Peggy despairs of Mr. Poultney; she's going to marry some person inStandard Oil, and her wedding will be a function.

  "Yes," I said, ignoring the latter question.

  "But why--_why_--" Mrs. Whitney squeaked and panted, and her breathfailed.

  "Because--was it because Ann Fredericks was asked too?" Meg demanded.

  "Yes, if you must know."

  "But what has Ann done?" said Meg. She planted herself in front of me,her hard, handsome eyes blazing with impatience. "She's as homely asthe Sunset Cox statue and as uncivil to you as she dares; but she'sonly a cousin of _the_ Frederickses, you mustn't mind her. What has Anndone, Helen?"

  "She weighs two hundred and they call her 'Baby'! She's a fat slug on acurrant bush! I won't talk about her."

  I dashed into my room but Meg's staccato reached me even there.

  "Just like Helen! Imagine Mrs. Henry's state of mind."

  "And Ann's," said Mrs. Whitney.

  "Oh, Ann's in mortal terror. But how can Helen expect pasty girls likeAnn Fredericks--out last fall and already touching up--to forgive herbeauty? Trouble is, every girl who comes near Helen knows she makes herlook like a caricature."

  Meg paced the floor a minute, then slapped herself into a chair.

  "Oh, I've seen the women scowl at her," said Mrs. Whitney.

  "Scowl?" said Meg. "Why, I've seen a woman actually put out her footfor Helen to trip over. Old women are the worst, I do believe; some ofthe young ones admire her. What do you think old Mrs. Terry said--HughyBellmer's aunt--at the last of her frightful luncheon concerts, whereyou eat two hours in a jungle of palms and orchids, and groan to musictwo hours more in indigestion. 'A lovely girl, my dear Mrs. Van Dam,'she said; 'a privilege to know her. Pity that so many of our bestpeople fight shy of a protegee of the newspapers.' _That_ from Mrs.Terry, with her hair and her hats--"

  "And her divorce record," added Mrs. Whitney.

  "She fears for her nephew; as if Helen would look at him! But thenewspapers _have_ hurt Helen. I wish she'd announce her engagement; shehas the cards in her hands, but she's got to play 'em; and poorStrathay's so devoted!--Why didn't you shade the lights Tuesday at yourdinner? In that glare we were all worse frights beside her than usual."

  "I hate murky rooms!" I cried, breaking out upon them, for I couldn'tstand it any longer. "It's your 'rose of yesterday' who insists ontwilight and shaded candles. I enjoy electricity!"

  Meg gazed at me in despair.

  "Helen, are you really bent on making enemies?" she asked. "What _did_Ann Fredericks do?"

  I couldn't have answered; it would have been no answer to say that sheangers me with a supercilious stare; but the trouble of replying wasspared me, for Mrs. Henry appeared that minute in the doorway, greetingme in her nervous puffy voice:--

  "How _well_ you look!" she said. "_Such_ a treat to get a peep at you!Peggy really must try your dressmaker--but she's _so_ disappointed! You_must_ let me beg of you--_just_ like an own daughter and Peggycouldn't think more of a sister! You _will_ reconsider--"

  Something in the way she thrust forward her head reminded me of how hertiara slipped and hitched about, on the night of her dance, and how Nedand I giggled when it had to be repinned.

  "I'm afraid Peggy should have consulted me earlier," I said with aspite born of the recollection.

  It would have been more than mortal not to take offense at that. Mrs.Henry's face grew red, and after a few perfunctory words she and Megleft, and Mrs. Whitney went out with them.

  As Mrs. Henry backed into the hall, she almost collided with Kitty, whohad just come up.

  "Talking wedding?" that tease asked, following me back into the parlourand pirouetting before a mirror. "Chastening experience for once in away to see mysel' as ithers see me. Big wedding, won't it be? Floristtold Cadge he was forcing a churchful of peach and apple blossoms.You're a bridesmaid, ain't you? That _was_ Mrs. Henry? Know I've seenher here. Looks apoplectic; and there's too much musk in her violet."

  "That was Mrs. Henry, but I'm not on Peggy's list. How are thebeastesses' noses and toeses?"

  "Ambulance rung for." Kitty darted to another looking glass. "Regularhall of mirrors, ain't it? Helen, why are photo-engravers--but say,I've seen a list of bridesmaids; Ann Fredericks was one, cousin of_the_ Frederickses; great for Helen, we all said--Pros. and Cadge and--"

  "Has the list been printed?"

  Kitty looked puzzled.

  "What are you cross about?" she said finally. "I don't wonder you gettired of such doings, tugging a ton of bouquet down a church aisle,organ grinding Lohengrin. If ever I marry, I sha'n't ask you to standup with me; I propose to be the central figure at my own wedding; Cadgecan do as she chooses."

  "Why, Kitty! Cadge and--why, Pros., of course."

  "In June. Came to tell you."

  For a moment Kitty's eyes danced, then the mist followed the sunlight,and the poor little creature buried her head in my lap, sobbing.

  "Oh, what'll I do," she cried, "when Cadge takes away my brother and mybrother takes away Cadge, and you--they say you're going off with thatEnglisher to be a Countess--not that I ever see anything of you now."

  "O
h, hush, child; don't you know you're talking nonsense?"

  Kitty took me at my word.

  "Earl's lady is a Countess, ain't she?" she asked, her voice stillshaky. Then she sat suddenly upright and put back her red curls fromher brow, winking vigourously. "Oh, if you do live in a castle, put inbathtubs and gas; and if you go to court, please, Princess, hide akodak under your bouquet for me and--"

  Crying and laughing by turns and tossing back her flaming locks, shestarted for the door.

  "Helen," she said, turning as she reached it, "I have such badsymptoms! Am I really the only girl that's jealous of you?"

  "The only one that isn't jealous, you--you dear!" I exclaimed; and Ibelieve it's almost true!

  Kitty paused in the hall, playing with the roses in a bowl upon thetable.

  "We hear something of how the dowagers adore you. But let 'em wag theirdouble chins; you'll scat the old cats from their cushions!" she said.

  At the impetuous outflinging of her hands, the floor was strewn withpink petals.

  "Cats?" repeated Mrs. Whitney, who just then made her appearance, "arethey a hobby with Miss Reid?"

  "I'd drown 'em," cried Kitty, vanishing, "nine times!"

  Oh, I'm weary of these bickerings; so womanish! Every creature whoserival I could possibly become is my enemy. I don't blame them. Whatchance have they while I am present? Women who agree about nothing elsemake common cause against one who surpasses them. They are like prairiewolves that run in packs to pull down the buffalo, and I shall pitythem as I would pity wolves. They shall find that I have a long memory.

  I have decided. I shall marry Strathay.

  February--March--April--three long, long months, and still Ned doesn'tcome, does not write. Yes, it's time to act; thank God, I've still somepride!

  While Darmstetter lived, I couldn't have left New York; but now, nowthat I am safe, why should I stay here, flatting with a shrew,provoking the Van Dams, to whom I owe some gratitude, wasting my lifefor a man who--who said he didn't love me?

  Milly's at home again; let Ned return to her, if he chooses. I shallmarry Strathay. Meg shall be friend to a Countess. Then I shall bequits with her and with Mrs. Henry and with Peggy. And the "bestpeople" will no more fight shy of me--though they don't now; they don'tneed to. Except Mrs. Schuyler, who has snubbed me just enough to leaveherself right, whatever happens, few of them have ever met me.

  I owe no thanks to Mrs. Whitney, with her prunes and her prisms and herpenny-pinchings. I must secure my future.

  And there's only one way--Strathay. I've been foolish to hesitate. Hetried to speak yesterday, after the flower tea--for that's the extentof my social shining now; I am good to draw a crowd at a bazaar!--and Ishould have let him; I meant to do so.

  But I can't blame myself for being sentimental, weak, and for puttinghim off; I was tired out. What an ordeal I'd undergone! What blacklooks from the women! They'd rather have starved their summer church inthe Adirondacks than nursed it with my help!

  But he must have understood; I think he saw everything that happened.The girls at my stall were sulky because no one bought of them, while Iwas surrounded; and one, in lifting a handful of roses, drew themtowards her with a spiteful jerk that left a long thorn-scratch acrossmy hand.

  I pretended not to notice. Then in a minute I cried:--

  "Why, see; how could that have happened?"

  And I laid my perfect hand beside hers, ugly with outstanding veins,that she might note the accident--and the difference. People giggled,and she snatched her hand away, blushing furiously.

  I was in high spirits, with a crowd about me. I knew how tall andgraceful I looked behind my flowers; and to tease Mrs. Terry, I pinnedBellmer's boutonniere with unnecessary graciousness, and smiled at herwhile he sniffed it with beatitude beaming from his moony face.

  "Awf'ly slow things, teas," he said regretfully, as she bore him off';"awf'ly slow, don't you think?" Really the man's little better than adownright fool; if he were poor, no one would waste a better word uponhim.

  As he went, I caught sight of a slight figure, a pair of jealous,worshipping eyes. Poor Strathay had seen the incident; had perhapsthought--

  I took pains to be cordial to him, when he had made his way withPoultney to my side; and to Mr. Poultney, too; though I don't like himmuch better than Cadge does, with his cold eyes and his thin smile,that seems to say: "Hope you find my schoolboy entertaining."

  An Earl is always entertaining!

  Yet I ran away from him. I left the tea early. I wanted to think. Allthe way home in the carriage I marshalled arguments in his favour. Isaw myself at court, throned in my brilliant circle, flattered byprinces, consulted by statesmen, the ornament of a society I am fittedto adorn. I saw a world of jealous women at my feet and Ned convincedthat I had been playing with him. I even rehearsed the scene we shouldenact when Strathay should speak; I foresaw the flush upon his face,the sparkle of his eyes when I should tell him that I would try to lovehim.

  He must have slipped his cousin's leash, for he was at the Nicaraguaalmost as soon as I was. But there at home, with the boy's eyes fixedon mine, with the tremour of his voice telling me how much he cared, Icouldn't listen.

  I made talk with him, for him. I gave him no chance to speak,determined as I was that he should speak. I was conscious of but onedesire--to put off the avowal.

  At last he said: "Sometimes I fancy you're not happy."

  His voice was tense. He was leaning forward in his eagerness; he lookedso zealous to be my champion--so honest!

  I tried to smile. I really liked him.

  Happy! Out of memory there came to me a picture: I was creeping toEthel's bed at night, whispering to her that I was the happiest girl inthe world; she kissed me sleepily, and said she was happy too, and thenI groped my way back to bed, and lay there in the dark, smiling. Thatwas years ago. Three months? Years, long, long years ago!

  Now it flashed across me that Lord Strathay loved me as I had lovedNed. That gave me a measure of the gift he was to offer. I felt Ned'skisses on my hands, bidding me be honest.--I felt other kisses, too; Isaw--good God, how long must I see?--a gray old face--the face ofDarmstetter! Happy! I closed my eyes to shut out the vision. Ishuddered.

  "You--really, I'm afraid you're very tired," he said, after waiting alittle.

  "Yes; tired," I gasped; "that's all."

  But I knew I must marry him. I controlled myself. I smiled; I waited. Iwished him to go on, but he was peering into my straining eyes withanxious sympathy.

  "I'm afraid you're too tired to talk with me to-day," he said;"but--you will let me come again?"

  "Yes."

  Such a relief! Though what was to be gained by waiting? What must bemust be.

  Indeed an older man might have seen the wisdom of speaking at once. ButStrathay looked wistfully at me for a moment, then turned away with abig, honest schoolboy sigh; and something like a sob broke his voice ashe whispered:--

  "I--I would do anything to serve you."

  Then he went away.

  Perverse! I _will_ marry him. Other women take husbands so. I like him;I should like him even if he were not an Earl--and his name a career.

  I shall make Strathay as fine a Countess as any cold, blonde Englishgirl, and he'll be proud of me, and every man will envy him. I shallwrong him less than I should have wronged John Burke. I should havehated John if I had married him, for he'd expect love, where Strathaywill be content to give it. Why, the one honest thing I've done was tobreak with John.

  I wish I could afford to keep on being honest!