It was only by his extraordinary powers of persuasion that Pinky Payne had won his aunts consent to make this call, and, being Sunday afternoon, the recognized at-home day in Corinth, they had gone to the Adams house unannounced, and asked for Miss Austin.
Upstairs, Mrs. Adams tapped at the girls door.
It was opened slowly, it would seem, grudgingly, and Anita looked out inquiringly.
Callers for you, Miss Austin, the landlady said, cheerily.
For me? I know no one.
Oh, now, you come on down. Its Mrs. Bates, and her nephew, Pinky Payne. Theyre our best people
What makes you think I want to see your best people?
I dont say you do, but they want to see you, and oh, pshaw, now, be a little sociable. It wont hurt you.
Please say to Mrs. Bates that I have no desire to form new acquaintances, and I beg to be excused from appearing.
But do you know who she is? Shes the lady thats going to marry Doctor Waring, the new President. And Pinckney Payne, her cousin, is a mighty nice boy.
Mrs. Adams thought she detected an expression of wavering on the girls face, and she followed up her advantage.
Yes, hes an awfully nice chap and just about your age, I should judge.
Ill go down, said Miss Austin, briefly, and Mrs. Adams indulged in a sly smile of satisfaction.
Its Pinky that fetched her, she thought to herself. Young folks are young folks, the world over.
Triumphantly, Mrs. Adams ushered Anita into the small parlor.
Mrs. Bates, she said, and Mr. Payne, Miss Austin.
Then she left them, for Esther Adams had strict notions of her duties as a boarding-house landlady.
Mrs. Bates? Anita said, going to her and taking her hand.
Yes, Miss Austin, I am very glad to know you.
But the words ceased suddenly as Emily Bates looked into the girls eyes. Such a depth of sorrow was there, such unmistakable tragedy and a hint of fear. What could it all mean? Surely this was a strange girl.
We have never met before, have we? Mrs. Bates said, almost involuntarily, for the girls gaze was too intent to be given to a stranger.
No, Anita said, recovering her poise steadily but slowly, not that I remember.
We have, burst forth the irrepressible Pinky. I say, Miss Austin, please realize that Im here as well as my more celebrated aunt! Dont you remember the morning I met you on the bridge, and you were just about to throw yourself over the parapet?
Oh, no, I wasnt, and a delightful smile lighted the dark little face. The lips were very scarlet, but it was unmistakably Natures own red, and as they parted over even and pearly teeth, the smile transformed Miss Austin into a real beauty.
It disappeared quickly, however, and Pinky Payne thenceforward made it his earnest endeavor to bring it back as often as possible.
Of course you werent, agreed Mrs. Bates, dont pay any attention to that foolish boy.
Im a very nice boy, if I am foolish, Pinky declared, but Miss Austin vaguely ignored him, and kept her intent gaze fixed on Emily Bates.
We thought perhaps you would go with us over to Doctor Warings for tea, Mrs. Bates said, after an interval of aimless chat. It would, I am sure be a pleasant experience for you. Wouldnt you like it?
Doctor Warings? repeated Anita, her voice low and tense, as if the idea was of more importance than it seemed.
Yes; I may take you, for the Doctor is my fiance, we are to be married next month.
No! cried the girl, with such a sharp intonation that Mrs. Bates was startled.
Sure they are, put in Pinky, anxious to cover up any eccentricity on the part of this girl in whom he took an increasing interest. Theyre as blissful as two young turtle-doves. Come on, Miss Austin, lets go over there. Its a duck of a house to go to, and jolly good people there. The view from the study window is worth going miles to see. Youre an artist, yes?
I sketch some, was the brief reply.
All right; if you can find a prettier spot to sketch on this terrestrial globe than the picture by the Waring study window, Ill buy it for you! Toddle up and get your hat.
His gay good nature was infectious and Anita smiled again as she went for her hat and coat.
The walk was but a short one, and when they entered the Waring home they found a cheery group having tea in the pleasant living room.
Doctor Waring was not present and Mrs. Peyton was pouring tea, while Helen and Robert Tyler served it. The capable Ito had always Sunday afternoon for his holiday, and while Nogi, the Japanese second man, was willing enough, his training was incomplete, and his blunders frequent. He was a new servant, and though old Ito had hopes of educating him, Mrs. Peyton was doubtful about it. However, she thought, soon the responsibilities of the Waring menage would be hers no longer, and she resolved to get along with the inexperienced Nogi while she remained.
Mrs. Peyton was very regretful at the coming change of affairs.
She had looked upon John Waring as a confirmed bachelor, and had not expected he would ever marry. Now, she declared, he was marrying only because he thought it wiser for a College President to have a wife as a part of his domestic outfit.
Helen disagreed with her mother about this. She said Doctor Waring had begun to take a personal interest in the attractive Mrs. Bates before he had any idea of becoming President of the University.
But it didnt matter. The wedding was imminent, and Mrs. Peyton had received due notice that her services would be no longer needed.
It was a blow to her, and it had made her depressed and disconsolate. Also, a little resentful, even spiteful toward Emily Bates.
The housekeeper greeted Miss Austin with a cold smile, and then disregarded her utterly.
Helen was frankly curious, and met the newcomer with full intention of finding out all about her.
For Helen Peyton had heard of Miss Mystery from her friend and admirer, Robert Tyler, who, however, did not report that the girl had snubbed him more than once.
One or two other guests were present and, having been told of Mrs. Bates arrival Doctor Waring and his secretary came from the study and joined the others at tea.
With a welcoming smile, John Waring greeted his fiancee, and then Mrs. Bates turned to the girl she had brought.
Miss Austin, she said, let me present Doctor Waring. John, Miss Anita Austin.
At that very moment Helen Peyton offered Waring a cup of tea, and he was in the act of taking it from her hand when Mrs. Bates made the introduction.
The cup and saucer fell to the floor with a crash, and those nearest saw the Doctors face blanch suddenly white, and his hand clench on a nearby chair.
But with a sudden, desperate effort he pulled himself together, and gave a little laugh, as he directed Nogi to remove the wrecked teacup.
Pick up the four corners, and carry it all off at once, he ordered, pointing to the small rug on which the cup had fallen, and Nogi, a little clumsily, obeyed.
Pardon the awkwardness, Miss Austin, he said, turning to smile at the girl, but even as he did so, his voice trembled, and he turned hastily away.
What is it, John? asked Emily Bates, going to his side. Are you ill?
No, no, dear; its its all right. That foolish teacup upset my nerves. Ill go off by myself for a few moments.
Somewhat abruptly, he left the room and went back to his study.
Somewhat abruptly, he left the room and went back to his study.
Listening intently, Mrs. Bates heard him lock the door on the inside.
Im sorry, she said, turning to Anita, but I know youll forgive Doctor Waring. He is under so much strain at present, and a foolish accident, like the broken teacup, is enough to give him a nervous shock.
I know, said the girl, sympathetically. He must be very busy and absorbed.
She spoke, as she often did, in a perfunctory way, as if not interested in what she was saying. Her glance wandered and she bit her red lower lip, as if nervous herself. Yet she was exceedingly quiet and calm of demeanor, and her graceful attitudes betokened only a courteous if disinterested guest.
Gordon Lockwood immediately followed his chief and tapped at the locked study door.
All right, Lockwood, Waring recognized the knock. I dont want you now. Ill reappear shortly. Go back to the tea room.
Willingly, Lockwood went back, hoping to have a chance for conversation with Miss Mystery.
She was chatting gayly with Helen Peyton, Pinky and Mrs. Tyler.
To Lockwoods surprise, Miss Austin was really gay and merry and quite held her own in the chaff and repartee.
Yet as Lockwood noted her more closely, his quick perception told him her gayety was forced.
The secretarys ability to read human nature was almost uncanny, and he truly believed the girl was making merry only by reason of her firm determination to do so.
Why? He wondered.
Gordon Lockwood was a rare type of man. He was possessed of the most impassive face, the most immobile countenance imaginable. He never allowed himself to show the slightest excitement or even interest. This habit, acquired purposely at first, had grown upon him until it was second nature. He would not admit anything could move him, could stir his poise or disturb his equanimity. He heard the most gratifying or the most exasperating news with equal attention and equal lack of surprise or enthusiasm.
Yet, though this may sound unattractive, so great was Lockwoods personality, so responsive and receptive his real nature beneath his outer calm, that all who really knew him liked him and trusted him.
Waring depended on him in every respect. He was more than a secretary to his employer. He was counselor and friend as well.
And Waring appreciated this, and rated Lockwood high in his esteem and affection.
Of course, with his insight, Gordon Lockwood could not be blind to the fact that both Mrs. Peyton and her daughter would be pleased if he could fall a victim to the charms of the fair Helen. Nor could he evade the conviction that Mrs. Peyton herself had entertained hopes of becoming mistress of the Waring home, until the advent of Emily Bates had spoiled her chances.
But these things were merely self-evident facts, and affected in no way the two men concerned.
The Peytons were treated with pleasant regard for both, and that ended the matter so far as they were concerned.
The subject had never been alluded to by Waring or Lockwood, but each understood, and when the Doctors marriage took place, that would automatically end the Peytons incumbency.
And now, Gordon Lockwood smiled patronizingly at himself, as he was forced to admit an unreasonable, inexplicable interest in a slip of a girl with a dark, eerie little face and a manner grave and gay to extremes.
For Anita was positively laughing at some foolishness of Pinky Paynes. Still, Lockwood concluded, watching her narrowly, yet unobserved, she was laughing immoderately. She was laughing for some reason other than merriment. It verged on hysterical, he decided, and wondered why.
He joined the group of young people, and in his quiet but effective way, he said:
Youve had enough foolery for the moment, Miss Austin, come and talk to me.
And to the girls amazement, he took her hand and led her to a davenport on the other side of the room.
There, he said, as he arranged a pillow or two, is that right?
Yes, she said, and lapsed into silence.
She sat, looking off into vacancy, and Lockwood studied her. Then he said, softly:
Its too bad, isnt it?
Yes, Anita sighed, and then suddenly; what do you mean? Whats too bad?
Whatever it is that troubles you. The deep blue eyes met her own, but there was no sign of response or acquiescence on the girls face.
Good-by, she said, rising quickly, I must go.
Oh, no, dont go, cried Pinky, overhearing. Why, youve only just come.
Yes, I must go, said Miss Mystery, decidedly. Good afternoon, Mrs. Bates, and thank you for bringing me. Good afternoon, Mrs. Peyton.
Including all the others in a general bow of farewell, the strange girl went to the front door, and paused for the attendant Nogi to open it.
Door-tending the assistant butler understood, and he punctiliously waited until Miss Austin had buttoned her gloves and had given an adjusting pat to her veil, after a fleeting glance in the hall mirror.
Then he opened the door with an obsequious air, and closed it behind her departing figure.
But it was immediately flung open again by Pinky Payne, who ran through it and after the girl.
Wait a minute, Miss Austin. How fast you walk! Im going home with you.
Please not, she said, indifferently, scarcely glancing at him.
Yep. Gotto. Getting near dusk, and you might be kidnapped. Neednt talk if you dont want to.
I never want to talk! was the surprising and crisply spoken retort.
Well, didnt I say you neednt! Dont get wrathy dont ee, dont ee now, as my old Scotch nurse used to say.
But Miss Mystery gave him no look, although she allowed him to fall into step beside her, and the two walked rapidly along.
Howd you like the looks of the Doctor? Pinky asked, hoping to induce conversation.
I scarcely saw him.
Oh, you saw him, though you had small chance to get to know him. Perfect old brick, but a little on edge of late. Approaching matrimony, I suppose. Did you notice his ruby stickpin?
Yes; it didnt seem to suit him at all.
No; hes a conservative dresser. But that pin, its a famous gem, was given him by his own class, I mean his graduating class, but long after they graduated, and he had to promise to wear it once a week, so he usually gets into it on Sundays. Its a corking stone!
Yes, said Miss Austin.
On reaching the Adams house, the girl said a quick good-by, and Pinky Payne found himself at liberty to go in and see the other members of the household, or to go home, for Miss Austin disappeared into the hall and up the staircase with the rapidity of a dissolving view.
Young Payne turned away and strolled slowly back to the Waring home, wondering what it was about the disagreeable young woman that made him pay any attention to her at all.
He found her the topic of discussion when he arrived.
Of all rude people, Mrs. Peyton declared, she was certainly the worst!
She was! Helen agreed. I couldnt make her out at all. And I dont call her pretty, either.
I do, observed Emily Bates. I call her very pretty, and possessed of great charm.
Charm! scoffed Helen; I cant see it.
She isnt rude, Pinky defended the absent. Im sure, Mrs. Peyton, she made her adieux most politely. Why should she have stayed longer? She didnt know any of us, and, perhaps she doesnt like any of us.