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Kemp, who had come down in the house truck with Madge's trunks, stood stiff and straight by the door. Being off with Miss MacVeigh he was on with Miss Bannister. Girls might come and girls might go in his master's life, but Kemp had an air of going on forever. When he had seated Becky, Dalton stepped back and gave hurried instructions.
He never could think of this hope without smiling to himself. He had at last obtained the explanation of Madge's effort and success. By the superb result he measured the strength of the love which had led to it. "Great Scott!" his favorite expletive he had thought; "what a compass there is in her nature!
She was also desirous, if possible, to engage her companion in some narrative which might be carried on in a lower tone of voice, for she was in great apprehension lest the elevated notes of Madge's conversation should direct her mother or the robbers in search of them.
Where was the "white disdain," the dignity, the pallor and emaciation? Could this be Madge's Queen Hildegarde? Or rather, thought the girl, with a sudden revulsion of feeling, could this Hildegarde ever have been the other?
Taking my letter to the house in which Madge lived, I asked for her maid, telling the house servant I would wait at the street door: for, as I did not wish to meet any of the three ladies, I considered it safer to entrust the letter to Madge's own woman. The girl came down; but I had no sooner handed her the letter, and told her what to do with it, than I heard Madge's voice in the hall above.
"You would say 'Oh, Dorothy, many times if you knew all." Another pause ensued, after which Madge asked: "How did you know he had been smoking?" "I I tasted it," responded Dorothy. "How could you taste it? I hope you did not smoke?" returned Madge in wonderment. Dorothy smothered a little laugh, made two or three vain attempts to explain, tenderly put her arms about Madge's neck and kissed her.
The words had slipped from Madge's lips without forethought, and, instantly, she very much regretted them; but, now that she had uttered them she did not so much as think of trying to recall them or deny their truth. "Yes, and I ain't ashamed of it," said she. "I do love him a thousand times better nor you ever dreamed of." "What good will it do you?" asked her rival, coldly.
Punctual to the moment, Captain King arrived at the door, and entered, and went upstairs. He was not a little excited. Now he would see Nan and not only her, but also this clergyman, whom he was also curious to see. At such a moment arriving as Madge's accepted suitor it was not Nan that he ought to have been thinking about.
You always divide everything you have with me, and I don't see why you can't let me be generous for once." Madge's eyes were misty. The thought of her mother and father made it hard for her to speak without emotion. "Besides," she added, smiling in her charming fashion, "I will never wear a pink gown. No one need try to persuade me. It wouldn't be in keeping with my red hair!"
How had Madge guessed their plan? "We won't row with you unless you make us this promise," threatened Phyllis. Flora Harris and Alice Paine also insisted that this promise be given, and after a good-natured protest on their part, the young men finally agreed to Madge's demand. The five sculls were waiting out on the water.
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