XIV
FLORA TAPS GRANDMA'S CHEEK
Meanwhile, from a cluster of society folk sipping ices at "Vincent's"balcony tables, corner of Carondelet Street (where men made the mostmoney), and Canal (where women spent the most), Flora and hergrandmother, in Irby's care, made their way down to the street.
Kincaid, once more on horseback with General Brodnax, saw them emergebeside his cousin's hired carriage, and would have hurried to them, ifonly to inquire after the injured boy; but the General gave what he wassaying a detaining energy. It was of erecting certain defences behindMobile; of the scarcity of military engineers; and of his having, tohigher authority, named Hilary for the task. The Captain could easilyleave the battery in camp for a day or two, take the Mobile boat--Heceased an instant and scowled, as Hilary bowed across the way.
There was a tender raillery in the beam with which Flora held the youngman's eye a second, and as she turned away there was accusation in thefaint toss and flicker of the deep lace that curtained her hat. Both hercompanions saw it, but Irby she filled with an instant inebriation byone look, the kindest she had ever given him.
"Both barrels!" said the old lady to herself.
As Irby reached the carriage door Flora's touch arrested him. It was aslight as a leaf, but it thrilled him like wine--whose thrill he wellknew.
"I've lost one of my gloves," she said.
He looked about her feet.
"You mus' have drop' it on the stair," said grandmamma, discerning thestratagem, and glad to aid it.
Problem in tactics: To hunt the glove all the way up to the balcony andreturn before Hilary, if he was coming, could reach Flora's side. Irbyset his teeth--he loathed problems--and sprang up the steps.
"No use," chanted Madame with enjoyment; "the other one is not coming."
But Flora remained benign while the old lady drew a little mocking sigh."Ah," said the latter, "if the General would only stop changing his mindabout his two nephews, what a lot of hard work that would save you!"
"It isn't hard!" cried Flora; so radiantly that passing strangersbrightened back, "I love it!"
"It!" mocked the grandmother as the girl passed her into the carriage."It!"
"You poor tired old thing!" sighed the compassionate beauty. "Nevermind, dear; how the General may choose no longer gives me any anxiety."
"Oh, you lie!"
"No," softly laughed the girl, "not exactly. Don't collapse, love,you'll get your share of the loot yet. My choice shall fit the General'sas this glove (drawing on the one Irby was still away in search of) fitsthis hand."
Madame smiled her contempt: "Nevertheless you will risk all just to showAnna--"
Flora made a gesture of delight but harkened on--
"That she cannot have her Captain till--"
"Till I'm sure I don't want him!" sang the girl.
"Which will never be!" came the quiet response.
The maiden flushed: "On the contrary, my dear, I was just going to say,you will please begin _at once_ to be more civil to _our_Captain--Irby."
Madame gazed: "My God!"
"Ho!" said Flora, "I'd rather somebody else's." She cheerily smoothedthe bonnet-bows under the old lady's chin: "Now, _chere_, you know theassets are all you care for--even if with them you have to take anincompoop for a grandson."
She was laughing merrily when Irby reappeared in the crowd, motioningthat he had found nothing. Her gloved hands raised in fond apology, andHilary's absence, appeased him, and he entered the vehicle.
So to Jackson Square, where it was good-by to Irby and the carriage, andAge and Beauty climbed their staircase together. "To-morrow's Saturday,"gayly sighed the girl. "I've a good mind to lie abed till noon, countingup the week's successes."
"Especially to-day's," smirked weary Age.
"Ho-o-oh!" laughed the maiden, "you and to-day be--" The rest waswhispered close, with a one-fingered tap on the painted cheek. In thegloom of the upper landing she paused to murmur, "hear this: Two thingsI have achieved this week worth all to-day's bad luck ten timesover--you don't believe me?"
"No, you pretty creature; you would have told me sooner, if only forvanity."
"I swear to you it is true!" whispered the lithe boaster, with a gleefulquiver from head to foot. "Listen! First--purely, of course, for love ofAnna--I have conspired with the General to marry her to Kincaid. And,second, also purely for love of her, I have conspired with Irby to keepher and Kincaid forever and a day apart!"
She tapped both the aged cheeks at once: "I hate to share anything sodelicious with you, but I must, because--"
"Ah-h! because, as usual--"
"Yes! Yes, you sweet old pelican! Because you are to turn the crank! Butit's all for love of Anna. Ah, there's no inspiration likeexasperation!"
"Except destitution!" said the grandmother.
They came before Charlie with arms about each other and openly enjoyedhis only comment--a scornful rounding of his eyes.
In the Callender house, as the stair clock sounded the smallest hour ofthe night, Miranda, seeing the chink under Anna's door to be stillluminous, stole to the spot, gently rapped, and winning no responsewarily let herself in.
From the diary on her desk Anna lifted her cheek, looked up, reclosedher lids, smiled and reopened them. Miranda took the blushing facebetween her palms, and with quizzing eyes--and nose--inquired:
"Is there any reason under heaven why Anna Callender shouldn't go to bedand have glad dreams?"
"None that I know of," said Anna.