“Mais oui,” one of them observed, as he gravely prodded3 the resultant tidbit with his knife and fork. “Vat ees eet?”
“Huitres?” suggested one Frenchman.
“C?telettes?” added the second.
“C’est bon,” said the third, more daring than his companions.
But the fourth pushed aside his plate.
“C’est dommage!” he exclaimed, and Nancy, who shared his opinion, took refuge in her napkin.
She emerged to find Brock just taking his place beside her, and she looked up with a welcoming smile. After the too obvious devotion of the Englishman, after the self-repressed, high-strung temperament7 of St. Jacques, Nancy was always conscious of a certain sense of relief in the society of the jovial8 Canadian. It is no slight gift to be always merry, always thoughtful of the comfort of one’s companions, always at peace with one’s self and with the world. This gift Brock possessed9 in its entirety. Without him at her elbow, Nancy would have passed many a lonely hour in Quebec. An own brother could not have been more undemonstratively careful to heed10 her slightest wish. Best of all, Brock had a trick of placing himself at her service, not at all as if he were in love with her; but merely as if it were the one thing possible for him to do.
Just once, their friendship had lacked little of coming to grief. On the evening after the market episode, Nancy had gathered together her courage and had read Brock a long lecture upon his sins. An hour later, she had retired11 from the contest, worsted. With imperturbable12 good nature, Brock had assented13 to her charges against him. Then, swiftly turning the tables, he had summed up all of Barth’s vulnerable points and had accused her of increasing their number by an injudicious system of coddling. Nancy’s hair was red, her temper by no means imperturbable. She had defended herself with vigor14 and clearness. Then, with snapping eyes, she had stalked away out of the room, leaving Brock, serene15 and smiling, in undisturbed possession of the field. The next morning, Brock had been called out of town on business. When he returned, two days later, Nancy had met him with whole-hearted smiles. Without Brock’s genial16 presence, the atmosphere of The Maple17 Leaf became altogether too fully18 charged with electricity for her liking19. From that time onward20, Nancy remembered her hair, and fought shy of argument with the tall Canadian whose very imperturbability21 only rendered him the more maddening foe22.
“You look as if you had heard some good news,” she assured him, even while he was unfolding his napkin.
Brock smiled with conscious satisfaction.
“So I have.”
“Tell me.”
“Not now.”
“How long must I wait?”
“A week.”
“How unkind of you, when you know I am consumed with curiosity!”
With the butterknife in his hand, Brock turned. Nancy, as she looked far into the depths of those clear gray eyes of his, was suddenly aware that all was right with Brock’s world. Moreover, she was aware that he was as eager as she herself for the week to pass away and give him the chance to speak.
“Then I really must wait,” she assented to the look in his eyes. “A week is a long time. Meanwhile, I have some news.”
“Good, I hope.”
“Certainly. We are expecting a guest, next Friday.”
“How unlucky for him!” Brock observed.
“Are you superstitious23?”
“No; but you are.”
She raised her brows in question, and Brock answered the unspoken words.
“Otherwise, why do you carry a pocket edition of Sainte Anne-de-Beaupré?”
“How do you know I do?”
“Because it fell out on the floor just now, when I upset your coat. It is a very superior little Sainte Anne, made of silver.”
This time, Nancy had the grace to blush. Only the day before, she had come into possession of the dainty toy.
Brock nodded.
“For the name? I suspect I could tell who chose it.”
Again Nancy’s brows rose inquiringly.
“If you like,” she said composedly.
“Barth, of course.”
“No. I knew you would say so. Now you have forfeited25 your one guess,” she responded smilingly, yet with an odd little tugging26 at her heart, as she recalled the face of St. Jacques, as he had laid the little silver image into her outstretched palm.
“Make her your patron saint as well,” he had said briefly27. “The time may come when I shall need the prayers of her name-child to help me at her shrine28.”
And Nancy, looking straight into his dark eyes, had given the promise that he asked.
But now, with full intention, she was seeking to drive St. Jacques from her mind.
“You don’t ask about our guest,” she added.
“No.” Brock buttered his bread with calm deliberation. “I knew you would tell me, when you were ready.”
She fell into the trap laid by his apparent indifference29.
“I am ready now. It is an old friend of ours from New York, Mr. Joseph Churchill.”
“So glad he is an old friend,” Brock responded coolly.
“Why?”
“Because he won’t complicate30 things, as a young man would do.”
“We call that rather young up here. Will he stop long?”
“A day or two.”
Brock helped himself to marmalade.
“And he comes, next Friday?”
“Yes.”
“Right, oh! See that he gets out of the way by Monday. The Maple Leaf is quite full enough, as it is.”
“Lucky fellow to have money enough! In his place, I should probably have to seek the Lower Town. What are you going to do with him?”
Nancy smiled ingratiatingly.
“Just what I was meaning to ask you, Mr. Brock.”
Brock’s answering laugh sent Barth’s fingers in search of the string of his eyeglasses.
“There’s a snug33 little cell empty up at the Citadel,” he suggested. “Take him up there and let him see how he likes military hospitality. He could put in a very instructive two days, studying the position of the Bunker Hill cannon34.”
Two days later, Nancy stood in the extreme bow of the Lévis ferry. Beside her, blond and big and altogether bonny, stood Mr. Joseph Churchill, obviously an American, equally obviously from New York. At the stern, in the lee of the deck house, Dr. Howard was doing his best to shelter himself from the cutting wind.
Nancy and the New Yorker were in full tide of conversation. No hint of regret had marked Nancy’s manner, as she had stood scanning the doors of the sleeping-cars. Before Lévis was a river-breadth behind, she had gathered from her companion a detailed35 account of the early gayeties of the season, had filled his ears with the more sober charms of quaint36 Quebec, and had drawn37 a vivid outline of the more salient characteristics of Mr. Reginald Brock. Of Barth and St. Jacques, she had omitted to make any mention.
Upon one point, the doctor was rigid38. Churchill might register at the Chateau, if he insisted. He must take his meals with them at The Maple Leaf. And so it came about that Barth’s first intimation that a guest was expected, occurred when he looked up from his tea, that night, to greet Nancy as she came into the room, and discovered the huge, sleek39 American at Nancy’s side.
“Oh, by George!” remarked Mr. Cecil Barth, and promptly40 dropped his bread, butter-side down, into the starched41 recesses42 of his immaculate white waistcoat.
Later, he sought the parlor43. Over his shoulder, he had heard the gay voices of Brock and Nancy, and the deeper chest tones of the burly American. He felt an acute longing44 to put on his glasses and, screwing himself about in his chair, to take a prolonged stare at the intruder. His hurried glance had given him the impression of vast stature45 combined with the workmanship of an unexceptionable tailor. But where did the fellow come from? What was the fellow doing there? And what, oh, by George, what was the fellow’s connection with Nancy?
“I’d like to punch him,” Mr. Cecil Barth muttered vengefully to himself. “Oh, rather!”
He found the parlor quite deserted46. St. Jacques, who had met Churchill earlier in the afternoon, had betaken himself to his room. Brock and the Howards, with their guest, were still at the table. Accordingly, Barth pulled a book from his pocket and sat himself down to wait. He waited long. When at last Nancy led the way into the parlor, Barth was surprised to miss Brock from her train. Under such conditions, it was inconceivable to him that the Canadian should not have stood his ground. The parlor was common property. He himself would sit there forever, rather than let himself be ousted47 by any American, least of all an American who would bedeck himself with jewelry48 as uncouth49 as the hymnbook of blue and gold that dangled50 from this American’s fob. Barth had always heard that Americans were stiffed-necked dissenters51. Nevertheless, he had never supposed they would find it needful to advertise their dissent52 by means of enamelled trinkets. He wrapped himself in his Britishism, and sat tight in his chair, waiting to see what would occur.
Nothing occurred. Nancy gave him her usual friendly smile and nod. Then, crossing the room, she settled herself on a sofa and, making room for Churchill at her side, dropped into animated53 talk of places and persons who were totally remote from Barth’s previous knowledge. Now and then, she glanced across at him carelessly. Now and then, her huge companion turned and bestowed54 upon him a rebuking55 stare which said, plainly as words could have done, that his further presence there was needless.
Regardless of the fact that he knew Nancy was fully aware he never read through his glasses, Barth remained stolidly56 on guard, glasses on nose and nose apparently57 in his book. Now and then, however, he lowered his book and refreshed himself with a smile at Nancy, or a scowl58 at the unconscious back of Nancy’s companion.
At length, Nancy could endure the situation no longer. Much as she liked Barth, she could willingly have dispensed59 with his society, just then. After their weeks of separation, she and Churchill had much to talk over, and she found the presence of an outsider a check upon the freedom of their dialogue. So sure had she been of Barth’s prompt and tactful withdrawal60 that she had made no effort to introduce him, when they had first entered the room. Her plans for the next day were formed to include the young Englishman. For that one evening, she had intended to give her attention entirely61 to her guest. Now, however, she saw that an introduction was fast becoming a matter of social necessity, and she tried to prepare the way for it.
During the space of a minute, she permitted the talk with Churchill to lapse62. Then, meeting Barth’s eyes above the deckled edges of his book, she smiled across at him in the friendly, informal fashion he had learned to know and to like so well.
“I thought you were bound for the theatre, this evening, Mr. Barth,” she said.
It was a wholly random63 bullet; but it met its billet. Barth reddened. In his interest in Nancy’s companion, he had entirely forgotten his explicit64 announcement of his evening’s plan.
“Oh, no,” he answered nonchalantly.
“Then men do occasionally change their minds. Isn’t it a good play?”
“Oh, yes,” he answered again, still more nonchalantly.
Turning slightly, Churchill looked across at the slender, boyish figure at the farther side of the room. His glance was disrespectful, and Barth was keenly conscious of the disrespect. He made a manful effort to assert himself.
“Jolly sort of night, Miss Howard,” was the only bubble that effervesced65 from his mind.
Nancy felt a wave of petulant66 sympathy sweeping67 over her. Long experience of her guest had taught her the meaning of that swift motion of his head and shoulders, and she feared what might follow, both for Barth’s sake and her own. She dreaded68 any possible injury to the feelings of the young Englishman; she dreaded still more the hearing Churchill’s irreverent comments upon a man whom she had grown proud to number among her loyal friends. Never had Barth appeared more impenetrably dull, never more obdurately69 British! It was the mockery of fate. Just when she was praying that he might be at his best, he turned monosyllabic, and then completed his disgrace by talking about the weather. Meanwhile her annoyance70 was forcing all ideas from her own brain, and her answering question was equally banal71.
“Is it cold, to-night?”
Barth was not impenetrable, by any means. He felt Nancy’s embarrassment72, was keenly alive to her efforts in his behalf. The knowledge only rendered him more tongue-tied than ever; but his blue eyes smiled eagerly back at her, as he responded, with admirable brevity,—
“Oh, rather!”
“Joe, what is it?” Nancy demanded, as she followed her strangling guest out into the hall.
Churchill was walking to and fro, coughing and teary.
“Nancy Howard,” he said, as soon as he could speak; “will you kindly73 tell me what manner of thing that is?”
Then Nancy asserted herself. Erect74 and gracious in her dainty evening gown, she turned back and stood on the threshold.
“Mr. Barth,” she said, in a quiet tone of command; “will you please come here and be introduced to my cousin? Mr. Churchill, I want you to meet my friend,” an almost imperceptible pause added emphasis to the word; “my friend, Mr. Cecil Barth.”
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liking
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foe
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