The Child Wife. Reid Mayne

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      He evidently approached with an air of indecision, his glance appearing to interrogate them.

      It must have been met by one of encouragement, for his demeanour became suddenly changed and stepping up to the two young ladies, he saluted them with a bow.

      By both the salutation was returned, perhaps more cordially than he had been expecting.

      Both appeared to be still unengaged. To which ought he to offer himself? He knew which he would have chosen, but there was a question of etiquette.

      As it turned out, there was no question of choice.

      “Julia, my dear,” said Mrs Girdwood, presenting a very stylishly-dressed individual, who had just been given in charge to her by one of the stewards. “I hope you have not engaged yourself for the quadrille? I’ve promised you to this gentleman. Mr Smithson – my daughter.”

      Julia glanced at Smithson, and then looked as if she wished him far enough.

      But she had not engaged herself, and was therefore compelled to accept.

      Lest a second Mr Smithson should be trotted up, Maynard hastened to secure Cornelia, and led her off to form “opposite couple.”

      Seemingly satisfied with the disposal thus made, Mrs Girdwood retired to a seat.

      Her contentment was of short continuance. She had scarce touched the cushion, when she saw coming towards her a gentleman of distinguished appearance, in straw kids. It was his lordship incog.

      She started back to her feet, and glanced across the room toward the square that contained her girls. She looked interrogatively, then despairingly. It was too late. The quadrille had commenced. Mr Smithson was doing “right and left” with her daughter. Confound Mr Smithson!

      “Aw, madam! How’d do, again? Ball begun, I pawceive; and I’m cut out of the kadwille.”

      “It is true, Mr Swinton; you’ve come in a little late, sir.”

      “What a baw! I pwesume yaw young ladies are disposed of?”

      “Yes; they are dancing over yonder.”

      Mrs Girdwood pointed them out. Adjusting his eye-glass, Mr Swinton looked across the room. His eye wandered in search of Mrs Girdwood’s daughter. He did not think of the niece. And his inquiry was directed more to Julia’s partner than herself.

      A single look seemed to satisfy him. Mr Smithson was not the man to make him uneasy.

      “I hope, madam,” he said, turning to the mother, “I hope Miss Girdwood has not filled up her cawd for the evening?”

      “Oh, certainly not, sir!”

      “Pewaps for the next – I pawceive by the pawgwam a valz – pwaps I might have the honour of valzing with her? May I bespeak yaw influence in my behalf; that is, if there be no pwevious engagement?”

      “I know there is none. I can promise you that, sir; my daughter will no doubt be most happy to waltz with you.”

      “Thanks, madam! A thousand thanks?”

      And, this point settled, the amiable nobleman continued to talk to the relict of the retail storekeeper with as much amiability as if she had been his equal in rank.

      Mrs Girdwood was delighted with him. How much superior this sprig of true British nobility to the upstart bloods of New York or Boston! Neither the Old Dominion, nor South Carolina itself, could produce such a charming creature! What a rare stroke of good fortune to have chanced so timeously across him! Blessings upon the head of that “Stoopid fellaw, Fwank!” as his lordship had styled the little valet.

      Frank was entitled to a present, which some day Mrs Girdwood had mentally determined upon giving him.

      Julia engaged for the next! Certainly not! Nor the next, nor the next. She should dance with him all night long if he desired it. And if it were to be so, how she would like to be released from that promise, and let all Newport know that Mr Swinton was – a lord!

      So ran Mrs Girdwood’s thoughts – kept, of course, to herself.

      In a quadrille, the opportunities of the vis-à-vis are only inferior to those of the partner. Maynard had improved his by engaging Julia Girdwood for the waltz! With this understanding they had separated upon the floor.

      In less than ten minutes after a group might have, been observed on one side of the ball-room, consisting of two ladies and two gentlemen, who seemed to have some crooked question between them – a scene.

      The ladies were Mrs Girdwood and her daughter; the gentlemen, Messrs Maynard and Swinton.

      All four had just come together; the two last without exchanging speech or bow, but exhibiting in the exchanged glances sufficient sign of mutual recognition – sign, too, of some old antipathy.

      In the confusion of the moment, Mrs Girdwood did not observe this. Her daughter did.

      What was the trouble among them?

      The conversation will explain it.

      “Julia, my dear” – it was Mrs Girdwood who spoke – “I’ve engaged you for the first waltz – to Mr Swinton here. Mr Swinton – my daughter.”

      The introduction had just ended as Maynard, coming forward to claim his promised partner, formed the fourth corner in the quartette. The music was commencing.

      The hostile “stare” exchanged between the two gentlemen lasted only a second, when the young officer, recomposing his countenance, turned toward Miss Girdwood, at the same time offering his arm.

      Yielding obedience to an authoritative look from her mother the lady appeared to hesitate about accepting it.

      “You will excuse my daughter, sir,” said Mrs Girdwood, “she is already engaged.”

      “Indeed!” exclaimed the ex-captain, looking grandly astonished at the mother, and turning to the daughter for an explanation.

      “I think not, mamma?” answered Julia, with an air of indecision.

      “But you have, my child! You know I had promised you to Mr Swinton here, before the ball began. It is very awkward! I hope, sir, you will excuse her?”

      The last speech was addressed to Maynard.

      He glanced once more toward Julia. She seemed still undecided. But her look might be translated, “Excuse me.”

      So interpreting it, he said:

      “If it be Miss Girdwood’s wish, I release her.”

      Again he fixed his eyes upon her face, watching for the movement of her lips.

      There was none!

      Silence appeared to give consent. Forcibly the old adage came before Maynard’s mind – so forcibly, that with a bow, which comprehended the trio, he turned upon his heel, and disappeared among the dancers.

      In six seconds after, Julia Girdwood was whirling around the room, her flushed cheek resting upon the shoulder of a man СКАЧАТЬ