The Child Wife. Майн Рид

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СКАЧАТЬ 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 known to nobody, but whose dancing everybody admired.

      “Who is the distinguished stranger?” was the inquiry on every lip. It was even put—lispingly of course—by the J.’s and the L.’s and the B.’s.

      Mrs Girdwood would have given a thousand dollars to have satisfied their curiosity—to have spited them with the knowledge that her daughter was dancing with a lord!

Chapter Eleven.

       Table of Contents

      Ball-Room Emotions.

      In addition to the “bar” at which you settle your hotel account, the Ocean House has another, exclusively devoted to drinking.

      It is a snug, shady affair, partially subterranean, and reached by a stairway, trodden only by the worshippers of Bacchus.

      Beyond this limited circle its locality is scarcely known.

      In this underground region the talk of gentlemen, who have waxed warm over their cups, may be carried on ever so rudely, without danger of its reaching the delicate ears of those fair sylphs skimming through the corridors above.

      This is as it should be; befitting a genteel establishment, such as the Ocean House undoubtedly is; adapted also to the ascetic atmosphere of New England.

      The Puritan prefers taking his drink “on the quiet.”

      On ball nights, the bar-room in question is more especially patronised, not only by the guests of the House, but outsiders from other hotels, and “the cottages.”

      Terpsichore is a thirsty creature—one of the best customers of Bacchus; and, after dancing, usually sends a crowd of worshippers to the shrine of the jolly god.

      At the Ocean House balls, drink can be had upstairs, champagne and other light wines, with jellies and ices; but only underground are you permitted to do your imbibing to the accompaniment of a cigar.

      For this reason many of the gentlemen dancers, at intervals, descended the stairway that led to the drinking-saloon.

      Among others was Maynard, smarting under his discomfiture.

      “A brandy smash!” he demanded, pausing in front of the bar.

      “Of all men, Dick Swinton!” soliloquised he while waiting for the mixture. “It’s true, then, that he’s been turned out of his regiment. No more than he deserved, and I expected. Confound the scamp! I wonder what’s brought him out here? Some card-sharping expedition, I suppose—a razzia on the pigeon-roosts of America! Apparently under the patronage of Girdwood mère, and evidently in pursuit of Girdwood fille. How has he got introduced to them? I’d bet high they don’t know much about him.”

      “Brandy smash, mister?”

      “Well!” he continued, as if tranquillised by a pull at the iced mixture and the narcotic smell of the mint. “It’s no business of mine; and after what’s passed, I don’t intend making it. They can have him at their own price. Caveat emptor. For this little contretemps I needn’t blame him, though I’d give twenty dollars to have an excuse for tweaking his nose!”

      Captain Maynard was anything but a quarrelsome man. He only thought in this strain, smarting under his humiliation.

      “It must have been the doing of the mother, who for a son-in-law prefers Mr Swinton to me. Ha! ha! ha! If she only knew him as I do?”

      Another gulp out of the glass.

      “But the girl was a consenting party. Clearly so; else why should she have hung fire about giving me an answer? Cut out by Dick Swinton! The devil?”

      A third pull at the brandy smash.

      “Hang it! It won’t do to declare myself defeated. They’d think so, if I didn’t go back to the ball-room! And what am I to do there? I don’t know a single feminine in the room and to wander about like some forlorn and forsaken spirit would but give them a chance for sneering at me. The ungrateful wretches! Perhaps I shouldn’t be so severe on the little blonde I might dance with her? But, no! I shall not go near them. I must trust to the stewards to provide me with something in the shape of a partner.”

      He once more raised the glass to his lips, this time to be emptied.

      Then, ascending the stairs, he sauntered back to the hall-room.

      He was lucky in his intercession with the gentlemen in rosettes. He chanced upon one to whom his name was not unknown; and through the intercession of this gentleman found partners in plenty.

      He had one for every dance—waltz, quadrille, СКАЧАТЬ