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"A nice dance you've led us," said he. "By Jove, I wouldn't have thought it of you, Betty."
"Maybe you don't understand yet," said I. "Wait till I've explained, and I'm sure you won't be cross, because you always were a dear."
"It's no good wheedling," he grumbled. "I'm not going to wait for anything. We've come to take you home, and the quicker you pack up and get ready the better."
"What do you mean by home?" I enquired.
"To Mrs. Stuyvesant-Knox's house in New York, where she says she'll be good enough to put us up till the next decent s.h.i.+p sails for England."
"I'm not going back to Mrs. Stuyvesant-Knox's," said I. "She knows why it's impossible."
"Rot," said Stan. "She's jolly kind to have you, after the way you've acted. Anybody'd think you were eight, instead of eighteen. You deserve to be put on bread and water for making me come three thousand miles to fetch you home."
"I didn't ask you to come," said I, "and you needn't have bothered. Is Vic engaged yet?"
"Yes, she is; the day before I started. What's that got to do with it?"
"A good deal, according to her," I replied. "I'm engaged, too."
"The d.i.c.kens you are!" exclaimed Stan, getting redder than ever, while Mrs. Ess Kay gave a little start and glared at Sally.
My blood was up now, and I didn't care what I said. The sooner Stan knew everything just as it was, the better.
"Yes, the d.i.c.kens I am," I echoed, defiantly, "and I don't intend to be treated like a naughty child, by anyone. I've done nothing wrong, or underhand. We've only been engaged since yesterday, though we both fell in love at first sight on s.h.i.+pboard, and we've written to mother and you, this very morning."
"Engaged to a man you met on s.h.i.+pboard!" repeated Stan, looking flabbergasted, and turning from me to Mrs. Ess Kay.
"Tom Doremus!" she gasped. "Yet no, that's impossible. He's in Newport.
But there was no one else. I was particularly careful."
"I am engaged to marry Mr. James Brett," I said. "He is----"
"There was no such man on the s.h.i.+p," she broke in, sharply.
Then, suddenly, she almost jumped.
"Goodness _gracious!_" she exclaimed. "Oh, Duke, this is too _awful_. I remember there was a person in the _steerage_. But this is madness. It can't be----"
"He did cross in the steerage," I said. "What of it? He is the best, and handsomest man I ever saw, and there's no finer gentleman than he; you can ask Sally if there is, for she knows him."
"And thoroughly approves of him," Sally finished, taking my hand.
"Duke, I a.s.sure you Betty is to be congratulated. I understand that the d.u.c.h.ess was not averse to her marrying an American, and the one she has chosen is of the very best type."
"I beg your pardon, Miss Woodburn, but hang the type," said Stan, who never did get on with Sally. "It's absolutely impossible that my sister should marry such a person, and you ought to have known better than to encourage her. This is a hundred times worse than I thought when I flung up the best shoot of the season to come and fetch you, Betty. You and I were always by way of being pals, but I agree with the Mater now; you've behaved disgracefully, and as for the man, whoever he is----"
"Here he comes to speak for himself," cut in Sally, squeezing my hand hard.
There was a sound in the distance; voices shouting, but not the voice I loved. We all looked, and a black horse with a man on his back sprang into sight, like a rocket gone wrong. It was Jim, looking more beautiful than any picture of a man ever painted, his face transported with the joy of battle and triumph, and that fiend in horse shape under him doing all he knew to kill.
It was a terrible and yet a splendid thing to see, that struggle. I hadn't known how I adored Jim, and how I admired him, till I saw him with that smile on his face, sitting the black devil as if he were one with him in spite of the brute's murderous plunges.
The two shot past the house like a streak of lightning, then wheeled back again, the horse clearing a ditch and a five-barred fence from one meadow into another; but he didn't jump in spite of Jim; rather was it in spite of himself. Then there was a series of mad buck jumpings, leaps into the air, and downward plunges. The beast sat on his haunches, and then reared up with a great bound, to waltz on his hind legs and paw the air, snorting. But still Jim smiled and kept his seat without the least apparent effort.
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"Jove! that fellow can ride," muttered Stan, taken out of himself by his man's admiration for a man.
"It's Jim Brett, _my_ Jim Brett," I cried. "What do you think of him now?"
But it didn't occur to Stan to answer. I don't suppose he even heard; he was far too deeply absorbed in the pa.s.sing drama; and in a minute more Jim and the black horse were out of sight again.
But I was not at all afraid for him now. I was only proud, and sure--as sure as I was of life--that he would conquer.
n.o.body spoke. Mr. Trowbridge, and Mr. Jacobsen, the disagreeable cowbell man who owned the horse, ran by as fast as they could go, too excited to glance at the house, and Albert and Elisha followed. Mrs.
Trowbridge and the girls had come out from the kitchen and were hanging over the nearest fence. Patty was whimpering a little, so I guessed all in a flash that she had cared for Jim. (But she is so sweet she will get over it now he is mine; and already I've made her realise thoroughly what a fine fellow the great Whit is.)
We stood still in our places and watched. I could hear my heart beat, and it had not time to calm down before Jim came riding back on the black horse--a changed black horse, all winning airs and graces, to cover shamed penitence now.
The creature pirouetted up the side road, and Jim stopped him at the verandah, patting the throbbing black neck. "Well? I believe I'll buy him myself," he said smiling to me; and then he saw Mrs. Ess Kay and my brother.
"By Jove, Harborough!" said Stan. "It _is_ you, isn't it? Surely it isn't your double?"
"Harborough it is," said Jim, while I listened, dumb with wonder. "How are you, Duke? I was rather expecting you might turn up; but I cabled to you last night to Boodles', and wrote you this morning on the chance you hadn't started."
"Well, I'm blowed," remarked Stan, most inelegantly. "Are you Brett, or is Brett you, or is he somebody else?"
"My name is James Brett Harborough; perhaps you didn't know, or had forgotten," said Jim; and then, jumping off the horse and throwing the lines to Mr. Jacobsen, who had just trotted anxiously up, he came to me.
"Will you forgive me?" he asked.
"I don't know yet what it's all about," I said, dully.
"Miss Woodburn knows; and Mohunsleigh knew. You see, he and I were old pals, so I told him I was in love with his cousin, and was going to try hard to win her, in my own way. You remember Mohunsleigh's friend Harborough. You said the other day you were sorry for him, and--you wished him joy of his love affair."
"Oh, is _that_ the reason you pretended to be only Jim Brett?"
"I _am_ Jim Brett. But now you understand, will you forgive me?"
"I don't understand yet, except that you must have been afraid I might care more for your money than for you, if I knew. Oh, how _could_ you think such a thing of me? But about the steerage----"
"That was beforehand. It had nothing to do with you, though everything that was to come, came from it. I was abroad for a couple of years, and a friend I knocked up against in Paris last June bet me a thousand dollars that in spite of all my queer experiences, I wouldn't have the pluck to rough it in the steerage of a big ocean liner. I took the bet, and won it. If it hadn't been for seeing you, I should have gone West almost at once after landing in New York, but I _had_ seen you, so I stayed. Luckily for me, I'd met Miss Woodburn often in San Francisco and once here. She recognised me in my steerage get-up and was the only one who did; but her tact kept her from spoiling sport. She guessed there must be a game on, and said not a word to anyone. She wouldn't, even if I hadn't managed to send her a note, which I did. I had a conversation with her on board, too, the day before getting in, and--we talked about you. Even then I felt sure you couldn't be the sort of girl to care about money, but----"
"It was partly my fault, Betty," Sally broke in when he paused. "To be quite, quite frank, I knew that the d.u.c.h.ess had fallen in with some ideas of Katherine's, and I couldn't tell how far your bringing up mightn't have influenced your nature, so I encouraged Mr. Harborough to test you by keeping up the story that he was a poor young fellow named Jim Brett. It handicapped him, and kept him away from you; but you were interested in him to start with, and I did my best to keep up the romance. I thought he wouldn't lose by it in the end, and he hasn't.
There was the morning in the Park; I managed that; and I got Katherine to send him an invitation to her big party. He was playing a waiting game, because he wanted you to care in spite of every drawback, or else he wouldn't want you to care at all; and then, before he was ready for any _coup_, Fate stepped in and did the rest."
"In the best way it could have been done, I think," said Jim. "Now, little girl, do you understand, and have you forgiven me?"
"I'd like to think you could have trusted me from the very first, without playing at all," I answered. "Still--it _is_ romantic, isn't it? And besides, even if I were very angry, I--I'm afraid I'd forgive you _anything_ after seeing you ride that horse."