She was always cheered by Mrs.Weatherstone's letters; and Mrs.Porne came to see her, and to compare notes over their friend's success.For Mrs.Weatherstone had been presented at Court--at more than one court, in fact; and Mrs.Weatherstone had been proposed to by a Duke--and had refused him! Orchardina well-nigh swooned when this was known.
She had been studying, investigating, had become known in scientific as well as social circles, and on her way back the strenuous upper layer of New York Society had also made much of her.Rumors grew of her exquisite costumes, of her unusual jewels, of her unique entertainments, of her popularity everywhere she went.
Other proposals, of a magnificent nature, were reported, with more magnificent refusals; and Orchardina began to be very proud of young Mrs.Weatherstone and to wish she would come back.
She did at last, bringing an Italian Prince with her, and a Hoch Geborene German Count also, who alleged they were travelling to study the country, but who were reputed to have had a duel already on the beautiful widow's account.
All this was long-drawn gossip but bore some faint resemblance to the facts.Viva Weatherstone at thirty was a very different woman front the pale, sad-eyed girl of four years earlier.And when the great house on the avenue was arrayed in new magnificence, and all Orchardina--that dared--had paid its respects to her, she opened the season, as it were, with a brilliant dinner, followed by a reception and ball.
All Orchardina came--so far as it had been invited.There was the Prince, sure enough--a pleasant, blue-eyed young man.And there was the Count, bearing visible evidence of duels a-plenty in earlier days.And there was Diantha Bell--receiving, with Mrs.Porne and Mrs.
Weatherstone.All Orchardina stared.Diantha had been at the dinner--that was clear.And now she stood there in her soft, dark evening dress, the knot of golden acacias nestling against the black lace at her bosom, looking as fair and sweet as if she had never had a care in her life.
Her mother thought her the most beautiful thing she had ever seen; and her father, though somewhat critical, secretly thought so, too.
Mrs.Weatherstone cast many a loving look at the tall girl beside her in the intervals of "Delighted to see you's," and saw that her double burden had had no worse effect than to soften the lines of the mouth and give a hint of pathos to the clear depths of her eyes.
The foreign visitors were much interested in the young Amazon of Industry, as the Prince insisted on calling her; and even the German Count for a moment forgot his ancestors in her pleasant practical talk.
Mrs.Weatherstone had taken pains to call upon the Wardens--claiming a connection, if not a relationship, and to invite them all.And as the crowd grew bigger and bigger, Diantha saw Mrs.Warden at last approaching with her four daughters--and no one else.She greeted them politely and warmly; but Mrs.Weatherstone did more.
Holding them all in a little group beside her, she introduced her noble visitors to them; imparted the further information that their brother was _fiance_ to Miss Bell."I don't see him," she said, looking about.
"He will come later, of course.Ah, Miss Madeline! How proud you all must feel of your sister-in-law to be!"Madeline blushed and tried to say she was.
"Such a remarkable young lady!" said the Count to Adeline."You will admire, envy, and imitate! Is it not so?""Your ladies of America have all things in your hands," said the Prince to Miss Cora."To think that she has done so much, and is yet so young--and so beautiful!""I know you're all as proud as you can be," Mrs.Weatherstone continued to Dora."You see, Diantha has been heard of abroad."They all passed on presently, as others came; but Mrs.Warden's head was reeling.She wished she could by any means get at Ross, and _make_ him come, which he had refused to do.
"I can't, mother," he had said."You go--all of you.Take the girls.
I'll call for you at twelve--but I won't go in."Mr.and Mrs.Thaddler were there--but not happy.She was not, at least, and showed it; he was not until an idea struck him.He dodged softly out, and was soon flying off, at dangerous speed over the moon-white country roads.
He found Ross, dressed and ready, sulking blackly on his shadowy porch.
"Come and take a spin while you wait," said Mr.Thaddler.
"Thanks, I have to go in town later."
"I'll take you in town."
"Thank you, but I have to take the horses in and bring out my mother and the girls.""I'll bring you all out in the car.Come on--it's a great night."So Ross rather reluctantly came.
