Bonnibel Vere, lying helplessly on the sofa in her dressing-room, looked up with a start of surprise.
Felise Herbert was entering with her cat-like steps and a deceitful smile wreathing her thin lips.
"Thank you, Felise," she answered wearily, "though your wishes can scarcely bear fruit to-day."
"Are you suffering so much pain to-day?" asked Felise, dropping into an easy-chair and resting her head with its crown of dark braids against its violet velvet1 lining2.
"My ankle is rather painful."
"We are going to have a few friends to dine with us to-day—Colonel Carlyle is among them—and we thought—mother and I—that you might be well enough to come down into the drawing-room," said the visitor, watching the invalid3 keenly under her drooping4 lashes5.
But the feverish6 flush on the girl's cheek did not deepen under the jealous scrutiny7 of the watcher. She watched with a sigh of positive relief.
"Many thanks, but it is not possible for me to do so, Felise; Doctor Graham said that I must remain closely confined to my sofa at least two weeks. And indeed I could not leave it if I tried. My foot is much swollen8 and I cannot stand at all."
She pushed out the little member from under the skirt of her warm white wrapper, and Felise saw that she spoke9 truly.
She rose and came nearer under pretense10 of examining it.
"Why, what a pretty little ring you wear—is it a new one?" said she suddenly, and in an instant she had dexterously11 slipped it off Bonnibel's finger, and, holding it up, read the inscription12 within, "Mizpah!" "Why, how romantic! Is it a love token, Bonnibel?"
Bonnibel's lips were quivering like a grieved child's, and quick tears sprang into her eyes.
"Felise," she said, reproachfully, "you should not have taken[Pg 35] it off. I never meant for that ring to leave my finger while I lived, never!"
Felise laughed—a low, sneering13 laugh—and tossed her jetty braids.
"Here, take your ring," she said scornfully; "I did not know you were going to be such a baby over it. It must have been the gift of a lover to be so highly prized—perhaps it was given you by Leslie Dane."
Bonnibel slipped the ring back on her tapering14 third finger, while a hot flush mounted to her brow.
"You seem very curious over my ring, Felise," she said, angrily. "I do not suppose it can matter to you at all who the giver may be."
"Oh! not in the least," said Felise, airily. "I beg your pardon for teasing you about it. But if someone should give me a prettier ring than that soon I should not mind telling you the donor15. And by the way," said she, walking to the window and peering out through the lace curtains, "you must tell me, Bonnibel, how you liked Colonel Carlyle the other day."
"I should be very ungrateful if I did not like him very well," said the girl, simply. "He was very good to me."
"That is an evasive answer," said Felise, laughing. "Should you have liked him if you had not been prompted thereto by gratitude16?"
"I am sure I do not know. I was suffering such acute pain I hardly thought of him until he told me he had been an intimate friend of my papa while in the army. And he praised papa so highly I could not choose but like him for his words."
"The cunning old fox," said Felise to herself, while she drew her black brows angrily together. "Already he has been trying to find the way to her heart."
"He is rather fine-looking for one who is certainly no longer young—don't you think so, Bonnibel?" pursued the wily girl.
"Certainly," said Bonnibel, willing to praise Colonel Carlyle because she thought it would please Felise; "he does not seem so very old, and he is quite handsome and stately-looking."
Whatever Felise might have replied to this was interrupted by the entrance of Lucy, Bonnibel's maid. A broad smile lighted her comely17, good-natured features at the sight of the visitor.
"For you, miss," said she, going up to Bonnibel and putting in her hand a small volume of splendidly-bound poems and a rare hot-house bouquet18, whose fragrance19 filled the room, and turning to Miss Herbert she added: "Colonel Carlyle is waiting in the drawing-room, Miss Herbert."
Felise made no answer to the maid. She swept forward and looked at the flowers in Bonnibel's hand.
It was a lovely bouquet, composed almost entirely20 of white flowers. A lily filled the center, surrounded by exquisite21 rose-buds and waxen tube-roses and azalias. The border of the lovely floral tribute was a delicate fringe of blue forget-me-nots. On a small white card depending from the bouquet was written these words:
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"Miss Vere, with the compliments of the day from her father's friend."
"Her father's friend," said Felise, reading it aloud. "That must mean Colonel Carlyle."
"I suppose so," said Bonnibel, simply. "He is very kind to remember me to-day. You will thank him for me, Felise."
"Certainly," Felise answered.
She took up the book—a handsome copy of one of the modern poets—and glanced rapidly through it, but found no writing or underscoring within it, as her jealous fancy had expected.
"I must go," she said, putting it down and trailing her silken skirts hurriedly from the room.
Lucy looked after her with a slight smile. She, in common with all the domestics, hated the overbearing Felise and it pleased her to see what her innocent young mistress never dreamed of—that Mrs. Arnold's daughter was furiously jealous and angry because of her suitor's tribute to Bonnibel.
The colonel's tribute to Miss Herbert was a much more pretentious22 one than that which had been the cause of arousing her jealousy23 up-stairs. He brought her a bracelet24 of gold, set with glowing rubies25, and a bouquet that was a perfect triumph of the floral art. Its central flower was a white japonica, and sprigs of scarlet26 salvia blazed around it; but Felise remembered the modest white lily up-stairs, with its suggestive circle of forget-me-nots, and her eyes blazed with scarcely concealed27 anger as she thanked the colonel for his gifts.
Colonel Carlyle was in brilliant spirits to-day. Always a fine talker, he surpassed himself on this occasion, and the guests exchanged significant glances, thinking that surely he had proposed to Miss Herbert and been accepted, for she, too, appeared more fascinating than usual, and exerted herself to please her elderly suitor. She had laid aside the more cumbrous appendages28 of mourning, such as crape and bombazine, and appeared in a handsome black silk, with filmy white laces at throat and wrists. A single spray of the scarlet salvia, carelessly broken and fastened in her dark hair, brightened her whole appearance, and made her creamy, olive complexion29 beautiful by the contrast. She was looking her best, as she wanted to do, for she felt that she was about to lose her slight hold upon the millionaire's heart and she meant to do her best to win back her lost ground.
Alas30 for Felise's prospects31! A pair of tearful, violet eyes, a little, white face, a quivering baby mouth, drawn32 with pain, had totally obscured the image of her bright, dark beauty in the colonel's heart. He was as foolishly in love with Bonnibel's dainty loveliness as any boy of twenty, and through all his brilliant talk to-day his heart was bounding with the thought of her, and he was revolving33 plans in his mind to free himself from what had almost become an entanglement34 with Miss Herbert, that he might spread his net to catch the beautiful little white dove that had fluttered across his path.
"Miss Vere is better, I trust," he found courage to ask of Mrs. Arnold before he left that evening. His guilty conscience made him shrink from asking Felise even that simple question. He[Pg 37] knew that he had paid her sufficient attention to warrant her in expecting a proposal, and now he began to feel just a little afraid of the flash of her great dark eyes.
"She is better," Mrs. Arnold answered, coldly; "but not able to leave her sofa. Doctor Graham thinks it will be several weeks before she is well."
"So," the enamored colonel thought to himself, "it will be several weeks before I can see her again. That seems like an eternity35."
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