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The Mariposa spoke decisively. "I shall go home and make Eunice play for me, and perhaps I shall dance off some of my restlessness." "Oh, dance for us," begged Kitty. "I will play for you, and you see that the piano is so placed that I can watch you at the same time. What shall I play? Some Spanish dances?" Ydo, full of the spirit of the thing, considered.
"The only time I have ever seen them together, Ydo and Marcia," continued Bea, who was in a loquacious mood and ready to be lured on by Hayden's interest, "was one evening when I happened to see them dining together at the Gildersleeve. They were with Mr. " Bea hesitated the twinkling of an eyelash, "an elderly man," she concluded rather lamely. Hayden looked straight ahead.
To put it frankly, I was reproaching him with his devotion to a most ineligible young woman, and he, in a rage, informed me that he cared nothing for her, and proclaimed, openly proclaimed, his infatuation for you." "Wilfred!" Ydo sat upright, her languid gaze brightening. "Really!" "Wilfred?" the mother repeated, with a rising inflection. "Yes, Wilfred; you were speaking of him, were you not?"
"What an idler I must seem to you who are always so occupied," he said. "Not at all. I, too, take vacations. But tell me how you have been idling lately." "I idled, if you call it that," he said, "yesterday afternoon at the wonderful fortune-teller's." "Oh, you have seen Ydo?" Marcia lifted her head involuntarily, and then meeting his surprised gaze, the color flooded her cheeks.
"It may be a circus-rider yet," admitted his mother. "I have been one," announced Ydo calmly, and Hayden could not tell whether she spoke the truth or fiction. "Well" there was a touch of impatience in her tones now "what do you wish me to do?" She lifted a fan from her lap, and rapidly furled and unfurled it, a sure sign of irritation with her.
She seemed completely nonplussed, and Hayden divined that this proud and resourceful Ydo felt herself overmatched and outwitted for the first time. She stood perfectly still, but gazing through her mask at Ames. "I I think that you will get your heart's desire, señor," she murmured at last, her voice broken, inaudible.
Ah, the thing was really to be settled at last. He drew a long sigh of relief as the burden of this waiting and suspense fell from his shoulders. Hayden's experience since the discovery of The Veiled Mariposa had convinced him that anything, anything was better than uncertainty. Meantime, Ydo, her Spanish accent more marked than usual, if anything, had asked: "Which is it first?
He again sank into somber silence. But Ydo was apparently unmoved. "There is one thing I meant to ask you this afternoon," she said, "but since I shall probably not have an opportunity to do so I want my curiosity appeased. Why is that mine called The Veiled Mariposa? Did you happen to find out?" "Yes," he answered, still entirely without interest.
Kitty and I have plied her with questions, because we were both interested in mademoiselle, but Marcia shuts her mouth tight and never says a word, merely remarking that for the present, Ydo desires nothing should be known. The more mysterious she appears, the better it is for business. Do you not think so?" "Naturally," he replied.
"Here!" cried Ydo, the music of her laughter filling the room as her eyes fell on Marcia. "Ah, I knew it! What did I tell you?" turning to Hayden. "What do you mean?" cried Marcia, startled, flushing. "I mean this," laughed Ydo. "That he," pointing to Hayden, "came to me about noon, frantic over the disappearance of his claims on Eldorado.
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