CHAPTER X. HOW TRIX TOOK IT.

Te Aroha News, Volume VII, Issue 405, 25 September 1889, Page 6

CHAPTER X. HOW TRIX TOOK IT.

It was halt-past twelve by all the clocks and watches of Powyss Place. Miss Stuart sat alone in the pleasant boudoir or sittingroom assigned her, her foot on an ottoman, a novel in her hand, a frown on her brow, and most beautifully dressed. t ln solitary state at half-past ten she had breakfasted, waited upon by the trimmiest of English handmaidens in smiles and lace cap. The breakfast had been removed for over an hour, and still Miss Stuart sat alone. Her mamma had "called to see her, so had Lady Helena, but they did not count. She wanted somebody else, and that somebody did not come. Her novel was interesting and new, but she could not read, her troubles were too many and great • First, there was her ankle that pained her, and Trixy did not like pain. Secondly, it was quite impossible she could venture to stand upon it for the next three days, and who was vo watch Sir Victor during those three days ? Thirdly, ne,xt week Lady Helena gave a large party, and at that party it was morally and physically impossible she could play any other part than that of wall -flower ; she, who was one of the best waltzers, and loved waltzing better than any other girl in "New York. Is it any wonder, then, that an absorbing novel failed to absorb her ? The door opened and Edith came in. At all times and in all array, Miss Darrell must of necessity look handsome. This morning in crisp muslin and rose-coloured ribbons, a flush on her cheek and a sparkle in her eyes, Miss Darrell was something more than handsome — she was beautiful. Something, that was more the memory of a smile, than a smile itself,' lingered on her lips — she was so brightly pretty, so fresh, so fair, that it was a pleasure only to look at her. : • Good' morning, Trixy,' she said. l How is our poor dear ankle ? It doesn't hurt I much, I hope ?' She came up behind Miss Stuart's chair, put her arm around her neck, stooped down and kissed her forehead. The frown on Trixy 's face deepened— it was Che last) straw that broke the camel's back, to see Edith Darrell looking so brightly handsome, privileged to go where she pleased, while she was chained to this horrid chair. • It does hurt,' Trixy responded, crossly. ' I wish 1 had never had an ankle, sooner than go spraining it in this way. The idea of horrid floors, like black lookingsrlasses, and slipperier than a skatingrink. Edith, how long is it since you got up?' ' Now for it !' thought) Edith, and the smile she strove to repress dimpled her sunny face. Luckily, standing behind Trix's chair, Trix did not see it. ' How long ? Oh, since nine o'clock. You know I'm not a very early riser.' 'Did you go straight down to breakfast ?' ' The breakfast hour was ten. It doesn't take me all that time' to dress.' ' Where did you go then ?* ' I walked in the grounds.' ' Edith !' with sudden sharpness, ' did you see Sir Victor ?' ' Yes, I saw Sir Victor.' • Where ? In the grounds too ?' c In' the grounds too — smoking a cigar.' ' Edith !' the sharpness changing to suspicion and alarm. ' You were with Sir Victor !' ' I, was with Sir Victor. That is to, say. Sir Victor 'was with me,' ',]

'Bother! What did you -talk 1 - about*? Did be ask after me'? 1 • ' ' ' Ye-e-es,' Edith answered doubtfully— the fact being: Sir Victor had utterly forgotten Miss Stuart's existence in the dizzy rapture of his acceptance— 4 he asked for you, of course.' f ' Was that all ? He's a pretty attentive host, I don'b think,' cried Trixy, with ! bitterness, ' having a young lady laid up by the le — the ankle in his house, and never so much as calling to see if she is dead or alive !' 'My dearest Trix,'said Edith, struggling with a laugh, ' gentlemen don't call upon young ladies in their chamber at break of day, even though they have a sprained ankle. It isn't de rigeur.' <~ (J DeMrigger" be bio wed ! 16 isn't my chamber ; it's my private parlour ; and, aristocratic as we have got lately, I don'b think half-past twelve is the break of day; Edith, upon your word did he say anything about — about — you know what ?' ' Marrying you ? No, Trixy, not a word.' i She put her arms closer around poor Trixy's neck, and hid her face in Trixy's chestnub hair. 'Trix, pet, don't you think there may have been a little — just a little, misunderstanding that night at Killarney V ' Misunderstanding ! I don't understand you, Edith,' Miss Stuart exclaimed, in increasing alarm. ' For goodness' sake come round where 1 can bee you, and don't stand there like a s-orfc of " Get thee behind me, Satan." I like to look people in the face when I talk to them.' 'In one moment, deur ; please don't be cross. 1 have something that is not pleasant to say — that you won't like. lam afraid to tell you. Trix, there wai a misunderstanding thabnighb.' ' It don't see how ; I don't believe there was. Edith Darrell, what do you mean ? He asked me to marry him — at least he told me that he was in love with me in a stupid, round-about way, and asked me if he might hope, and if there was any danger of a refusal, or a rival, when he spoke out, and that balderdash. He said he meant to speak to pa and ma, as plain as prints Now how could there be a misunderstanding in all that !' * ' I was, as you say, awfully stupid of him, but these Englishmen have such different ways from what we are accustomed to. There was a misunderstanding, I repeat. He means to speak to your father and mother to-day, but — not about you.' * Edith !' Trix halt sprang up, pale as death and with flashing eyes. ' What do' you mean ? Speak out, I tell you !' 'O Trix.' She twined her arms still closer around her neck, and laid her cheek coaxingly alongside of Miss Stuart's. ' There has been a horrid mistake. All the time in that boat of Killarney lake he was talking of — me !' 'Of — you !' The two words drop from Trixy's ashen lips. 'Of me, dear, and he thinks at this moment that you understood him so. Trixy — don't be angry with me — how could I help it — he proposed to me yesterday afternoon.' ' Proposed to you yesterday afternoon !' Trix repeats the words like one stunned oy a blow, in a dazed sort of tone. ' And you — refused him, Edith ?' ' Accepted him, Trixy. I said yes to Sir Victor Catheron this morning in the grounds.' Then there was a pause — the ticking of the little Swiss clock, the joyous warble of the thrushes, the soft rustle of the trees sounding preternaturally loud. Beatrix Stuart o at "white to the lips, with anger, mortification, amaze, disappoin linenb. Then she covered her face with her hands, and burst into a vehement flood of tears. ' Trix ! dear Trix i' Edith exclaimed, shocked and pained ; ' good Heaven, don'b cry ! Trix, deareet, 1 never knew you were in love with him.' t-'lnlove with him!' cried Trix, looking up, her eyes flashing through her tears, ' the odious little wishy-washy, drawling coxcomb ! ISo^l'm nob in love with him — not likely — but what business had he to go" talking like that, and hemming and hawing, and hinting, and — oh !' cried Trix, with a sort of vicious screech, ' I should like bo tear his eyes out !' 1 1 daresay you would — the desire is both natural and proper,' answered Edith, smothering a second desire to laugh : ' but, under the circumstances, not admissible. It was a stupid proceeding, no doubt,' his' speaking to you at all, but you see the poor fellow thinks you understood him, and meant it for the best.' 'Thought I understood him!" retorted Miss Stuart, with a vengeful glare. ' Oh, shouldn't I like to make him understand me ! The way he *vent on that nicrht, kissing my band., and calling me Beatrix, and balking of speaking to pa and meaning you ail the time, is enough — enough to drive a person stark, staring mad. All Englishmen are fools — there !' exclaimed Miss Stuart, sparks of tire drying up her tears, ' and Sir Victor Catheron's the bigeresb fool of the lob!' 4 What, Trix ! for wanting to marry me ?' ' Yes, for wanting to marry you. You who don't care a bad cent for him !' ' How many bad cents did you caie, Miss Stuart, when you were so willing to be his wife ?' ' More than you, Miss Darrell, for at least I was not in love with anyone else.' ' And 1 who may Miss Darrell be in love with, pray ?' ' With Charley,' answered Trix, her face still afire. • Deny it if you dare ! In love with Charley, and he with you.' She was looking up at her rival, her angry eyes so like Charley's as she spoke, in everything but expression, that for an instant Edith, was disconcerted. She could not mccc them. For once in her life her own eyes fell. 4 Are we going to quarrel, Trix ? Is it worth while, for a man you have decided wo neither of us care for — we who have been li' c sisters so long ?' 4 Like sisters !' Trix repeated bitterly. ' Edith I wonder if you are not scheming and deceitful !' 4 Beatrix !' 'Oh, you needn't "Beatrix" me! I mean it. I believe there has been double dealing in this. H6 paid attention to me before you ever came to New York. I believe if I hadn't been sea sick he would have proposed to me on the ship. I toas sea sick — it's always my luck to be everything that's miserable— and you were with him night and day.' 4 Night and day ! Good gracious, Trixy, this is awful !' 1 You know what I mean,' pursued Trix loftily. ' You got him in love with .you. Then, all the way to Killarney you flirted with Charley — poor Charley — and". made him jealous, and jealousy finished him. You're a very clever girl, Edith, and I wish you a great deal of joy.' ' Thank you ; you say it as if you did. I don't take the trouble.to deny your charges; they're hob worth it — they are false, and you know them to be so, , T never sought out Sir Victor Catheron, either in New York, on board ship, or elsewhere. If he had.been a prince, instead of a baronet, I would not have done it. I have borne a great deal, but even you may go too , far, Trixy. Sir. Victor has done me, the honour, of falling in love with- nie — for he does ,love me and .he, has asked me,tq „be his .wife. I .have ac-

cepted Him/of course ; * ifr'was cfliite iro^ossiblel could'do other wisel-If,' at Killartfey, he was stupid, and you made a blunder, am> I' to be held accountable ?■- He»doe£» j nbt dream for a moment of the misunderstanding between .you. JUe .thinks, he, made his meaning as clear as day. ,And now I will leave you'; if I stay longer we may quarrel, and I—lI — I don'fc want to quarrel with you, ■ Trixy.' * ' Her voice broke suddenly. She turned to the door, and all the smallness of her • own conduct dawned upon Trix. Her - generous heart — it toas generous in spite of all this— smote her with remorse. 'Oh, come back, Edith !' she said ; ' don't go. I won't' quarrel with you. I'm a wretch. It's dreadfully mean and contemptible of me, to make such a howling about a man that does nob care a straw for me. ' When I told you, you wished me joy. Just come back and give me time to catch my breath, and I'll wish you joy too. But - it's so sudden, so unexpected. O Dithy, I thought you liked Charley all this while !' How like Charley's the handsome dark grey eyes were ! Edith Darrell could nob meet them ; she turned and looked out of the window. ' 1 like him certainly ; I would be very ungrateful if 1 did nob. He is like a brother to me.' 'A brother! O, bother,' retorted Trix, with immeasurable scorn and dignity. ' Edith, honour bright ! Haven't you and Charley been in love with each obhor these two years ?' Edith laughed. 'A very leading question, and a very absurd one. 1 don't think it- is in either your brother or me to be very deeply in love. He, would find it feverish and fatiguing — you know how he objects to fatigue ; and I -well, if love be anything like what one reads of in books, an all-absorbing, all-consuming passion that won't let people eat or sleep, I have never felt it, and I don't want to; I think that sort of love went out of fashion with Amanda Fitazallen. You're a sentimental goose, Miss Sbuart, and have taken Byron and Miss Landon in too large doses.' 'But you like him,' persisted his sister, ' don't you, Dibhy !' ' Like him — like him !' Her whole face lib up for a second with a light that made it lovely. ' Well, yes, Trix, I don't mind owning that much — I do like Charley — like him so well bbab I won't marry and ruin him. For it means jusb that, Trixy — ruin. The day we become anything more than friends and cousins your, fat/her would disinherit him, and your father isn't the heavy father of the coniedy^tO'rage through four acts, and come round s in the fifth, wibh his fortune and bleb'sin^.' *" Charley and I have common sense, and -we- have shaken hands and agreed to be good friends and cousins, nothing more.' # . ' What an admirable thing is common sense ! Does Sir Victor know about the hand-shaking and the_ cousinly agreement?' ' Don't be (sarcastic, Beatrix ; it isn't your forte ! I have nothing to confess to Sir Victor when I jam married to him ; neither your brother nor any other man will hold the place in my heart (such as it isj that he will. Be very sure of that.' ' Ah ! such as it is,:' nuts in Trix cynically ; 'and when is it ho be, Dithy — the wedding ?' " . . ' My dear Trix, I only said yes this.moming. Gentlemen don'o proposeand ,fix the wedding-day all in 'a breath. It will be ages upon ages from now, no doubt. Of course Lady Helena will object.' ,' You don't mind that ?' • Not a whit. A grrmd aunt is — a grandaunt, nothing more, bl.e is his only living relative, he" is of age, ?ible to speak and act for himself. The true ' love ot any good man honours the woman who receives it. In that way Sir Victor Cabheron honours me, and in no other. I' have neither wealth nOr lineage ; in all other things as God made us, lam his" equal !' . ' . She moved to. the door, her dark eyes shining, her head erect, looking in her beauty and her pride a mate for a king. • There is to be a driving party to Eastlake Abbey, after luncheon,"' she said ; ' you are to be carried down to- the barouche and ride with your father and mother and Lady Helena— Charley and Captain Hammond for your cavaliers.' ' Andyou ?' > ' Sir Victor-will drive me.' • Alone, of course ?' Trixy says, with a lasc little bitter sneer. ' Alone, of course,' Edith answers coldly. Then she opens the door and disappears. (To be Continued.)