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Good Heavens, no!" "Fishing then." "Fishing is a delightful recreation in a rippling brook, on a hot August day, but in this month and in this weather! For a Massachusetts young lady, Dithy, I must say your guessing education has been shamefully neglected. No, I have come for something better than either fishing or shooting I have come for you." "Charley!"
"DEAREST DITHY: Just half-an-hour ago I came home from a splendid ball, the most splendid by far of the winter, and before one ray of all its brilliance fades from my frivolous mind, let me sit down and tell you all about it if I can.
If Sir Victor were in love with herself, was not his fitting place by her side in this trying hour, instead of meandering about with Dithy? And what business had Dithy monopolizing another girl's lover? "I think I shall ride ever to Drexel Court between this and dinner," Sir Victor said. "I promised Hampton " Lady Helena laughed and interrupted: "And Lady Gwendoline is there I understand.
"Don't tell him, please, but it seems it seems so real, I had to tell you." She turned her face away. And Trixy, with suspicious dimness in her eyes, stooped down and kissed that thin, wan face. "You poor little Dithy!" she said; "you do like Charley, don't you? no, it's not a dream you were married nearly a fortnight ago. The hope of my life is realized you are my sister, and Charley's wife!"
"What an admirable thing is common-sense! Does Sir Victor know about the hand-shaking and the cousinly agreement?" "Don't be sarcastic, Beatrix; it isn't your forte! Be very sure of that." "Ah! such as it is," puts in Trix cynically; "and when, is it to be, Dithy the wedding?" "My dear Trix, I only said yes this morning. Gentlemen don't propose and fix the wedding-day all in a breath.
Miss Stuart, on her own account, was full of triumph and happiness. Sir Victor had been most devoted, "most devoted" said Trix, in italics, "that is, for him. He danced with me very often, and he spoke several times of you, Dithy, dear. He couldn't understand why you absented yourself from the last party of the season no more can I for that matter.
Edith Darrell unclasped her arms and pushed her away. "I'm tired, Trix; I'm cold." She shivered from head to foot. "I want to go to bed." "But won't you say something, Dithy? Won't you wish me joy?" "I wish you joy." Her lips kept that strange feeling of stiffness her face had lost every trace of color. Oh, to be alone and free from Trix!
"With Sir Victor alone?" "With Sir Victor alone!" "What did you talk about, Miss Darrell?" "More than I care to repeat for your edification, Mr. Stuart. Have you any more questions to ask, pray?" "One or two; did he ask you to marry him, Edith?" "Ah, no!" Edith answers with a sigh that is genuine; "there is no such luck as that in store for Dithy Darrell.
"Our friends on the other side appear to be in excellent spirits at least," says Lady Helena, smiling in sympathy with that merry peal; "what a very charming girl Miss Darrell is." Trixy shoots one swift, sidelong glance at the baronet's face, and answers demurely: "Oh, it's an understood thing that Dithy and Charley are never really happy, except when together.
"The ball was held at the De Rooyter house, up the avenue, in honor of their distinguished English guests, Lady Helena Powyss, of Powyss Place, Cheshire, and Sir Victor Catheron, of Catheron Royals, Cheshire. How grand the titles sound! My very pen expands as it writes those patrician names. Lady Helena. Oh, Dithy! how delicious it must be to be, 'My Lady! "What did I wear, you ask?
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