"He will be so awkward!" she had said to Lottie, in irritable4 protest.
And at first she was quite right, for Hemstead found himself anything but at home in the fashionable revel5. Bel, in her efforts to get him into the presence of the lady of the house, that they might pay their respects, reminded one of a little steam yacht trying to manage a ship of the line.
Not only were Lottie and De Forrest smiling at the scene, but also other elegant people, among whom Hemstead towered in proportions too vast and ill-managed to escape notice; and to Addie her cousin's lack of ease and grace was worse than a crime.
Bel soon found some city acquaintances, and she and her escort parted with mutual6 relief. Hemstead drifted into the hall, where he would be out of the way of the dancers, but through the open doors could watch the scene.
And this he did with a curious and observant eye. The party he came with expected him to be either dazzled and quite carried away by the scenes of the evening, or else shocked and very solemn over their dissipation. But he was rather inclined to be philosophical7, and to study this new phase of life. He would see the creme de la creme, who only would be present, as he was given to understand. He would discover if they were made of different clay from the people of Scrub Oaks. He would breathe the social atmosphere which to Addie, to his aunt, and even to Lottie, he was compelled to fear was as the breath of life. These were the side issues; but his chief purpose was to study Lottie herself. He would discover if she were in truth as good a girl—as full of promise—as he had been led to believe at first.
Of course he was a predestined "wall-flower" upon such an occasion. Addie had said to Mrs. Byram, in a tone hard to describe but at once understood, "A cousin from the West, who is studying for the ministry"; and Hemstead was immediately classed in the lady's mind among those poor relations who must be tolerated for the sake of their connections.
He was a stranger to all, save those he came with, and they soon completely ignored and forgot him, except Lottie, by whom he was watched, but so furtively8 that she seemed as neglectful as the rest.
It was one of the fashions of the hour—a phase of etiquette9 as ill-bred as the poorest social slang—not to introduce strangers. Mrs. Byram and her daughters were nothing if not fashionable, and in this case the mode served their inclination10, and beyond a few formal words they willingly left their awkward guest to his own resources.
He could not understand how true courtesy permitted a hostess to neglect any of her guests, least of all those who from diffidence or any cause seemed most in need of attention. Still, in the present instance, he was glad to be left alone.
The scenes around him had more than the interest of novelty, and there was much that he enjoyed keenly. The music was good, and his quick ear kept as perfect time to it as did Lottie's feet. He thought the square dances were beautiful and perfectly11 unobjectionable,—a vast improvement on many of the rude and often stupid games that he had seen at the few companies he had attended, and Lottie appeared the embodiment of grace, as she glided12 through them.
But when a blast-looking fellow, in whose eye lurked13 all evil passions and appetites, whirled her away in a waltz, he again felt, with indignation, that here was another instance in which fashion—custom—insolently14 trampled15 on divine law and womanly modesty16. He had seen enough of the world to know that Lottie, with all her faults, was too good to touch the fellow whose embrace she permitted. Could she—could the others-be ignorant of his character, when it was indelibly stamped upon his face?
But Hemstead soon noticed that this man's attentions were everywhere received with marked pleasure, and that Mrs. Byram and her daughters made much of him as 8 favored guest. In anger he saw how sweetly Lottie smiled upon him as they were passing near. She caught his dark look, and, interpreting it to mean something like jealousy17, became more gracious toward her roue-looking attendant, with the purpose of piquing18 Hemstead.
A little later Bel came into the hall, leaning upon the arm of a gentleman. Having requested her escort to get her a glass of water she was left alone a few moments. Hemstead immediately joined her and asked, "Who is that blase-looking man upon whose arm Miss Marsden is leaning?"
"And upon whom she is also smiling so enchantingly? He is the beau of the occasion, and she is the belle19."
"Do you know anything about him? I hope his face and manner do him injustice20."
"I fear they do not. I imagine he is even worse than he looks."
"How, then, can he be such a favorite?"
She gave him a quick, comical look, which intimated, "You are from the back country," but said, "I fear you will think less of society when I tell you the reasons. I admit that it is very wrong; but so it is. He has three great attractions: he is brilliant; he is fast; he is immensely rich,—therefore society is at his feet."
"O, no; not society, but a certain clique21 who weigh things in false balances," said Hemstead, quickly. "How strange it is that people are ever mistaking their small circle for the world!"
Bel gave him a look of some surprise, and thought, "I half believe he is looking down upon us with better right than we upon him."
After a moment Hemstead added, "That man there is more than fast. I should imagine that Harcourt was a little fast, and yet he has good and noble traits. I could trust him. But treachery is stamped upon that fellow's face, and the leer of a devil gleams from his eye. He is not only fast, he is bad. Does Miss Marsden know his character?"
"She knows what we all do. There are hard stories about him, and, as you say, he does not look saintly; but however wrong it may be, Mr. Hemstead, it is still a fact that society will wink23 at almost everything when a man is as rich and well connected as he, that is, as long as a man sins in certain conventional ways and keeps his name out of the papers."
Here her escort joined her, and they passed on; and Hemstead stood lowering at the man, the pitch of whose character began to stain the beautiful girl who, knowing him somewhat, could willingly and encouragingly remain at his side.
True, he had seen abundant proof that she had a heart, good impulses, and was capable of noble things, as he had told her; but was she not also giving 'lira equal proof that the world enthralled24 her heart, and that senseless and soulless fashion, rather than the will of God, or the instincts of a pure womanly nature, controlled her will?
He had no small vanity in which to wrap himself while he nursed a spiteful resentment25 at slights to himself. It was a tendency of his nature, and a necessity of his calling, that he should forget himself for the sake of others. Lottie awoke his sympathy, and he pitied while he blamed.
But he desponded as to the future, and feared that she would never fulfil her first beautiful promise. He realized, with a vague sense of pain, how far apart they were, and in what different worlds they dwelt. At one time it had seemed as if they might become friends, and be in accord on the chief questions of life. But now that she was smiling so approvingly upon a man whose very face proclaimed him villain26, he saw a separation wider and more inexorable than Hindu caste,—that of character.
And yet with his intense love of beauty it seemed like sacrilege—the profanation27 of a beautiful temple—that such a girl as Charlotte Marsden should permit the associations of that evening. It was true that he could find no greater fault with her in respect to dress, manners, and attendants, than with many others,—not as much as with his own cousin. But for some reason that did not occur to him it was peculiarly a source of regret that Lottie should so fall short of what he believed true and right.
His thoughts gave expression to his face, as in momentary28 abstraction he paced up and down the hall. Suddenly a voice that had grown strangely familiar in the brief time he had heard it said at his side, "Why, Mr. Hemstead, you look as if at a funeral. What are you thinking of?"
Following an impulse of his open nature, he looked directly into
Lottie's face, and replied, "You."
She blushed slightly, but said with a laugh, "That is frank," but added, meaningly, "I am surprised you cannot find anything better to think about."
"I think Mr. Hemstead shows excellent judgment," said Mr. Brently, the young man whose face had seemed the index of all evil. "Where could he find anything better to think about?"
"Mr. Hemstead's compliments and yours are very different affairs. He means all he says. Mr. Hemstead, permit me to introduce to you Mr. Brently of New York. I wish you could induce him to be a missionary29."
The young rake laughed so heartily30 at this idea that he did not notice that Hemstead's acknowledgment was frigidly31 slight; but Lottie did.
"How absurdly jealous!" she thought; yet it pleased her that he was.
"I shall never be good enough to eat, and so cannot be persuaded to visit the Cannibal Islands in the role of missionary." Brently was too pleased with his own poor wit, and too indifferent to Hemstead, to note that the student did not even look at him.
"I expect that you will lecture me well for all my folly32 and wickedness to-morrow," said Lottie, with a laugh.
"You are mistaken, Miss Marsden," Hemstead answered coldly. "I have neither the right nor the wish to 'lecture' you"; and he turned away, while she passed on with an unquiet, uncomfortable feeling, quite unlike her usual careless disregard of the opinions of others.
At that moment a gentleman and lady brushed past them on their way to the drawing-rooms, and he heard Lottie whisper, "There are Mr. and Miss Martell after all. I feared they were not coming."
A moment later he saw a tall and beautiful girl enter the parlors33 upon the arm of a gentleman who was evidently her father. Mrs. Byram received them with the utmost deference35, and was profuse36 in her expressions of pleasure that they had not failed to be present. Having explained their detention37, they moved on through the rooms, receiving the cordial greetings of many who knew them, and much attention from all. They were evidently people of distinction, and from the first Hemstead had been favorably impressed with their appearance and bearing.
From the gentleman's erect38 and vigorous form it would seem that his hair was prematurely39 gray. His face indicated intellect and high-breeding, while the deep-set and thoughtful eyes, and the firm lines around his mouth, suggested a man of decided40 opinions.
The daughter was quite as beautiful as Lottie, only her style was entirely41 different. She was tall and willowy in form, while Lottie was of medium height. Miss Martell was very fair, and her large blue eyes seemed a trifle cold and expressionless as they rested on surrounding faces and scenes. One would hardly suppose that her pulse was quickened by the gayety and excitement, and it might even be suspected that she was not in sympathy with either the people or their spirit.
And yet all this would only be apparent to a close observer, for to the majority she was the embodiment of grace and courtesy, and as the Lanciers were called soon after her arrival, she permitted Harcourt to lead her out as his partner. They took their stations near the door where Hemstead was standing42 at the moment. Lottie and Mr. Brently stood at the head of the parlor34; and Hemstead thought he had never seen two women more unlike, and yet so beautiful.
While he in his isolation43 and abstraction was observing them and others in much the same spirit with which he was accustomed to haunt art galleries, Harcourt, seeing him so near, unexpectedly introduced him to Miss Martell, saying good-naturedly: "You have one topic of mutual interest to talk about, and a rather odd one for a clergyman and a young lady, and that is—horses. Miss Martell is one of the best horsewomen of this region, and you, Mr. Hemstead, managed a span that were beyond me,—saved my neck at the same time, in all probability."
The young lady at first was simply polite, and greeted him as she naturally would a stranger casually44 introduced. But from something either in Harcourt's words, or in Hemstead's appearance as she gave him closer scrutiny45, her eye kindled46 into interest, and she was about to speak to him, when the music called her into the graceful47 maze48 of the dance. Hemstead was as much surprised as if a portrait on the wall had stepped down and made his acquaintance, and in his embarrassment49 and confusion was glad that the lady was summoned away, and he given time to recover himself.
Lottie had noted50 the introduction, and from her distance it had seemed that Miss Martell had treated him slightingly, and that she had not spoken, but had merely recognized him by a slight inclination; so, acting52 upon one of her generous impulses, the moment the first form was over and there was a brief respite53, she went to where he stood near Miss Martell, and said kindly54, but a little patronizingly, "I'm sorry you do not dance, Mr. Hemstead. You must be having a stupid time."
He recognized her kindly spirit, and said, with a smile, "A quiet time, but not a stupid one. As you can understand, this scene is a quite novel one to me,—a glimpse into a new and different world."
"And one that you do not approve of, I fear."
"It has its lights and shadows."
Lottie now turned to speak to Miss Martell, and evil-eyed Brently, her partner, had also been standing near, waiting till Harcourt should cease to occupy her attention so closely.
The young lady was polite, but not cordial, to Lottie; she did not vouchsafe55 a glance to Brently. But he was not easily abashed56.
"Miss Martell," he said suavely57, "will you honor me for the next waltz?"
"You must excuse me, sir," she said coldly.
"Well, then, some time during the evening, at your own pleasure," he urged.
"You must excuse me, sir," she repeated still more frigidly, scarcely glancing at him.
"What do you mean?" he asked insolently, at the same time flushing deeply.
She gave him a cold, quiet look of surprise, and, turning her back upon him, resumed conversation with Harcourt. Lottie was a little indignant and perplexed58 at this scene; but noted, with a feeling of disgust, that her partner's face, in his anger, had the look of a demon59.
But her own reception had been too cool to be agreeable, and this, with the supposed slight to Hemstead, caused Miss Martell to seem to her, for the time, the embodiment of capricious pride.
Harcourt said, "Brently does not seem to be in your good graces, Miss
Martell; and that is strange, for he is the lion of the evening."
"I can well imagine that he belongs to the cat species," she replied. "I have no personal grievance60 against Mr. Brently, but I do not consider him a gentleman. My father knows that he is not one, and that is enough for me."
Harcourt flushed with both pleasure and shame; and as the next form just then required that he should take his companion's hand, he did so with a cordial pressure, as he said, "Men would be better—I should be better—if all young ladies showed your spirit, Miss Martell."
At the next pause in the dance she said, in a low tone, "Come, let us have no 'ifs.' Be better anyway."
She detected the dejection which he tried to mask with a light laugh, as he replied, "I often wish I were, but the world, the flesh, and the devil are too much for me."'
"Yes, and always will be for you. Who can fight such enemies alone? Besides, you are reading and thinking in the wrong direction. You are going out into the desert."
"Well, it's kind of you to care," he said, with a look that deepened the faint color of her cheeks.
"I am not inhuman," she replied quietly. "Is it a little thing that a mind should go astray?"
He looked at her earnestly, but made no reply.
Soon after, Lottie saw with surprise, during one of the intervals61 between the forms, that Miss Martell turned and spoke51 freely and cordially to Hemstead. Her surprise became something akin22 to annoyance62, as, at the close, she took his arm and began to walk up and down the wide hall, evidently becoming deeply interested in his conversation. She soon shook off moody63 Brently, who could think of nothing but the slight he had received, and, taking De Forrest's arm, also commenced promenading64 in the hall. She noted, with satisfaction, that Hemstead was not so occupied with his new and fascinating acquaintance as to be oblivious65 of her presence.
Soon after Mr. Martell joined his daughter, and was introduced to
Hemstead; and they went out to supper together.
Lottie managed that she and De Forrest should find seats near them in a roomy angle, where, being out of the crush, Mr. Martell and his little party could season Mrs. Byram's sumptuous66 viands67 with Attic68 salt. And the flavor of their wit and thought was so attractive that they soon had a group of the most intelligent and cultivated of the company around them, and Lottie saw that Hemstead, who had been neglected by his own party, was becoming appreciated by the best people present. Miss Martell, with the tact69 of a perfect lady, had the power of putting him at his ease and drawing him out. Hemstead's mind was no stagnant70, muddy pool, but a living fountain, and his thought sparkled as it flowed readily on the congenial topics that Mr. and Miss Martell introduced. The freshness and originality71 of his views seemed to interest them and others greatly; but what pleased him most was that Lottie, who sat near, was neglecting her supper and De Forrest's compliments in her attention to the conversation. Her face showed a quick, discriminating72 mind, and as the discussion grew a little warm on a topic of general interest, he saw from her eager and intelligent face that she had an opinion, and he had the tact to ask her for it just at the right moment. Though a little embarrassed at his unexpected question, she expressed her thought so briefly73 and brightly that the others were pleased, and she was at once taken into the circle of their talk, which of course became more animated74 and spicy75 with her piquant76 words and manner added. It was evident that she was enjoying this employment of her brain more than she had that of her feet. The lower pleasure paled before the higher; and she was grateful to Hemstead for having drawn77 her within the charmed circle.
De Forrest did not grieve over Lottie's absorption, as it gave him more time for the supper-table and champagne78; and to the latter he and a good many others were so devoted79 that they were hardly their poor selves the rest of the evening. In Brently's case it was most marked after the ladies had retired80. He began to talk quite loudly and boisterously81 of his slight, and at one time was about to seek Miss Martell, and demand an explanation, but was prevailed upon by his friends to be quiet.
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