XXI
CONSTANCE CROSS-EXAMINES
It was like turning to the light the several facets of one of thoseold-fashioned jewels Flora was privately bearing away, to see the fivebeauties part company: "Good-by, good-by," kiss, kiss--ah, the sad wasteof it!--kiss left, kiss right, "good-by."
As the Callenders came in again from the veranda, their theme was Flora."Yet who," asked Constance, "ever heard her utter a moral sentiment?"
"Oh, her beauty does that," rejoined the kindly Miranda. "As CaptainKincaid said that evening he--"
"Yes, I know. He said he would pass her into heaven on her face, and Ithink it was a very strange thing for him to say!"
"Why?" daringly asked Miranda--and ran from the room.
The hater of whys turned upon her sister: "Nan, what's the matter?...Oh, now, yes, there is. What made you start when Miranda mentioned--Yes,you did. You're excited, you know you are. When we came in from thegarden you and Flora were both--"
"Now, Connie--"
"Pshaw, Nan, I know he's been here, it's in your face. Who was with him;Charlie?"
"Yes. They just dropped in to say good-by. The battery's ordered toVirginia. Virginia hasn't seceded yet, but he feels sure she will beforethey can get there, and so do I. Don't you? If Kentucky and Marylandwould only--"
"Now, Nan, just hush. When does he go?"
"To-morrow. But as to us"--the girl shrugged prettily while caressingher roses--"he's gone now."
"How did he talk?"
"Oh--quite as usual." The head bent low into the flowers. "In the onepretty way he has with all of us, you know."
Constance would not speak until their eyes met again. Then she asked,"Did Charlie and Flora give him any chance--to express himself?"
"Oh, Con, don't be foolish. He didn't want any. He as much as said so!"
"Ye-es," drawled the bride incredulously, "but--"
"Oh, he really did not, Con. He talked of nothing but the battery flagand how, because I'd presented it, they would forever and ever and everand ever--" She waved her hands sarcastically.
"Nan, behave. Come here." The pair took the sofa. "How did he look andact when he first came in? Before you froze him stiff?"
"I didn't freeze him." The quiet, hurt denial was tremulous. "Wooddoesn't freeze." The mouth drooped satirically: "You know well enoughthat the man who says his tasks have spared him no time to--to--"
"Nan, honest! Did _you_ give him a fair chance--the kind I gave Steve?"
"Oh, Con! He had all the chance any man ever got, or will get, fromme."
The sister sighed: "Nan Callender, you are the _poorest_ fisherman--"
"I'm not! I'm none! And if I were one"--the disclaimant glistened withmirth--"I couldn't be as poor a one as he is; he's afraid of his ownbait." She began to laugh but had to force back her tears: "I didn'tmean that! He's never had any bait--for me, nor wanted any. Neither henor I ever--Really, Con, you are the only one who's made any mistake asto either of us! You seem to think--"
"Oh, dearie, I don't think at all, I just know. I know he's furiously inlove with you--Yes, furiously; but that he's determined to be fair toFred Greenleaf--"
"Oh!"--a yet wickeder smile.
"Yes, and that he feels poor. You know that if the General--"
The hearer lifted and dropped both arms: "Oh!--to be continued!"
"Well, I know, too, that he doesn't believe, anyhow, in soldiersmarrying. I've never told you, sweet, but--if I hadn't cried sohard--Steve would have challenged Hilary Kincaid for what he said onthat subject the night we were married!"
Anna straightened, flashed, and then dropped again as she asked, "Isthat all you know?"
"No, I know what counts for more than all the rest; I know you're aterror to him."
Remotely in the terror's sad eyes glimmered a smile that was more thanhalf satisfaction. "You might as well call him a coward," she murmured.
"Not at all. _You_ know you've been a terror to every suitor you'veever had--except Fred Greenleaf; he's the only one you couldn't keepfrightened out of his wits. Now this time I know it's only becauseyou're--you're bothered! You don't know how you're going to feel--"
"Now, Con--"
"And you _don't_ want to mislead him, and you're just bothered to death!It was the same way with me."
"It wasn't!" silently said Anna's lips, her face averted. Suddenly sheturned and clutched her sister's hands: "Oh, Con, while we talk triflesFlora's home lies in ashes!... Yes, he told me so just now."
"Didn't he tell her too?"
"Why, no, Connie, he--he couldn't very well. It--it would have beenalmost indelicate, wouldn't it? But he's gone now to tell her."
"He needn't," said Constance. "She knows it now. The moment I came inhere I saw, through all her lightness, she'd got some heavy news. Shemust have overheard him, Nan."
"Connie, I--I believe she did!"
"Well, that's all right. What are you blushing for?"
"Blushing! Every time I get a little warm--" The speaker rose to go, butthe sister kept her hand:
"Keep fresh for this evening, honey. He'll be back."
"No, he won't. He doesn't propose to if he could and he couldn't if hedid. To get the battery off to-morrow--"
"It won't get off to-morrow, nor the next day, nor the next. You knowhow it always is. When Steve--"
"Oh, I don't know anything," said Anna, pulling free and moving off."But you, oh, you know it all, you and Steve!"
But the elder beauty was right. The battery did not go for more than afortnight, and Hilary came again that evening. Sitting together alone,he and Anna talked about their inner selves--that good old sign! andwhen she gave him a chance he told her what Greenleaf had said about herand the ocean. Also he confided to her his envy of small-staturedpeople, and told how it hurt him to go about showing the bigness of hisbody and hiding the pettiness of his soul. And he came the next eveningand the next, and the next, and the next, and the next.
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