When they met around the dinner-table Lancy was strangely silent, though
his eyes shone with suppressed feeling, and Dexie began to hope that the
subject of the concert would not be broached; but her hopes were rudely
shattered as Mr. Gurney turned his smiling face and said:
"So you have honored us with your company to-day, Miss Dexie. Are you
aware, wife, that our young neighbor has found a place in the hearts of the
public, though her identity is hidden as yet under the sweet sounding title
of 'American Warbler?' Every one is asking, 'Who is it?'"
Some commonplace remark from Mrs. Gurney, followed by a warning look,
caused the subject to be suddenly changed, and in the conversation that
followed, the angry flush faded from Dexie's cheeks, the firm shut mouth
relaxed; but the workings of her mind were not quite hidden from the
motherly eyes that watched her so closely.
Dexie was fully determined not to go to the concert, yet she would not have
cared to confess it to those around her, knowing how shocked they would be
at such a resolution. Somehow the matter looked different while she was
among them as one of the family. She was sure that the high sense of honor
that prevailed among the Gurneys would be sufficient to make any of them
fulfil a promise once made, even at a great sacrifice to themselves.
But she would not. No! not if they despised her for it! She would not put
up with that impudent advertisement, and she laid down her knife and fork
quite suddenly, and clasped her hands in her lap in that close grasp that
always told when her feelings were stirred.
Mrs. Gurney watched the expressive face, and returned Lancy's look with one
of sympathy.
"Lancy is going to drive to the Four-Mile House this afternoon, Dexie,"
said Mrs. Gurney. "Would you like to go with him?"
"Oh, yes, indeed," was the quick reply, delighted to escape further
questioning.
"Then he will have the sleigh ready as soon as you are. Be sure and wrap
up your mouth and throat. It never do to catch cold, you know."
Dexie lifted her eyes for one brief moment to the smiling face of the
little mother. The reference to her throat brought back the troublesome
resolution that would not stay resolved, try as she would. She longed to
throw herself at her feet and confess the whole hateful story, but she
dared not. That resolution would fall to pieces like a house of cards, if
once the story were told to Mrs. Gurney. But she hated herself for the
deceit she was practising. How would it end?
As Lancy drove round to the front door Cora ran out and whispered:
"Don't speak hastily to her, Lancy. Remember how much depends on the way
you put it. But be sure and get her full consent."
"What time am I to bring her home?"
"As early as possible; if she has not consented by four o'clock, bring her
home to mother. You know we have to dress and have tea."
"And what about Dexie's fine feathers?"
"Only get her consent to go, and we will make a perfect fairy of her.
Grandma's box just came in time."
Just then Dexie appeared, and was quickly tucked under the robes.
"Wish us good luck, or fling a slipper, do, Cora, for we are going to
elope!" Dexie laughingly exclaimed.
"Good luck, then, and with all my heart I wish it; but slippers are costly,
and mine are new," was the laughing reply.
"What happy fortune takes you out of town this afternoon, Lancy?" said
Dexie, a few minutes later. "Make it forty miles, instead of four, if you
wish to earn my everlasting gratitude."
"Any other day, Dexie, I would feel like taking you at your word," and a
look full of meaning flashed from his eyes, which she understood.
By and by they passed a fence that was covered with posters, and in the
most conspicuous place Dexie saw the obnoxious handbills with their great,
staring letters.
"Did you see that?" and Dexie flushed angrily, as she pointed at the
announcement.
"Why, yes! and everybody is coming to the hall to hear you to-night."
"Are they, indeed!" drawing her head back stiffly. "Then they might save
themselves the trouble, for they won't hear me."
"Dexie, you are not in earnest!" and Lancy tried to repress the hot words
that rose to his lips. "You surely would not refuse to whistle after giving
your word, and the posters all over the city?"
"Why was I not consulted about the announcement, if I am of so much
importance? Who was it that dared to use my name in such a manner? If you
know, you can go and tell them that I resent the insult, and will not
appear before an audience under such a nickname!"
"Some people would think the title very complimentary, Dexie."
"Those who do can earn the title and enjoy the compliment, then, for it
won't be me," was the firm and angry reply.
"Dexie, I can't think you mean all your words imply. If you knew how highly
Mr. Ross speaks of your whistling, you would know that he would be the last
one to offend you. Indeed, he is so assured that your performance will be
the chief part of the concert that he gave it the special mention that has
offended you, and he has gone to the expense of fitting up the hall away
beyond anything ever seen in Halifax. He is so lifted up you would think he
was walking on air."
"He will find solid ground under his feet about eight o'clock this evening,
I fancy! for he will find that his 'warbler' has flown to parts unknown."
"Is it possible, Dexie, that you have it in your heart to so disappoint the
members of the club, and the public as well? As for the name he has given
you, what matters it? I have been called 'The Dandy' for years, but I have
as much respect from my friends as if the term were complimentary. Dexie, I
can't think you intend to go back on your word."
"Dexie felt the reproach, but would not relent.
"Mr. Ross had no right to announce my part of the performance at all; it
was only as a favor I consented to whistle. If I am his 'drawing-card,' it
was only fair to consult me about publishing the fact. I feel positive
that, after such an announcement, I will be hissed off the stage before I
utter a dozen notes. Who ever heard of a girl whistling in public before?
It is considered vulgar enough if she is caught at it in private! I cannot
face them, Lancy; I truly cannot."
"If it is your reception you are afraid of, Dexie, then set your mind at
rest. Even the rougher element would as soon think of hissing a canary."
"But you forget, Lancy, that to be the first to appear in a part so unusual
is of itself a risky thing. Had it not been announced I would not mind it
so much, as it would be unexpected by the audience, and the very audacity
of it would have won to my side the rougher element. As it is, the audience
will expect something beyond my power to give them."
"Looking at it in that way, I admit that the announcement was a mistake,
Dexie, since it has made you apprehensive of your power to charm; but no
one else doubts it, dear, and I feel sure that my Dexie will not put her
friends in the embarrassing position that would arise if she purposely
stayed away from the concert to-night. I grant that the announcement was a
mistake, as you look at it, and that it was very thoughtless of those who
got it up to send it to press without submitting it to your inspection; but
having done so, and sold hundreds of tickets on the strength of the
announcement, common honesty should make you fulfil your part. If your
absence only affected the members of the club, it would not matter so much,
but hundreds of outsiders would blame the club for obtaining money under
false pretences; so you see, Dexie, you really cannot stay home. Do be
reasonable, darling."
A deep blush tinged Dexie's cheeks, brought there by something else than
the frosty air, and for a few minutes there was silence between them.
Meanwhile, Mr. Sherwood had started out for a walk in order to quiet the
anxiety that filled his mind, and meeting Mr. Ross down by the Grand Parade
he astonished the man by telling him of Dexie's determination.
"But, Mr. Sherwood, she _must_ come," he cried aghast. "Her performance has
been announced and is the talk of the city."
"Can't help it, Mr. Ross. I am extremely sorry, but it was that very
announcement that has caused the trouble. She says you have insulted her,
and she has cried and scolded ever since she set eyes on it."
"Yet I expected the reverse. What's to be done?"
The question was as helpless as the man's face was hopeless.
"Well, I can't say. I can use my authority and insist on her going to the
hall, but you know the old saying, 'You can drive a horse to water, but you
can't make him drink.' It was only this morning that she came across a
handbill, and she flew home in such a temper that it put the whole house in
an uproar. I can truly say it has quite upset me, for I was anxious to have
her do her best to-night."
"But if I go and apologize, and assure her of my unwillingness to cause her
a moment's annoyance, surely I might make amends for my unintentional
mistake. I will do anything, everything, Mr. Sherwood, that you can
suggest."
"Believe me, Mr. Ross, everything possible has been already done to make
her see that you had no intention of 'insulting' her, and we have had to
pass her over to our next-door neighbors. If they fail, you can try your
persuasive powers. She is out driving with young Gurney just now, and we
are simply living on our hopes."
"I trust he will succeed. I would hardly dare to face the people to-night
without her. Come and see how well the hall looks while we await her
return; then I must see her and explain."
"Better not, Mr. Ross, unless you have some other excuse for calling. If
young Gurney gets her to change her mind, you had better make your peace
with her after the concert is over, instead of risking it beforehand."
"Very true; but I might call with a bouquet for both of your daughters, and
I need not refer to the matter if her consent has been already secured."
"Such an errand would seem natural and should do much towards earning
forgiveness," was the smiling reply.
A revolution was going on in Dexie's mind as the sleigh flew over the level
road, and Lancy watched the varying expressions, for he had learned to read
her face like an open book. Checking the speed of his horse, he turned to
her and asked if she felt the least cold.
"Not at all, Lancy; the air is just frosty enough to make it enjoyable."
"The roads are somewhat better than they were last winter when I took you
out in the storm. Will you ever forget it, Dexie?"
"I am never allowed to, it seems; but I wish I could drop that twenty-four
hours out of my memory,"--annoyed that Lancy referred to the time that was
associated with his declaration of love. "I wish you would forget that
unfortunate drive and all connected with it. It is no pleasure to remember
how near we came to freezing to death," she added.
"Well, Dexie, if you will only look at that side of it, why not repay me
for the trouble I took for you that night, and do me a favor in return?"
"If any favor I can do will forever relieve me of any obligation I may be
under, you have only to name it," said she coolly, "providing the favor is
within reason, though."
"No, I'll not ask it, nor put it that way; not for all the concerts that
will ever be held!" he hotly answered. "But, Dexie," and his voice grew
tender again, "if the same motive would move you to grant me this favor
that impelled me to save you that night, you would make me very happy."
"And this favor, Lancy?"
"Remove the anxiety you have caused us all, and overlook what has vexed
you, and come with me to the concert. You know I can't go without you, and
our absence will spoil it. My wilful Dexie, don't you think you were rather
hasty in your judgment this morning?"
"My judgment don't amount to much when once my temper is up, as you know
very well, Lancy; but I'll acknowledge that I do feel rather ashamed of
myself, for making such a fuss, though I still think it was a shabby trick
to advertise me that way."
"So it was, Dexie; but will you make one shabby trick the excuse for a
second? You will take back your refusal, my Dexie?"
"Well, Lancy, perhaps I would, if it were not too late; but it is too late
to repent now, for my dress isn't ready, and there are endless other
matters to see to that would have kept me busy the whole day, so my
repentance will do no good. In fact I haven't the faintest idea what I did
with the purchases I made this morning, unless I flung them into the street
as I rushed along. What a fright I must have looked! But I don't believe I
met a soul that knew me; that's one comfort, anyway."
"Then you would whistle to-night if only your dress were ready?"
"Well, I hate awfully to say it, Lancy, but I do believe I would, for I did
not think that my absence would spoil your part of the performance when I
spoke so decidedly."
"Then we will consider the matter settled, for your dress will be ready
when it is time to put it on," and a look of relief spread over his face.
"Mother said she would see about it if you would only go."
"Oh, dear! Does your mother know how silly I have been? Who could have told
her?"
"Never mind, Dexie. She knows you won't come back as naughty as you went
out. She felt sure of that."
"Lancelot Gurney! Did you take me out on purpose--on purpose to make me
change my mind? Well, well! how eagerly I ran into the trap that was set to
catch me," and a smothered laugh rang out on the frosty air.
"All's well that ends well, you know. Your father was in despair when your
Aunt Jennie could not manage you, so he turned you over to us. Since I have
proved myself so capable, that ought to speak well for me in the future,
eh, Dexie?" and he smiled mischievously into her eyes. "But I'm not quite
sure of you yet, Dexie. Give me your word that you will whistle
to-night--honor bright, mind."
"Yes, _honor bright_, Lancy. I'll whistle, or try to, if they don't hiss me
when I begin. Now, turn back, and let us get home as quickly as possible;
there will be a lot of humble pie waiting for me. I may as well eat it and
have it done with. I feel worse to meet your mother than all the rest."
"You forget that I have an errand at the Four-Mile House. That will give us
a chance to get warmed, and then for a wild drive home."
When they arrived at the hotel they were glad to find the parlor vacant,
for they could monopolize the fire that burned so brightly in the grate,
besides enjoying the liberty of free speech.
"You may as well lay aside your wraps, Dexie, as we will not start for home
for half an hour," said Lancy, as he returned from an interview with the
landlord.
When the sleigh was again brought to the door, there was a triumphant look
in Lancy's face that contrasted well with the rosy cheeks of his companion.
"We will have the wind in our faces going home, Dexie, so be sure and wrap
up your mouth and throat. It will never do to spoil your whistle after all.
I tell you what, Dexie," he added, as he helped her adjust the fleecy
scarf, "I feel myself quite a diplomatist, and I shall claim remuneration
for this afternoon's work. Do you know what will square the bill?"
"Possibly I may guess your terms, sir, but I shall claim the usual three
months' credit," and a saucy face was lifted to his.
"Not three hours shall I wait," he laughingly replied, as he followed the
figure that passed so swiftly from his arms. "I have a good notion to claim
'cash on delivery,'" helping her into the sleigh.
"I fancy you would not find it easy to enforce your claim, sir."
"Don't be too sure of that, my Dexie. I have had too hard an afternoon's
work to do it for nothing, and 'kiss number two' would settle the account."
There was no chance for further conversation, for Lancy needed to give his
attention to the spirited animal before him. It was generally a "wild
drive" when Bob wore the harness, unless he were kept well in check, and to
those who hastily took the side of the road as the sleigh flew by, it did
indeed look like a "wild drive," for the pace never slacked until the house
was reached.
There were many anxious eyes on the lookout for their arrival, as Dexie
noted with shame, but she determined to face the matter boldly, and if
possible make some amends for the trouble and anxiety she had caused.
The front door of both houses opened simultaneously as the sleigh drove up,
Mr. Sherwood appearing at one and Cora at the other, and a hundred
questions could not have asked more than the one word which fell from the
lips of both--
"Well?"
Dexie sprang out on the sidewalk, and with a wave of her hand in Lancy's
direction, answered the question in dramatic tones:
"See! the conquering hero comes!"
That was enough; they all understood her, and Elsie, who was standing on
the doorstep, flew into the house where the busy needles were flying,
shouting as she ran:
"Yes! she is going! Lancy has managed her! She is all right again!"
"There, save that little comedy till by and by, and come in here," said Mr.
Sherwood, smiling, in spite of himself at the way Dexie had announced her
surrender.
"Come into our house as soon as you can, Dexie," Cora called after her
retreating figure. "We want you for something."
What a feeling of relief her arrival caused! They had scarcely realized how
great was the tension until their anxiety was removed. But all seemed to
breathe more freely, and the preparations for the concert went briskly on.
Dexie threw off her wraps in the hall, and followed her father into the
sitting-room, where Aunt Jennie sat waiting.
"You are back, my dear," was the aunt's quiet greeting.
"Yes, auntie, and ready to eat all the humble pie you have prepared for
me."
"I have prepared none, my dear, but I am pleased to see that you are ready
and willing to eat some. Your father has passed a miserable time waiting
for your appearance."
"Poor papa!" and Dexie threw her arms around his neck. "How horrid I have
been, to be sure. Now, lay on the stripes easy, and I'll promise not to do
so any more," and she playfully held out her hand.
"You had better not, you little tyrant," drawing her to him. "I believe my
hair has turned grey with the anxiety you have caused me."
"Oh, so it has! here is one hair quite grey; yes, actually two of them!
I'll show you," and a couple of hairs were withdrawn with a jerk.
"Stop! you torment," catching her by both arms. "Isn't it enough that my
hair has turned grey? Must you make me bald as well? I thought Lancy was
going to sober you down before he brought you back. I'll have to call him
in to finish his job."
"No, I'm going to be good, I really am; so say you are not cross with me
any more, then I must run off and see about my dress."
"Well, I'll forgive you this time; but if you cut up any more such capers,
I'll hand you over to young Gurney for good."
"But I won't be handed over, you dear old papa," giving him a squeeze that
almost choked him. "I will not exchange my papa for the best-looking young
gentleman you can find in the city. But, papa! do persuade Gussie to leave
my shortcomings alone, for the next few hours at least," she added, in a
low tone.
"I will see that she does not annoy you. Now, don't you think you had
better go and practise awhile?"
"Couldn't think of it, papa mine!" Then, taking her father's face between
her two hands, she looked earnestly into his eyes, saying: "Do you think
there is the _least_ danger of me breaking down to-night? Do you? Confess
the truth, sir!" she laughingly demanded.
"Well, no; I don't think there is."
"Neither do I. Trust your naughty tomboy; she is going to 'eclipse all her
former efforts and cover herself with glory.' But, wait you till I see Mr.
Ross," and she shook her head. "I will forgive him for _this_ night only,
and then--well, never mind! How is mamma? Is she very angry with me?" she
added, presently.
"Not so much as might be expected. You must let her see you when you are
dressed."
"Oh! Aunt Jennie, _did_ you see anything of a stray parcel, with some lace
and other things inside of it? or have I really tossed it into the street?"
"It is in at Mrs. Gurney's with the rest of your apparel for to-night. I
have just finished Gussie's suit, and she is all ready to dress. Gloves and
all are waiting upstairs."
"Oh, dear! what shall I do, auntie? I completely forgot the gloves. That
abominable handbill turned my brain, I do believe; and I thought I was
learning to control my temper! Oh, dear!"
"Don't fret, my dear! The best of us are put out sometimes. But everything
has been prepared for you in at Mrs. Gurney's; for Lancy's success rests on
your appearance, and they were all anxious on his account as well as your
own."
"Well, I suppose I must go in next door and apologize; but I would rather
get a switching than see Mrs. Gurney."
Dexie's appearance was heralded by a number of little voices, as she made
her way to the sewing-room with heightened color and eyes bright with
unshed tears.
"I beg pardon of each one of you, separately and collectively," Dexie
began. "I never dreamed that my fit of temper was going to affect both
households. You are more than kind, and I have no words to thank you."
"Well, don't do it, then," said Elsie; "save your breath, and run upstairs
and see your dress, instead. Come, let me show you the finery."
"Where is your mother? I must see her a moment. How does my nose look now,
Elsie?" she added, as they went through the hall.
"It looks as if it ought to be tweaked again, you bad girl! But oh, Dexie!
your dress is lovely."
And so thought Dexie herself as she stood by the bed whereon it lay, and
she bitterly reproached herself for the anxiety her waywardness had caused.
Tears were in her eyes as Mrs. Gurney came quietly into the room.
"Dear Mrs. Gurney--" She could say no more, but the eloquent eyes told the
story quite as well as if it had been spoken by the quivering lips.
"There, my dear! There! never mind. It was only a mistake, and we all make
mistakes sometimes; so don't fret any more. See how nicely we have managed.
Do you like it, my dear?"
"So very much that I feel I shall never be able to repay you for the
trouble"--her eyes still full of tears.
"Oh, yes, you will, I expect payment this very night," and the firm, cool
hand was laid lovingly across Dexie's shoulder. "When I hear that you have
overlooked the cause of the trouble, and have sung and whistled your very
best, and to Lancy's satisfaction--when I have heard this, I will consider
the debt well paid," and she bent over and kissed the wet cheeks. "You had
better try on the gloves, dear; then see if we have forgotten any one
thing."
The face was soon wreathed in smiles. The many things made ready for her
use by her dear friends made her realize how much they cared for her, and
her girlish heart beat fast as she thought of the triumph she was
determined to win, if only to please them.
"We are going to have an early tea, and then we will begin to dress," said
Cora, making her appearance in the room. "You must put yourself into my
hands to-night, Dexie, so be passive and obedient. We have all set our
hearts on your success, Dexie, dear."
"And I will not disappoint you, I promise. I would be a monster of iniquity
if I did not do my best, after making so much extra trouble for everybody
to-day."
"Ask Gussie to come in with you for tea, Dexie," said Mrs. Gurney, "and if
she will bring in her dress, one can help the other get ready."
"Oh, that will be splendid! But I don't want any tea; we had a nice lunch
at the Four-Mile House, and I won't eat anything more till after the
concert. So you can leave my share till then," she said with a smile.
"What new whim possesses you now, Dexie?" asked Elsie.
"It is not a whim. I am going to put forth my best efforts to-night, and I
can whistle better if I do not eat."
"What nonsense! did you ever try it?"
"Not purposely, but I know I can."
"That is right, Dexie; use every means to enable you to appear at your
best."