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The two men eyed each other, half recognizing, half perplexed, till with a smile the Virginian exclaimed, "Mr. Bernard, I believe?" and, claiming acquaintance from having seen him on the stage and heard of him from friends, invited him to come and rest at his house near by, to which he pointed. That familiar front, the now wholly familiar face and form, "Mount Vernon!
But Steve must have divined it. For while a few of us still sat finishing our supper, that facetious horseman returned from doctoring his horse's hoofs, put his head into the dining room, took in the way in which the Virginian was engaging his victim in conversation, remarked aloud, "I've lost!" and closed the door again. "What's he lost?" inquired the American drummer.
"The Virginian creeper would be the best," said the Rector's wife; and they went in to calculate the expenses of bringing Mr Wentworth before Dr Lushington. Miss Dora, at very nearly the same moment, was confiding to her sister Cecilia, under vows of secrecy, the terrible sight she had seen from the summer-house window. They went to bed with very sad hearts in consequence, both these good women.
It was not indeed. Five years of gathered hate had looked out of the man's eyes. And she asked her lover who this was. "Oh," said he, easily, "just a man I see now and then." "Is his name Trampas?" said Molly Wood. The Virginian looked at her in surprise. "Why, where have you seen him?" he asked. "Never till now. But I knew." "My gracious! Yu' never told me yu' had mind-reading powers."
Scipio now officiated. His frying-pan was busy, and prosperous odors rose from it. "Run for a bucket of fresh water, Shorty," the Virginian continued, beginning his meal. "Colonel, yu' cook pretty near good. If yu' had sold 'em as advertised, yu'd have cert'nly made a name." Several were now eating with satisfaction, but not Scipio. It was all that he could do to cook straight.
The lion glowered over the lamb like a thundercloud. "He is a Virginian," said Frowenfeld. "He is an American, and no American can be honest." "You are prejudiced," exclaimed the young man. Citizen Fusilier made himself larger. "What is prejudice? I do not know." "I am an American myself," said Frowenfeld, rising up with his face burning. The citizen rose up also, but unruffled.
The scarlet faded from his face, his frame steadied, and he forced a smile. Also he called to his aid a certain soldierly, honest-seeming frankness of speech and manner which he could assume at will. "Your Virginian sunshine dazzleth the eyes, sir," he said. "Of a verity it made me think you on guard. Forgive me my mistake." I bowed. "Your lordship will find me at your service.
"If I were in Holmesy's place, I wouldn't come in," rejoined the Virginian. "I'd stay out, just as Holmesy is doing." "But you were one of Prescott's thick friends, too." "I'm not his roommate, or his schoolboy chum, suh. Holmesy is. "It's hard to lose either of them," sighed Douglass, "and fierce to lose both of them.
"How long do you remain?" asked Ralston, as they neared the end of the bridge. "A few days only," answered Leslie "perhaps a week or two. I came up to catch the moon on the Falls." "You should have come in time, then, and seen the eclipse," said the Virginian. "Aha!" said Tom Leslie to himself. "One point of information gained, if no more!
So that little Mistress of the Virginian Castlewood, for whom, I am sure, we have all the greatest respect, had the knack of rendering the people round about her uncomfortable; quarrelled with those she loved best, and exercised over them her wayward jealousies and imperious humours, until they were not sorry to leave her.
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