Courtland took it with the sickening consciousness that for the last five minutes he had been an unconscionable ass. He could not prolong the interview after she had so significantly risen. If he had only taken his leave and kept the letter and locket for a later visit, perhaps when they were older friends! It was too late now. He bent over her hand for a moment, again thanked her for her courtesy, and withdrew. A moment later she heard the receding beat of his horses hoofs on the road.
She opened the drawer of a brass-handled cabinet, and after a moments critical survey of her picture in the dead mans locket, tossed it and the letter into the recesses of the drawer. Then she stopped, removed her little slipper from her foot, looked at THAT, too, thoughtfully, and called Sophy!
Miss Sally? said the girl, reappearing at the door.
Are you sure you did not move that ladder?
I clare to goodness, Miss Sally, I never teched it!
Miss Sally directed a critical glance at her handmaidens red-coifed head. No, she said to herself softly, it felt nicer than wool, anyway!
CHAPTER III
In spite of the awkward termination of his visit,or perhaps BECAUSE of it,Courtland called again at the plantation within the week. But this time he was accompanied by Drummond, and was received by Miss Miranda Dows, a tall, aquiline-nosed spinster of fifty, whose old-time politeness had become slightly affected, and whose old beliefs had given way to a half-cynical acceptance of new facts. Mr. Drummond, delighted with the farm and its management, was no less fascinated by Miss Sally, while Courtland was now discreet enough to divide his attentions between her and her aunt, with the result that he was far from participating in Champneys conviction of Miss Mirandas unimportance. To the freedmen she still represented the old implacable task-mistress, and it was evident that they superstitiously believed that she still retained a vague power of overriding the Fourteenth Amendment at her pleasure, and was only to be restrained by the mediation of the good-humored and sensible Miss Sally. Courtland was quick to see the value of this influence in the transition state of the freedmen, and pointed it out to his principal. Drummonds previous doubts and skepticism, already weakened by Miss Sallys fascinations, vanished entirely at this prospect of beneficially utilizing these lingering evils of slavery. He was convinced, he was even enthusiastic. The foreign investors were men to be bought out; the estate improved and enlarged by the company, and the fair owners retained in the management and control. Like most prejudiced men, Drummonds conversion was sudden and extreme, and, being a practical man, was at once acted upon. At a second and third interview the preliminaries were arranged, and in three weeks from Courtlands first visit, the Dows plantation and part of Major Reeds were merged in the Drummond Syndicate, and placed beyond financial uncertainty. Courtland remained to represent the company as superintendent at Redlands, and with the transfer of the English investments Champney retired, as he had suggested, to a smaller venture of his own, on a plantation a few miles distant which the company had been unable to secure.
During this interval Courtland had frequent interviews with Miss Sally, and easy and unrestrained access to her presence. He had never again erred on the side of romance or emotion; he had never again referred to the infelix letter and photograph; and, without being obliged to confine himself strictly to business affairs, he had maintained an even, quiet, neighborly intercourse with her. Much of this was the result of his own self-control and soldierly training, and gave little indication of the deeper feeling that he was conscious lay beneath it. At times he caught the young girls eyes fixed upon him with a mischievous curiosity. A strange thrill went through him; there are few situations so subtle and dangerous as the accidental confidences and understandings of two young people of opposite sex, even though the question of any sentimental inclination be still in abeyance. Courtland knew that Miss Sally remembered the too serious attitude he had taken towards her past. She might laugh at it, and even resent it, but she KNEW it, remembered it, knew that HE did, and this precious knowledge was confined to themselves. It was in their minds when there was a pause in their more practical and conventional conversation, and was even revealed in the excessive care which Miss Sally later took to avert at the right moment her mischievously smiling eyes. Once she went farther. Courtland had just finished explaining to her a plan for substituting small farm buildings for the usual half-cultivated garden-patches dear to the negro field-hand, and had laid down the drawings on the table in the office, when the young lady, leaning against it with her hands behind her, fixed her bright gray eyes on his serious face.
I vow and protest, connle, she said, dropping into one of the quaint survivals of an old-time phraseology peculiar to her people, I never allowed yo could just give yoself up to business, soul and body, as yo do, when I first met yo that day.
Why, what did you think me? he asked quickly.
Miss Sally, who had a Southern aptitude for gesture, took one little hand from behind her, twirled it above her head with a pretty air of disposing of some airy nothing in a presumably masculine fashion, and said, Oh, THAT.
I am afraid I did not impress you then as a very practical man, he said, with a faint color.
I thought you roosted rather high, connle, to pick up many worms in the moning. But, she added with a dazzling smile, I reckon from what yo said about the photograph, yo thought I wasnt exactly what yo believed I ought to be, either.
He would have liked to tell her then and there that he would have been content if those bright, beautiful eyes had never kindled with anything but love or womanly aspiration; that that soft, lazy, caressing voice had never been lifted beyond the fireside or domestic circle; that the sunny, tendriled hair and pink ears had never inclined to anything but whispered admiration; and that the graceful, lithe, erect figure, so independent and self-contained, had been satisfied to lean only upon his arm for support. He was conscious that this had been in his mind when he first saw her; he was equally conscious that she was more bewilderingly fascinating to him in her present inaccessible intelligence and practicality.
I confess, he said, looking into her eyes with a vague smile, I did not expect you would be so forgetful of some one who had evidently cared for you.
Meaning Mr. Chet Brooks, or Mr. Joyce Masterton, or both. Thats like most yo men, connle. Yo reckon because a girl pleases yo she ought to be grateful all her lifeand yors, too! Yo think different now! But yo neednt act up to it quite so much. She made a little deprecating gesture with her disengaged hand as if to ward off any retaliating gallantry. I aint speaking for myself, connle. Yo and me are good enough friends. But the girls round here think yo re a trifle too much taken up with rice and niggers. And looking at it even in yor light, connle, it aint BUSINESS. Yo want to keep straight with Major Reed, so it would be just as well to square the majors woman folks. Tavy and Gussie Reed aint exactly poisonous, connle, and yo might see one or the other home from church next Sunday. The Sunday after that, just to show yo aint particular, and that yo go in for being a regular beau, yo might walk home with ME. Dont be frightenedIve got a better gown than this. Its a new one, just come home from Louisville, and Ill wear it for the occasion.