Lady Fairfax stepped out on to the terrace, seeking a minute's respite4 from her duties. The silver arc was just hovering5 above the trees, and Colonel Sampson, who had gone below for a lace scarf, emerged from the house in time to see his hostess gravely curtseying three times to the heavenly visitor. The rite6 performed, my lady received the shawl, and for a space the old friends walked along the terrace in silence. Through the open windows sounded low voices and laughter. The ball-room was thronged7, and the two without could hear, close to the casement8, the swish of brocaded robes on the shining oaken floor. From the raised gallery came the slow air of a minuet, the fiddlers' strains blending with the tones of the flute9 and the sweet tinkle10 of a harp11.
The loiterers on the terrace had not taken many turns before Sir John Fairfax joined them.
'I may but stay a moment,' he said. 'The house should not be left thus.'
'The house is very well, dear lad,' said his wife serenely13. 'My guests are never dull, for the reason that dull folk are never my guests. Are you playing cards below?'
'From what I see, no one has thought of anything save either dancing or watching the dance. But, my dear, I have news that will cause you some dismay.'
Lady Fairfax stopped in her walk. 'The Queen? I knew it!' she said grimly, as her husband nodded. 'Am I wanted this very hour?'
'To-morrow, to accompany Her Majesty15 to Tunbridge.'
Lady Fairfax walked on a pace or two, then stopped and looked upwards16. 'Did I not curtsey humbly17 enough, fair maiden18? Why such an ill reward?' She resumed her walk. 'La, la! 'tis an uncertain world. But I am mightily19 grateful to the powders for lasting20 so long as they did. I have been dreading21 this summons for a week past. Her Majesty has been looking vastly yellow again. But what am I to do with Marion?'
'Leave her with me?'
'Yes, Grandam, but what will you do with her?'
'Give her a few days' rest. She has had over much turmoil22 and excitement of late. She shall hem12 sheets and talk to Simone. I will see she takes the air. But I trust you may not be long away. My Lord Churchill is urging an expedition.'
'Secret, no doubt?'
'Ay, dear love—secret.'
'Should you be gone, I will take your place, Jack23,' said Sampson. 'And I have not yet seen the little Simone, but from what I hear she is an excellent companion. Marion will not be lonesome.'
'I must go and see Martin a moment,' said Lady Fairfax, turning indoors. 'Pray excuse me, Colonel.'
The two men continued their walk.
'I wish the old Salt Eagle had been here to-night,' said Sampson, as his host paused outside one of the windows.
'But she was frightened out of her wits at first,' smiled the other. 'Her face was as white as yonder white roses in the bowl, when she stepped out for her first dance. Did you note it?'
'She is not nervous now. Look yonder!'
The two stood in the darkness without, watching. In the light of hundreds of candles beautiful women and richly clad men moved to and fro to the strains of the dance. Against the darkness of the panelled walls jewels flashed in a maze24 of colour, and behind the dancers, passing in and out of the doors, other figures filled in the brilliant pageant25. All the youth and heyday26 of the Court were in Kensington this night. And stepping to and fro among them as she danced the minuet, Marion looked like a gold and white lily set amid tropical blooms. The spots of turquoise27 in her pearl necklace sought and found the blue-green touches in the embroideries28 of her dress. Trained along the wide cream skirt was a faint design of blue and gold. It was the only dress in the room so restrained in colour, and, surmounted29 by the white of bosom30 and neck, the warm paleness of the face and sudden glory of the hair, it drew from the eyes of both men and women an open or covert31 admiration32.
The younger ladies became a trifle critical of their rich colours, their powder and rouge33 and patches—adornments which Marion had steadily34 refused; the matrons who were looking on recorded another instance of the faultless taste of Lady Fairfax: she had tuned35 the girl's appearance to the key-note of her personality. The men, knowing nothing of these subtleties36, watching her serious face as she danced, her unlikeness to the women of London society, her quaint37 girlish dignity, felt the pleasure that novelty gives, and revelled38 in the new sensation.
Without knowing it, the 'little niece' was indeed a revelation to the dancers who shared her company that night. Having been brought up by the Admiral as simply as if she had been a boy, she was singularly free from self-consciousness; and not only was she outspoken39 and honest in her speech, but a vein41 of humour, clear gold, ran through her thoughts continually. Thus, as the night wore on, the gentlemen leading Marion to and fro in the dance, or sitting by her side in the rooms below, or walking by her on the terrace flags, found that their whispers of adulation, their extravagant42 utterances43, which were commonplaces in the social intercourse44 of the day, were wasted on the young lady they had thought to please. Their choicest seeds fell on stony45 ground. Marion had never learned to simper and look coy in the face of outrageous46 flattery. She would listen for a while, amazed at such arrant47 foolishness, the twinkle in her eyes hidden under the long dark lashes48 about which the speakers failed not to wax so eloquent49. Then the admiring ones, taking breath for a still higher flight, would see the grave, downward drooping50 lips suddenly betray her thoughts, her face break into an open merriment that shook the wind from their eloquence51 and tore into shreds52 their mounting self-conceit.
But Marion could not be human and not know the joy and intoxication54 of success. At the beginning of the evening, when her aunt's guests had been presented to her, and received her cold little fingers, she had felt outcast and forlorn, something to be hidden from the sight of all that beauty and grandeur55. Then when the truth was borne home that she herself, and not any one of the Court damsels she envied, was the central figure; that each man there seemed to be a visitor merely to do her homage56, first and throughout, Marion's mood changed. She had always loved to dance; the admiration in the eyes opposite as she came and went in the minuet set her own eyes all the brighter, and threw a lightness and glow into her being. She was sipping57 the wine of youth from a goblet58 of gold, and only later did she realise how sweet that first draught59 had been.
Just after supper she ran up stairs to ask Simone to cut a shred53 from her silk petticoat which an unwary foot had caught on the stairs. Her room was empty. As she went to the dressing-table for a pair of scissors, a letter caught her eye.
It was addressed in a laborious60, unfamiliar61 hand. Wonderingly Marion broke the seal, and unfolded the sheet, looking first at the signature at the close of the letter.
'Little Charity! Of all persons in the world to have writ62 me! Can Jack have escaped again?'
Somewhat dazed at the suddenness with which the thought of Garth had leapt from some dim spot of memory direct to the immediate63 moment, Marion sat down and began to read Charity's letter. The writing was ungainly, in parts half illegible64, the words ill spelt. Marion re-read several sentences before she began to grasp their meaning. It was something about Elise. Then she saw Roger's name. A chill of fear, the colder because it was shapeless, seized her, throttling65 the warm happiness that pulsed in her veins66. She turned back to read the sentence again. Roger—what was this about Roger?
As she bent67 over the letter in the light of her dressing-table sconces, Lady Fairfax passed the door and looked in.
'Marion! Why are you up here?'
'There's a letter here from Charity,' said Marion absently, reading on as she spoke40, 'and——'
Lady Fairfax crossed the room, and laid her hand on the girl's arm. 'My darling, you cannot behave thus. Listen: there is the music of the galliard which Londoners are dancing to-night in honour of my country maid. Do you not hear yonder Cornish air? They are waiting on you before they can begin. Who is your partner?'
Lady Fairfax gently took the letter from the girl's cold fingers, and bending down, pressed a kiss on her cheek.
'Captain Beckenham is my partner, Aunt Constance.'
The tone of the voice caught the ear of the older woman. She looked at the face reflected in the looking-glass.
'Come, come! What is this letter?'
''Tis something about Elise and—I like it not. But I had rather finish it, Aunt Constance.'
A grave rebuke68 flashed in and out of the lady's eyes.
'Elise can wait. She has waited thus long. And there are days and days to read it in. But to-night—this is your ball, and your guests are waiting on your pleasure. Where is the smiling face I saw ten minutes ago?'
Marion got up, and taking the scissors cut the fragment from her petticoat. True to her character, she made no outward show of the unhappiness that had seized her. 'Where is Simone?'
'Helping69 Martin.'
'Why so, Aunt Constance?' With mechanical fingers, Marion tidied a tress of her bright hair.
'I will tell you later, my child. Run downstairs now; and remember this is your special dance. I am following, but I must attend to the older folk in the card-room.'
Obediently Marion went downstairs. The ballroom70, which had seemed all brightness and music a little time before, now appeared full of alien presences whose voices jarred upon her. She was scarcely aware of the low bow of her partner, of his extended hand; with an unaccustomed heaviness in her step she took her place at the head of the long line. Then glancing towards the musicians' gallery as the fiddlers struck up the country air, she saw the wrinkled face of old Zacchary behind the performers, his eyes, full of pride and tenderness, watching the 'little maid' who was his delight. A sudden vision of her father came upon her. She rallied. Her head rose a little. She threw a smile to Zacchary, and holding her fingers to her partner, went lightly down between the ranks, curtseying and turning and retracing71 her steps in the maze of the country dance. Once begun, the movement left her no time for thought. Only when Captain Beckenham led her to her seat and handed her her fan, did she realise how heavy lay her heart, what bitter drops had marred72 the wine and dulled the sparkling rim14 of the goblet. Presently Colonel Sampson strolled up.
'I should guess my lady has told you the news, Mistress Marion. 'Tis writ in your sober look.'
'What news?' cried the young gentleman, rising to his feet as the old soldier spoke.
'Why, here is Lady Fairfax summoned to attend Her Majesty to Tunbridge on the morrow.'
Marion remained silent as the two talked a little of the Royal invalid73, content that her gravity, which in spite of her efforts was evidently noticeable, should be set down to that cause. The news of her aunt's departure seemed to lay another weight upon her spirits, but she realised that much as she loved her aunt, the heaviness of the thought that she must be thus parted from her was slight compared with that other unformed, unnamed burden that threatened her; she had not had time to learn the meaning of Charity's letter.
Captain Beckenham glanced down at the girl. Her fingers were playing with the handle of her fan; her mind seemed elsewhere.
'I could wish Her Majesty's illness had waited another day,' he said with a deep sigh. ''Tis a most unkind cloud to spread itself over the face of the sun, and leave the earth desolate74 and dark. And quite possibly I shall be bidden, either in Her Majesty's suite75, or to follow.'
Marion looked up with one of her mocking smiles as the young guardsman, with a meaning look, and his hand flourishing, bowed low. But the older eyes watching saw that something was amiss. Mr. Sampson drew up a vacant chair, and rewarded beforehand by a look from Marion, succeeded in maintaining an easy conversation in which the girl's share was light.
Presently Lady Fairfax appeared in the ball-room, and immediately, it seemed, became the centre of a lively group. Marion, watching her aunt, felt suddenly ashamed. The one glance Lady Fairfax had bestowed76 upon her told more than spoken words. 'A hostess in a ball-room has no place for private feelings,' said those challenging eyes.
Marion mentally shook herself afresh; turned to a young man who was hovering near, and indicated with her fan an empty seat. The new-comer, more bronzed than his fellows, had just left his ship at Greenwich. Marion smiled on him, and threw out a few sea-going phrases; and the young sailor, who had coveted77 the honour of speaking to the daughter of the old Salt Eagle, was rewarded by hearing stories of him from the lady herself. The two passed out on to the terrace, and the music of the next dance went by unheeded.
Presently others came to claim her attention. Somehow the evening wore away, and such was Marion's will upon herself, that no one besides Colonel Sampson and Lady Fairfax had any suspicion that her heart belied78 her face. With her uncle and aunt she stood at the head of the staircase as the guests took their leave. Presently all were gone but Sampson.
'Stay and have a glass of wine, Colonel,' said Lady Fairfax. 'I vow79 I am hungry again.'
But Mr. Sampson, with a low bow, declined the invitation, and turning to Marion, asked for the pleasure of her company on a drive the following day.
'Excellent!' said Lady Fairfax. 'The fresh air will be very beneficial.'
Marion gravely thanked the gentleman, and bending over her hand he contrived80 to throw into his gesture and parting look just the amount of friendliness81 she could bear.
'Then we will have our wine and cake together in your room,' said Lady Fairfax, passing her arm round Marion's waist. 'You can read yonder letter and tell me all about it. You have done bravely this last hour.'
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