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СКАЧАТЬ “When we were in Vienna, I was requested by a third party to dance a waltz with a certain titled gentleman. He wouldn’t be so bold as to force himself upon the young ‘American demoiselle.’ No, that would be most improper, so he sent an emissary, a female relative—titled, of course. Once I gave her my consent—to an introduction only—he approached and the formal presentation was carried out.”

      She took the folded cloth from Silas and laid it atop the picnic basket before facing him and assuming a very straight stance, her hands clasped behind her back. “So, having navigated the appropriate channels, Prince Leopold Christian Otto von Braunschweiger von Black Forest von Wiener Schnitzel von something or other—” the longer she spoke, the thicker grew her false German accent and she bowed low, clicking her heels as she did so “—was presented to me in all the glory of his many family names. I was most impressed, and I gave him my lowest curtsy, like so.”

      Silas was laughing at her antics by this time, relaxed once more. She was, after all, the young girl he’d always known. He watched her maneuver an exaggerated curtsy.

      “I was afraid my knees would creak, and I almost toppled over—oh goodness!” Here she miscalculated and began to fall forward. Silas stepped into the gap and caught her just in time. She laughed up at him, her hands resting lightly on his shoulders. “Thank you, Silas. I don’t think Prince von Leopold could have been any more agile.” She frowned. “He wore a monocle, you know. It might have popped out if he’d been forced to exert himself so.”

      Silas could feel his heart begin to thump heavily as she kept her hands on his shoulders and did not step back.

      “Anyway, we are now correctly placed for the waltz. You know it was invented in Vienna? I needn’t summarize the prince’s—or was he a count?—well, anyway, I needn’t go on with his flattering speech. The introduction alone took a good half minute. It was a few more minutes before I realized he was asking me to dance. His accent was so heavy, his circumlocution so flowery, it was quite some time before I realized all he wanted was a waltz.”

      Cherish laughed to hide her nervousness. She felt she hadn’t stopped for breath in the past minute, terrified lest Silas disengage himself from her. Now as she looked into his smiling face, she wished she could have an inkling of what he was feeling. Was it anything remotely akin to the way her heart was skittering about in her chest?

      She gazed into his gray eyes, her aunt’s words coming back to her. What was going on behind them? They regarded her with that same fond amusement they always had. Was there never to be anything more?

      “Come on.” She tugged at his shoulder and took one of his hands from her waist into her own. “I’ll show you the Viennese waltz.”

      Then he did react, as she had already begun taking the first step. “I’m not much good at waltzing.”

      “It’s simple. I’m planning another party—did I tell you?—and I intend to have dancing this time. But you must lead. One, two, three…one, two, three…” She continued looking into his eyes as she counted. “It’s fatal to look down at your feet. You’re sure to trip then. It’s just a box step, as simple as counting one, two, three. This way—one, then two here, and then one long step, three.” They turned together.

      “Yes, you’re doing it.” She began humming a Strauss waltz. “One, two, three. One, two, three. Imagine a hundred chandeliers, sparkling upon the ladies’ ball gowns, and you in a black jacket and starched white shirt with stiff points and white or black tie.” She continued humming, wanting this dance to go on forever.

      She laughed when he tripped on a tussock of grass. “You can’t stop, but must find your place once again, or someone might step on my train. The ballroom is packed with dozens of couples….”

      Cherish kept up a steady flow of talk, as if by sheer will she could make Silas fall in love with her, feel what she was feeling for him, sense the enchantment of this moment under the cloudless sky in the midst of a field of bluets more glorious than the most radiant Viennese ballroom.

      At the noonday dinner Tom Winslow turned to Phoebe when she sat down across the table from him. “Where is Cherish?”

      “Out on a picnic with Silas,” she answered him, reaching for a dish of potatoes and taking a helping.

      “Out on a picnic?”

      “That’s what I said. They went for a sail and a picnic. Now, would you care to serve yourself a slice or two of the corned beef and pass me the platter?”

      “What? Oh, yes.” He stabbed the red slices and put them on his plate, then passed the dish to his sister. They finished serving their plates and bowed their heads to say grace. After taking his first bite, Tom chewed thoughtfully. “I don’t know if I like her hanging around with Silas so much. First down at the boat shop and now picnicking together.”

      “Silas is a good boy.”

      “She’s tagged after him since she was a little girl, always defending him whenever she’s so much as thought I wasn’t treating him right. Now—” here he gave a grunt of incredulous laughter “—she wants me to think of Silas as my successor.”

      “You could do a lot worse,” she answered shortly.

      Their cutlery clattered against the china as they ate in silence for a while.

      “Still, now that Cherish is home, I want her to start meeting some of the men of her own class. Take that young Townsend. I like that fellow. A real gentleman.”

      “The question is, does she like him?” Phoebe asked pointedly, prying open her biscuit with the tip of her knife, the steam escaping in a sheer vapor.

      That night Cherish knelt by her bed and prayed. Lord, You know how much I’ve always loved Silas. Only You know. Only You know how long I’ve waited for him. I’ve done everything that was expected of me.

      Oh, please, Father, make Silas love me back. Let him love me as I love him. I want him so badly. I feel I shall burst with love for him.

      Chapter Four

      After the Sunday-morning church service, the congregation filed through the entryway, greeting the minister.

      “Well, if it isn’t little Cherish Winslow!” Pastor McDuffie took her hand in a hearty handshake. “What a fashionable lady she has become. What do you say, Carrie?” He turned to his wife.

      Mrs. McDuffie turned to Cherish with a warm smile. “Welcome back, Cherish. Please forgive us for missing your homecoming. We had to be away that day. We are so happy to have you back in our midst.”

      “Thank you. No one is gladder than I am,” she answered.

      “Now that you’re back, can we look forward to seeing you with us on Tuesday nights for choir practice? Carrie can certainly use another good singing voice.”

      “I would love to come.” She turned to Silas. “You’ll join me, won’t you? We could walk over and back together.”

      He fingered his tie. “I’m not much of a singer.”

      “Nonsense,” McDuffie contradicted. “You have a fine baritone. I could hear you from the pulpit.”

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