CHAPTER XVIII
BACK TO NEW YORK
Farnsworth was right. There was no extra before supper, and the guestswere even now flocking to the supper-room.
Philip came toward them, looking for Patty, his mask already off.
"Oh, can we really take them off now?" cried Patty. "I'm so glad.They're horridly uncomfortable. I'll never wear one again. I love afancy dress party, but I don't see any sense in a masquerade."
She took off her mask as she spoke, and her pretty face was flushedpink and her hair was curling in moist ringlets about her temples.
Farnsworth looked down on her as he removed his own mask. "AppleBlossom!" he exclaimed again, and the comparison was very apt, for thepink and white of Patty's face was just the color of the blossoms.
Then the two men looked at each other, and Patty suddenly realisedthat they had never met.
"Oh, you don't know each other, do you?" she exclaimed. "And you mytwo best friends! Mr. Farnsworth, this is Mr. Van Reypen. And now,which of you is going to take me to supper?"
As each offered an arm at once, Patty accepted both, and walked outdemurely between the two big men. The men were exceedingly polite andcourteous, but each was annoyed at the other's presence. As a matterof fact, Farnsworth had chanced to overhear a few words that Philipsaid to Patty a short time before. It was by merest chance that KingLear and Zenobia had walked by just as Philip was asking Patty to givehim more than friendship. Zenobia, uninterested in the two under thepalms, didn't even hear the words; but Farnsworth, who had found outfrom Jim Kenerley all the members of the house party, had scarcelytaken his eyes from Little Bo-Peep since he arrived at the ball. Withno intention of eavesdropping, he had followed her about, hoping toget a chance to see her first alone. He managed this only withKenerley's help, and meantime he had discovered that Van Reypen wasvery seriously interested in Little Bo-Peep.
Philip himself knew little of Farnsworth, save for a few chanceremarks he had heard at the Kenerleys', but he realised at once thatPatty and the big Westerner were great friends, if nothing more.
However, the three went to supper together, and joined the group inwhich they were most interested.
Great was the surprise of Daisy and Mona when Patty appeared with Mr.Farnsworth.
Big Bill was in the merriest of spirits. He greeted everybodyheartily, he joked and laughed, and was at his most entertaining best.Patty was very proud of him, for without his mask he looked veryhandsome as King Lear, and his stalwart figure seemed to dwarf theother men.
After supper he claimed Patty for the promised dance.
"Would you rather dance with King Lear?" he said, smiling, "with allthese heavy velvet draperies bothering us, or shall I go and shed thisrobe, and just be plain Bill?"
Patty looked at him, thoughtfully. "We'd have a better dance if youtook off that flapping robe. But then, of course, you'd have to takeoff your wigs and things, and you wouldn't be half so beautiful."
"Well, then, don't let's dance, but just stroll around and talk. Andthere's another reason why I'd rather keep on my wig and wreath."
"What's that?"
"Because the wreath means that I am mad."
"Mad at me?"
"Oh, not that kind of mad! I mean crazy, demented, loony,--what wasthe old King, anyway?"
"A little touched?"
"Yes, that's it; and so, you see, he could say anything he wanted to.You know, people forgive crazy people, no matter what they say."
"Are you going to say crazy things to me?"
"Very likely; you've completely turned my head."
"Do you know, I didn't even know King Lear ever went crazy," saidPatty in an endeavour to change the subject.
"Why, fie, fie, Little Girl, I thought you knew your Shakespeare; butI suppose you're too busy socially to read much poetry."
"I read one poem this winter that I liked," said Patty, demurely.
"Did you? What was it?"
"It came to me in a blue envelope."
"It did! Why, Patty, Jim told me you never got that."
"Jim is mistaken; I did get it."
"And did you like it?"
"Where did you get it, Bill?"
"Did you like it?"
"Yes, I liked it lots. Who wrote it?"
"I did."
"Did you, really? You clever man! I thought possibly you might havedone it, but it sounded so,--so finished."
"Oh, no, it didn't, Patty. It was crude and amateurish; but it waswritten to you and about you, so I did the best I could. Patty, areyou in love with Van Reypen?"
"What!" and Patty stood still and looked at Farnsworth, indignantly."You have no right to ask such a question!"
"I know I haven't, Patty, and I apologise. I can't seem to get over myWestern bluntness. And, Little Girl, I don't blame you a bit if you docare for him. He's a good-looking chap, and an all-round good man."
"You seem to have sized him up pretty quickly. Why, you've only justmet him."
"Yes, but you know I was at the Kenerleys' last week, and Jim told meall about him."
"Why did you want to know all about him?"
"Shall I tell you why?" And Farnsworth's blue eyes looked straightinto Patty's own. "I inquired about him, because Daisy said you werejust the same as engaged to him."
"Daisy said that, did she?" Patty rarely lost her temper, but thisunwarranted speech of Daisy Dow's made her exceedingly angry. But whathurt her even more, was that Bill should believe Daisy's assertion,and should take it so calmly. His attitude piqued Patty; and she said,coldly: "Well, if Daisy says so, it must be so."
"I know it, Little Girl," and Farnsworth's voice was very tender. "Hecan give you everything that you ought to have,--wealth, socialposition, and a life of luxury and pleasure. Moreover, he is athorough gentleman and a true man. I hope you will be very happy withhim, Patty."
For some reason this speech exasperated Patty beyond all measure. Itseemed as if her friends were settling her affairs for her, withoutgiving her any voice in the decision. "You are a little premature,Bill," she said, without a smile. "I'm not engaged to Mr. Van Reypen,and I do not know that I shall be."
"Oh, yes, you will, Patty; but don't be hasty, dear child. Think itover before you decide, for you know there are other things in theworld beside wealth and social position."
"What, for instance?" said Patty, in a flippant tone.
"Love," said Farnsworth, very seriously.
And then Patty was moved by a spirit of perversity. She thought thatif Farnsworth really cared for her, he was handing her over to Philipvery easily, and she resented this attitude.
"Are you implying that Mr. Van Reypen is not capable of giving melove, as well as the other advantages you enumerate?"
"No, Patty, I am not implying anything of the sort. I only know thatyou are too young yet to be engaged to anybody, and I wish for yourown sake you would wait,--at least until you are perfectly sure ofyour own affections. But if they are given to Mr. Van Reypen, I shallbe glad for you that you have chosen so wisely."
Patty looked at Farnsworth in amazement. Remembering what he had saidto her last summer, it was strange to hear him talk this way. Shecould not know that the honest, big-hearted fellow was breaking hisown heart at the thought of losing her; but that he unselfishly feltthat Van Reypen, as a man of the world, was more fitting for prettyPatty than himself. He knew he was Western, and different from Patty'sfriends and associates, and he was so lacking in egotism or inself-conceit that he couldn't recognise his own sterling merits. And,too, though he was interested in some mining projects, they had notyet materialised, and he did not yet know whether the near futurewould bring him great wealth, or exactly the reverse of fortune.
But Patty couldn't read his heart, and she was disappointed and piquedat his manner and words. Without even a glance into his earnest eyes,she said: "Thank you, Bill, for your advice; I know it is well meant,and I appreciate it. Please take me back to Philip now."
Farnsworth gave her a paine
d look, but without a word turned and ledher back to the group they had left.
Philip was waiting there, and Patty, to hide the strange hurt she feltin her own heart, was exceedingly kind in her manner toward him.
"Our dance, Philip," she said, gaily, and though it hadn't beenengaged, Philip was only too glad to get it.
Soon afterward, the ball was over, and they all went home. As Pattycame from the cloak room, wrapped in her fur coat, Philip stepped upto her in such a possessive way, that Farnsworth, who had also beenwaiting for her, turned aside.
"That's a foregone conclusion," said Jim Kenerley to Farnsworth, as heglanced at Patty and Philip.
"Nonsense," said Adele. "Patty isn't thinking of conclusions yet. ButI must say it would be a very satisfactory match."
"Yes, Mr. Van Reypen seems to be a fine fellow," agreed Farnsworth.
When they reached home, Patty said good-night, declaring she was wearyenough to go straight to bed at once.
"Will you come down again later, if you're hungry?" said Philip,smiling at the recollection of Christmas Eve.
"No," and Patty flashed her dimples at him; and knowing thatFarnsworth was listening, she added, "There's no moonlight to-night!"
"Moonlight does help," said Philip. "Good-night, Little Bo-Peep."
"Good-night, Bobby Shafto," and Patty started upstairs, then turned,and holding out her hand to Farnsworth, said "Good-night, King Lear;shall I see you in the morning?"
"No; I leave on the early train," said Farnsworth, abruptly."Good-night, Patty, and good-bye."
He turned away, toward Daisy, and Patty went on upstairs.
Farnsworth had spoken in a kind voice, but Patty knew that he hadheard what she and Philip had said about coming down in the moonlight.
"I think he's a horrid, mean old thing!" said Patty to herself, whenshe reached her own room. "His manners are not half as good asPhilip's, and he's rude and unkind, and I just hate him!"
Whereupon, as if to prove her words, she took from her portfolio thepoem in the blue envelope, and read it all over again; and then put itunder her pillow and went to sleep.
* * * * *
A few days later Patty was back in New York. She gave her father andNan glowing accounts of the delightful times she had had at Fern Fallsand the jollities of a country house party in the winter time. Shetold them all about the pleasant people she had met up there, abouther experience at Mrs. Fay's, and about Farnsworth's flying visits.
"I'd like to meet that man," said Nan. "I think he sounds attractive,Patty."
"He is attractive," said Patty, frankly; "but he's queer. You neverknow what mood he's going to be in. Sometimes he's awfully friendly,and then again he gets huffy over nothing."
"I'm afraid you tease him, Patty," said her father, smiling at her."You're getting to be such a popular young person that I fear you'regetting spoiled."
"Not Patty," said Nan, kindly. "Go ahead, my child, and have all thefun you can. The young men all adore you, and I don't wonder."
"Why, Nancy Bell, how complimentary you are!" and Patty gave herstepmother an affectionate pat.
"But now," said Mr. Fairfield, "if I may have the floor for a minute,I'd like to make an announcement. We have a plan, Patty, which we madewhile you were away, and which I hope will meet with your approval."
"As if I ever disapproved of any of your plans, my dear daddy.Consider my approval granted before you begin."
"Well, it's this: I think Nan is looking a little bit pale, and I feela trifle pale myself, so I think we two will run away down South for afortnight or so, and leave you here."
"Alone?" asked Patty, in surprise.
"Well, no; hardly that. But how would you like to have Mrs. Allen,Nan's mother, come and stay with you?"
"I think that will be lovely," exclaimed Patty. "I'm awfully fond ofMrs. Allen, and I haven't seen her for a long time."
"She's not a very sedate matron," said Nan, laughing. "I dare sayshe'll keep you on the go, Patty. She's fond of opera and concerts,and she likes gaiety. But father will come over for the week-ends, andlook after you both."
Nan's parents lived in Philadelphia, and as they had just returnedfrom a trip abroad, the Fairfields hadn't seen them lately. But it hadseemed to them that the arrangement they had planned would besatisfactory all round, for Mrs. Allen liked to spend a few weeks inNew York each winter.
About a week later the elder Fairfields departed, and Mrs. Allenarrived.
She was a fine-looking lady of a youthful middle age, and lookedforward with pleasure to her visit with Patty.
"Now, you mustn't let me be a burden to you in any way, my dear," Mrs.Allen said, after the two were left alone. "Whenever I can help you,or whenever you want a chaperon, I'm entirely at your service; butwhen I'm not necessary to your plans, don't consider me at all,--anddon't think about entertaining me, for I can look after myself. I'mnever lonely or bored."
"Thank you, Mrs. Allen," said Patty. "I'm sure we shall get on mostbeautifully together, and anything you want or want to do, I want youto give your own orders, just as if you were in your own home."
And so the two had many pleasant times together. They went tomatinees, teas, and concerts, to picture exhibitions, and to cardparties. Mrs. Allen did not care for dances, but went gladly when itwas a party where Patty required a chaperon.
All of the young people liked Mrs. Allen, and she became wellacquainted with all of Patty's friends.
Bill Farnsworth was still in New York. His plans were uncertain, andoften changed from day to day, owing to various details of hisbusiness.
He called on Patty occasionally, but not often, and his calls wereshort and formal.
"I like that big Western chap," Mrs. Allen said to Patty one day; "buthe seems preoccupied. Sometimes he sits as if in a brown study, andsays nothing for quite some minutes. And then, when you speak to him,he answers abruptly, as if bringing his mind back from farawaythoughts."
"I daresay he's very much wrapped up in his business, Mrs. Allen,"said Patty. "They say he's trying to swing a big miningproposition,--whatever that means."
"It may mean a great many things," said Mrs. Allen, thoughtfully. "Ihope he's all right, Patty."
"All right! Big Bill Farnsworth all right? Well, I rather guess he_is_!"
"There, there," and Mrs. Allen laughed. "You needn't take up thecudgels so desperately. I didn't mean to accuse him of anything."
"No, of course you didn't," and Patty laughed, too; "but whatever bigBill may lack in the way of polish or culture, he's absolutely honestand honourable, even to an absurd degree."
"I don't think he lacks culture, Patty. His manners are all right."
"Yes, they're all right, but he hasn't quite the correct ease of a manlike Philip Van Reypen."
"I know what you mean, and I suppose it's the effect of the aristocraticVan Reypen ancestry. But Mr. Farnsworth has such a splendid big air ofreal nobility about him that I think a more formal and conventionaldemeanour would quite spoil him."
"Maybe it would," said Patty, simply.
That very afternoon Farnsworth came to call, and told Patty he hadcome to say good-bye.
"I know you think my farewells never mean anything," he said, smiling;"and I don't wonder, for I often say I am going, and then a telegramobliges me to change my plan. But I think it is positive this timethat I shall leave to-night for Arizona."
"Have you been successful in your undertakings?" asked Patty, with asympathetic interest.
"Yes, I believe I have. I don't want to be over sanguine, and mattersare not yet entirely settled, but I think I have conquered theobstacles which I came to conquer, and I hope all will go well."
"I hope so, Little Billee," said Patty, looking at him with earnestgood will. "I want you to succeed."
"Thank you for that," said Farnsworth, simply.
"And when are you coming East again?"
"I can't tell; I may have to come back in February; but if that is
notnecessary, I shall not come for a year or more. You will be marriedand settled by that time."
"Indeed, I shan't! In fact, I've about made up my mind that I'll nevermarry anybody."
"Girls have said that before, and been known to change their minds.But whatever you do, I wish you all happiness and joy throughout yourwhole life,--Little Apple Blossom."
Farnsworth had risen to go, and he held Patty's hands in both his, ashe looked straight into her eyes.
Patty's own eyes fell beneath his gaze, and she said, "And I wish youhappiness wherever you are, Little Billee."
"Thank you, dear," he said, and then with a final handclasp he wentaway.