Patty Blossom. Wells Carolyn

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      Philip stirred, restlessly, and looked over at Patty. She looked away, fearing he would silently express to her his desire to go home, and she wanted to stay to see more.

      The girl who had played glided to a side seat, and her place was taken by another young woman, who presented an even more astonishing appearance. This time, the costume was of a sort of tapestry, heavily embroidered in brilliant hued silks. It was not unbeautiful, but it seemed to Patty more appropriate for upholstery purposes than for a dress.

      The lady recited what may have been poems, and were, according to Blaney's whispered information, but as they were in some queer foreign language, they were utterly unintelligible.

      "What was it all about?" Patty asked, as the recitations were at last over.

      "My dear child, couldn't you gather it all,—all, from the marvellous attitudinising,—the wonderful intoning–"

      "'Deed I couldn't! I've no idea what she was getting at, and I don't believe you have, either."

      "Oh, yes, it was the glory of a soul on fire,—an immolation of genius on the altar of victory–"

      "That sounds to me like rubbish," and Patty smiled frankly into the eyes of the man addressing her.

      "Not rubbish, Miss Fairfield. Oh, what a pleasure it will be to enlighten your ignorance! To teach the eyes of your soul to see, the heart of your soul to beat–"

      Again, it was the voice of the man that commanded her attention. The tones of Sam Blaney's speaking voice were of such a luring, persuasive quality that Patty felt herself agreeing and assenting to what she knew was nonsense.

      But now Van Reypen was striding toward them. Patty saw at a glance that Phil was at the end of his rope. No more of this nonsense for him.

      She was right. As Blaney's attention was diverted for a moment, Phil said, "Patty, you're going right straight out of this. It's no place for you! I'm ashamed to have you here. Get your wraps, and we'll go, whether the Farringtons are ready or not. We can walk over to Pine Laurel,—it isn't far. Come."

      "I won't do it!" Patty returned, crisply. "The idea, Phil, of your ordering me around like that! I want to stay, and I'm going to stay. You can go, if you like; I'll come home with Roger and the girls."

      "But I don't like it, Patty, and I don't like to have you here.

      It's—it's–"

      "Well, what is it? I think it's great fun, and I'm going to see it out."

      "Even if I ask you not to? Even if I beg you to go–"

      "Even if you beg me on your bended knees! You're silly, Phil. It can't be wrong if the Farringtons stand for it."

      "It isn't exactly wrong,—not wrong, you know,—but, well,—it's cheap."

      "Oh, fiddlesticks! I like it. I don't mind it's being cheap, I'm tired of expensive things and glad of a change."

      "Oh, I don't mean that way," and Van Reypen looked genuinely distressed. "I wouldn't care how poor people were, if they were–"

      "Respectable?"

      "No, not that, these people are respectable, of course. But,—sincere, that's what I mean. This bunch are fakirs, they pretend to brains and knowledge and wisdom that they don't possess."

      "And I suppose you do! Have you got all the knowledge and wisdom in the world?"

      "At least I don't pretend to have the knowledge that I haven't!"

      "But you pretend to have a whole lot of authority over me that you haven't! I tell you, Phil, I'm not going to be ordered about by you! I came to this party because I wanted to see it, and I'm going to stay till it's over, and you can do what you like."

      "All right, then," and Phil looked grave. "I'll go away for a time, and I'll return and escort you home. What time shall I come back?"

      "You needn't come back at all. I'll go home with Elise, or if not, I daresay Mr. Blaney will see that I get home safely. Won't you?" she added, turning to the resplendent figure nearby.

      "Won't I what?" he asked gaily. "But the answer is yes, to anything you may ask. Even to the half of my kingdom, and then the other half. To be sure, my kingdom is small, and half of it is my sister's, but you can command it all."

      "Oh, no, nothing so great as that! Merely to see me back to my rooftree in safety, if I outstay my escort."

      "You're going to outstay everybody. Why, the fun hasn't begun yet.

      Don't dream of going home now!"

      "I won't," and Patty turned deliberately away from Philip and began to chat with a group of guests to whom she had previously been introduced.

      "Join our ranks," said one vivacious young girl. "We're the intelligent idiots, perhaps the wisest sages of our time. We're having a symposium of souls–"

      "Miss Fairfield isn't interested in souls yet," interrupted Blaney, "she's not unnaturally starving to death. The feast is unusually delayed tonight."

      "It's coming now," announced Alla. "To the food, all!"

      Philip was nowhere to be seen, nor did Patty see the Farringtons near her, but feeling glad of the hint of refreshments, she followed where Blaney led. Soon, she found herself ensconced on a divan, heaped with pillows, and many people were offering her strange-looking dishes.

      "Chili con carne?" said one, "or common or garden Welsh Rabbit?"

      "I never tasted the Chili stuff," laughed Patty, "but I love Welsh Rabbit. I'll take that, please."

      But, alas, the Welsh Rabbit Patty had in mind was a golden, delectable confection, light and dainty of character. She was served with a goodly portion of a darkish, tough substance, of rubbery tendencies and strong cohesive powers.

      In vain she essayed to eat it; it was unmanageable, and, to her taste, positively inedible. Yet the others were apparently enjoying it, so she made valiant efforts to consume her own.

      "Fine, isn't it?" said Alla, with enthusiasm, "why, you're not eating any! You don't like it! Take this away, Sam, and bring Miss Fairfield some of the Tamale stuff."

      And then, the Rabbit was succeeded by a concoction so much worse, that Patty was appalled at the mere sight and odour of it.

      "Oh, please," she said, hastily, "if I might be excused from eating anything tonight. You see, the perfume of the incense burning is so unusual for me, that it makes me a little—er, headachy. Don't think me a silly, will you?"

      Patty's wheedlesome air won them all, and they took away the highly-spiced, and strongly-flavoured dish. Then Blaney came with a small cup of thick, muddy-looking coffee.

      "Just the thing for you," he declared, "set you up in a jiffy! Real Egyptian, no Turkish business. Just the thing for you!"

      Patty gratefully accepted the coffee, but one taste was enough! It was thick with pulverized coffee grounds, it was sickishly sweet, and it was strong and black enough to please the blackest Egyptian who ever desired that brand.

      "Thank you," she said, hastily handing the cup back. "It is so—so powerful, a little is quite enough. СКАЧАТЬ