The Valiants of Virginia Part 33

He held her crushed to him. She could feel his heart thudding madly.

"I've always known you," he said. "I've seen you a thousand times. I saw you coming to meet me down a cherry-blossomed lane in Kyoto. I've seen your eyes peering from behind a veil in India. I've heard your voice calling to me, through the padding camels' feet, from the desert mirages. You are the dream I have gone searching always! Ah, _s.h.i.+rley_, _s.h.i.+rley_, _s.h.i.+rley_!"

CHAPTER x.x.xVII

THE DOCTOR SPEAKS

While the vibrant strings hummed and sang through the roses, and the couples drifted on tireless and content, or blissfully "sat out" dances on the stairway, Katharine Fargo held her stately court no less gaily for the stealthy doubt that was creeping over her spirit. She had been so certain of what would happen that evening that when her father (between cigars on the porch with Judge Chalmers and Doctor Southall) had searched her out under a flag-of-truce, she had sent him to the right-about, laughingly declining to depart before royalty. But number followed number, and the knight in purple and gold had not paused again before her. Now the scarlet cloak no longer flaunted among the dancers, and the white satin gown and sparkling coronal had disappeared. The end of the next "round-dance" found her subsiding into the flower-banked alcove suddenly distrait amid her escort's sallies. It was at this moment that she saw, entering the corridor from the garden, the missing couple.

It was not the faint flush on s.h.i.+rley's cheek--that was not deep--nor was it his nearness to her, though they stood closely, as lovers might. But there was in both their faces a something that resurgent conventionality had not had time to cover--a trembling reflection of that "light that never was, on sea or land"--which was like a death-stab to what lay far deeper than Katharine's heart, her pride. She drew swiftly back, dismayed at the sudden verification, and for an instant her whole body chilled.

A craving for a gla.s.s of water has served its purpose a thousand times; as her cavalier solicitously departed to fetch the cooling draught, she rose, and carelessly humming the refrain the music had just left off, sauntered lightly out by another door to the open air. A swift glance about her showed her she was un.o.bserved and she stepped down to the gra.s.s and along the winding path to a bench at some distance in the shrubbery. Here the smiling mask slipped from her face and with a s.h.i.+ver she dropped her hot face in her hands.

There were no tears. The wave that was welling over her was one of bitter humiliation. She had shot her bolt and missed--she, Katharine Fargo! For three years she had held John Valiant, romantically speaking, in the hollow of her shapely hand. Now she had all but thrown herself at his feet--and he had turned away to this flame-haired, vivid girl whom he had not known as many months! The rankling barb was dipped in no poison of unrequited love. Hers was the anger of the self-willed and intensely proud woman denied her dearest wish, and crossed and flouted for the first time in her pampered exquisite life.

Heavy footfalls all at once approached her--two men were coming from the house. There was the spitting crackle of a match, and as she peered out, its red flare lighted the ma.s.sive face and floating hair of Major Bristow. His companion's face was in the shadow. She waited, thinking they would pa.s.s; but to her annoyance, when she looked again, they had seated themselves on a bench a few paces away.

To be found mooning in the shrubbery like a schoolgirl did not please her, but it seemed there was no recourse, and she had half arisen, when the major's gruff-voiced companion spoke a name that caused her to sit down abruptly. To do Katharine justice, it did not occur to her at the moment that she was eavesdropping. And such was the significance of the sentences she heard, and such their bearing on the turmoil of her mind, that a woman of more sensitive fiber might have lingered.

"Bristow, s.h.i.+rley's a magnificent girl."

"Finest in seven counties," agreed the major's ba.s.s.

"Whom do you reckon she'll choose to marry?"

"Chilly Lusk, of course. The boy's been in love with her since they were in bibs. And he comes as near being fit for her as anybody."

"Humph!" said the other sardonically. "No man I ever saw was half good enough for a good woman. But good women marry just the same. It isn't Lusk. I used to think it would be, but I've got a pair of eyes in my head, if you haven't. It's young Valiant."

The pearl fan twisted in Katharine's fingers. What she had guessed was an open secret, then!

The major made an exclamation that had the effect of coming after a jaw-dropped silence. "I--I never thought of that!"

The other resumed slowly, somewhat bitterly, it seemed to the girl listening. "If her mother was in love with Sa.s.soon--"

Katharine's heart beat fast and then stood still. Sa.s.soon! That was the name of the man Valiant's father had killed in that old duel of which Judge Chalmers had told! "If her mother"--s.h.i.+rley Dandridge's mother--"was in love with Sa.s.soon!" Why--

"_Was_ she?"

The major's query held a sharpness that seemed almost appeal. She was conscious that the other had faced about abruptly.

"I've always believed so, certainly. If she had loved Valiant, would she have thrown him over merely because he broke his promise not to be a party to a quarrel?"

"You think not?" said the major huskily.

"Not under the circ.u.mstances. Valiant was forced into it. No gentleman, at that day, could have declined the meeting. He could have explained it to Judith's satisfaction--a woman doesn't need much evidence to justify the man she's in love with. He must have written her--he couldn't have gone away without that--and if she had loved him, she would have called him back."

The major made no answer. Katharine saw a cigar fall unheeded upon the gra.s.s, where it lay glowing like a panther's eye.

The other had risen now, his stooped figure bulking in the moonlight.

His voice sounded harsh and strained: "I loved Beauty Valiant," he said, "and his son is his son to me--but I have to think of Judith, too. She fainted, Bristow, when she saw him--s.h.i.+rley told me about it. Her mother has made her think it was the scent of the roses! He's his father's living image, and he's brought the past back with him. Every sound of his voice, every sight of his face, will be a separate stab! Oh, his mere presence will be enough for Judith to bear. But with her heart in the grave with Sa.s.soon, what would love between s.h.i.+rley and young Valiant mean to her? Think of it!"

He broke off, and there was a blank of silence, in which he turned with almost a sigh. Then Katharine saw him reach the bench with a single stride and drop his hand on the bowed shoulder.

"Bristow!" he said bruskly. "You're ill! This confounded philandering at your time of life--"

The major's face looked ashy pale, but he got up with a laugh. "Not I,"

he said; "I was never better in my life! We've had our mouthful of air.

Come on back to the house."

"Not much!" grunted the other. "I'm going where we both ought to have been hours ago." He threw away his cigar and stalked down the path into the darkness.

The major stood looking after him till he had disappeared, then suddenly dropped on the bench and covered his face. Something like a groan burst from him.

"My G.o.d!" he said, and his voice came to Katharine with a quaver of age and suffering--very different from the jovial accents of the ballroom--"if I were only sure it _was_ Sa.s.soon!"

Presently he rose, and went slowly toward the lighted doorway.

CHAPTER x.x.xVIII

THE AMBUSH

Not long after, from the musicians' bower the sound of _Home, Sweet Home_ drifted over the poignant rose-scent, and presently the driveway resounded to rolling wheels and the voices of negro drivers, and the house-entrance jostled with groups, m.u.f.fled in loose carriage-wraps, silken cloaks and light overcoats, calling tired but laughing farewells.

Katharine, on the step, found herself looking into Valiant's eyes. "How can I tell you how much I have enjoyed it all?" she said. "I've stayed till the very last minute--which is something for one's fourth season!

And now, good-by, for we are off to-morrow for Hot Springs." Her face may have been a little worn, a trifle hard under the emerald-tinted eyes, but her smile seemed friendly and unclouded.

Her father had long ago betaken himself homeward, and the big three-seated surrey--holding "six comf'table and nine fumiliah," in the phrase of Lige the coachman--had returned for the rest: Judge Chalmers, the two younger girls and s.h.i.+rley. Katharine greeted the latter with a charming smile. What more natural than that she should find herself straightway on the rear seat with royalty? The two girls safely disposed in the middle, the judge climbed up beside the driver, who cracked his whip and they were off.

The way was not long, and Katharine had need of despatch if that revengeful weapon were to be used which fate had put into her hands. She wasted little time.

"It seems so strange," she said, "to find our host in such surroundings!

I can scarcely believe him the same John Valiant I've danced with a hundred times in New York. He's been here such a short while and yet he couldn't possibly be more at home if he'd lived in Virginia always. And you all treat him as if he were quite one of yourselves."

s.h.i.+rley smiled enchantingly. "Why, yes," she said, "maybe it seems odd to outsiders. But, you see, with us a Valiant is always a Valiant. No matter where he has lived, he's the son of his father and the master of Damory Court."

"That's the wonderful part of it. It's so--so English, somehow."

"Is it?" said s.h.i.+rley. "I never thought of it. But perhaps it seems so.

We have the old houses and the old names and think of them, no doubt, in the same way."