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Miss Day left soon after Lora's marriage and no effort had been made to fill her place, Adelaide having undertaken to act as governess to Enna, now the only remaining occupant of the school-room. Taking advantage of an unusually cool breezy afternoon, Elsie rode over to Tinegrove, Mr. Howard's plantation to make a call.
Aurelie thus expected nine guests, all men of the first ability, with the exception of du Ronceret; but the Norman vanity and the brutal ambition of the Heir were fully on a par with Claude Vignon's literary power, Nathan's poetic gift, La Palferine's finesse, Couture's financial eye, Bixiou's wit, Finot's shrewdness, Maxime's profound diplomacy, and Leon de Lora's genius.
He lay motionless upon the white draped bed, a hero slain in the hour of his triumph, with broad chivalrous brows and tranquil lips, whence speech had fled for ever, grand and serene in the repose of a sleep that, like 'Lora's, had borne him away into peace. For him there was no longer storm, nor darkness, nor conflict. He beheld his God face to face in the light of the Perfect Day.
After dinner till nine o'clock, when a collation was served, though the conversation had been gay and grave by turns, and constantly enlivened by Leon de Lora's sallies for he is considered the most roguish wit of Paris to-day and by the good taste which will surprise no one after the list of guests, literature had scarcely been mentioned.
"What a delightful perfume," said he; "it reminds me of the violets at Aunt Lora's. Ah, that was when I was a little boy. Dear me, how long it seems since I thought of those days! She was a good old maiden lady! she lived yonder, behind the Exchange. She always had a sprig or a few blossoms in water, let the winter be ever so severe.
"Well, dear, the fact is, I've come around to Aunt Lora's way of thinking." "Eh?" "About germs." Kirk laughed, the first real laugh he had had for a year. "That insane fad of hers!" Ruth was serious. "I have," she said. "We're taking a great deal more care of Bill than in the old days. I hate to think of the way I used to let him run around wild then. He might have died." "What nonsense!
He drew 'Lora's note from his vest with a gesture of reverent tenderness, as though he loved the very paper his friend had touched, and were something loath to part with it to such indifferent hands and eyes as these. Carlotta Nero took it coldly, and glanced through the close-written pages with the languid air of a supercilious fine lady.
"I hope, for your sake, he won't turn out to be a waiter or a prize-fighter, but it won't make any difference to me." "You're crazy!" "Well, just now you said Aunt Lora was. If she is, I am." "I knew it! I said she had been putting these ghastly ideas into your head. I'd like to strangle that woman." "Don't you try! Have you ever felt Aunt Lora's biceps? It's like a man's.
But Lora Sayre had set her heart on that part for herself, so she said, in a half-absent way, "Yes, I think so." "You THINK so!" put in Jack Pennington. "I KNOW so! Patty would make a perfect 'Spirit of the Sea. I vote for her!" "I'm not a candidate," said Patty, who had divined Lora's wish. "I won't agree to take any special part until I know more about the whole thing."
She cast an imploring glance at him, as she returned to her seat; but he turned away his head, muttering, "It's all her own fault, for she wouldn't let me help her." As he looked up again, he caught his sister Lora's eyes fixed on him with an expression of scorn and contempt. He colored violently, and dropped his eyes upon his book.
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