Gallantry. Dizain des Fetes Galantes

glorious fiasco of Dungeness.] and afraid of powder!'

'It is not the powder that I fear.'

'What, then?' said she, in sinking to the divan beside the disordered tea-table.

'There are two of them,' said Mr. Erwyn, 'and they are so red—'

'Nonsense!' cried Miss Allonby, with heightened color.

''Tis best to avoid temptation,' said Mr. Erwyn, virtuously.

'Undoubtedly,' she assented, 'it is best to avoid having your ears boxed.'

Mr. Erwyn sighed as if in the relinquishment of an empire. Miss Allonby moved to the farther end of the divan.

'What was it,' she demanded, 'that you had to tell me?'

''Tis a matter of some importance—' said Mr. Erwyn.

'Heavens!' said Miss Allonby, and absent-mindedly drew aside her skirts; 'one would think you about to make a declaration.'

Mr. Erwyn sat down beside her, 'I have been known,' said he, 'to do such things.'

The divan was strewn with cushions in the Oriental fashion. Miss Allonby, with some adroitness, slipped one of them between her person and the locality of her neighbor. 'Oh!' said Miss Allonby.

'Yes,' said he, smiling over the dragon-embroidered barrier; 'I admit that I am even now shuddering upon the verge of matrimony.'

'Indeed!' she marvelled, secure in her fortress. 'Have you selected an accomplice?'

'Split me, yes!' said Mr. Erwyn.

'And have I the honor of her acquaintance?' said Miss Allonby.

'Provoking!' said Mr. Erwyn; 'no woman knows her better.'

Miss Allonby smiled. 'Dear Mr. Erwyn,' she stated, 'this is a disclosure I have looked for these six months.'

'Split me!' said Mr. Erwyn.

'Heavens, yes!' said she. 'You have been a rather dilatory lover—'

'I am inexpressibly grieved, that I should have kept you waiting—'

'—and in fact, I had frequently thought of reproaching you for your tardiness—'

'Nay, in that case,' said Mr. Erwyn, 'the matter could, no doubt, have been more expeditiously arranged.'

'—since your intentions have been quite apparent.'

Mr. Erwyn removed the cushion. 'You do not, then, disapprove,' said he, 'of my intentions?'

'Indeed, no,' said Miss Allonby; 'I think you will make an excellent step-father.'

The cushion fell to the floor. Mr. Erwyn replaced it and smiled.

'And so,' Miss Allonby continued, 'Mother, believing me in ignorance, has deputed you to inform me of this most transparent secret? How strange is the blindness of lovers! But I suppose,' sighed Miss Allonby, 'we are all much alike.'

'We?' said Mr. Erwyn, softly.

'I meant—' said Miss Allonby, flushing somewhat.

'Yes?' said Mr. Erwyn. His voice sank to a pleading cadence. 'Dear child, am I not worthy of trust?'

There was a microscopic pause.

'I am going to the Pantiles this afternoon,' declared Miss Allonby, at length, 'to feed the swans.'

'Ah,' said Mr. Erwyn, and with comprehension; 'surely, he, too, is rather tardy.'

'Oh,' said she, 'then you know?'

'I know,' he announced, 'that there is a tasteful and secluded summer-house near the Fountain of Neptune.'

'I was never allowed,' said Miss Allonby, unconvincingly, 'to go into secluded summer-houses with any one; and, besides, the gardeners keep their beer jugs there—under the biggest bench.'

Mr. Erwyn beamed upon her paternally. 'I was not, till this, aware,' said he, 'that Captain Audaine was so much interested in ornithology. Yet what if, even when he is seated upon that biggest bench, your Captain does not utterly lose the head he is contributing to the tete-a-tete?'

'Oh, but he will,' said Miss Allonby, with confidence; then she reflectively added: 'I shall have again to be painfully surprised by his declaration, for, after all, it will only be his seventh.'

'Doubtless,' Mr. Erwyn considered, 'your astonishment will be extreme when you rebuke him, there above hortensial beer jugs—'

'And I shall be deeply grieved that he has so utterly misunderstood my friendly interest in his welfare; and I shall be highly indignant after he has—in effect, after he has—'

'But not until afterward?' said Mr. Erwyn, holding up a forefinger. 'Well, I have told you their redness is fatal to good resolutions.'

'—after he has astounded me by his seventh avowal. And I shall behave in precisely the same manner the eighth time he recurs to the repugnant subject.'

'But the ninth time?' said Mr. Erwyn.

'He has remarkably expressive eyes,' Miss Allonby stated, 'and really, Mr. Erwyn, it is the most lovable creature when it raves about my flint-heartedness and cutting its poor throat and murdering every man I ever nodded to!'

'Ah, youth, youth!' sighed Mr. Erwyn. 'Dear child, I pray you, do not trifle with the happiness that is within your grasp! Si jeunesse savait—the proverb is somewhat musty. But we who have attained the St. Martin's summer of our lives and have grown capable of but a calm and tempered affection at the utmost—we cannot but look wistfully upon the raptures and ignorance of youth, and we would warn you, were it possible, of the many dangers whereby you are encompassed. For Love is a deity that must not be trifled with; his voice may chaunt the requiem of all which is bravest in our mingled natures, or sound a stave of such nobility as heartens us through life. He is kindly, but implacable; beneficent, a bestower of all gifts upon the faithful, a bestower of very terrible gifts upon those that flout him; and I who speak to you have seen my own contentment blighted, by just such flippant jesting with Love's omnipotence, before the edge of my first razor had been dulled. 'Tis true, I have lived since in indifferent comfort; yet it is but a dreary banquet where there is no platter laid for Love, and within the chambers of my heart—dust-gathering now, my dear!—he has gone unfed these fifteen years or more.'

'Ah, goodness!' sighed Miss Allonby, touched by the ardor of his speech. 'And so, you have loved Mother all of fifteen years?'

'Nay, split me—!' said Mr. Erwyn.

'Your servant, sir,' said the voice of Lady Allonby; 'I trust you young people have adjusted matters to your satisfaction?'

III

'Dear madam,' cried Miss Allonby, 'I am overjoyed!' then kissed her step-mother vigorously and left the room, casting in passage an arch glance at Mr. Erwyn.

'O vulgarity!' said Lady Allonby, recovering her somewhat rumpled dignity, 'the sweet child is yet unpolished. But, I suppose, we may regard the matter as settled?'

'Yes,' said Mr. Erwyn, 'I think, dear lady, we may with safety regard the matter as settled.'

'Dorothy is of an excitable nature,' she observed, and seated herself upon the divan; 'and you, dear Mr. Erwyn, who know women so thoroughly, will overlook the agitation of an artless girl placed in quite unaccustomed circumstances. Nay, I myself was affected by my first declaration,''

'Doubtless,' said Mr. Erwyn, and sank beside her. 'Lord Stephen was very moving.'

'I can assure you,' said she, smiling, 'that he was not the first.'

'I' gad,' said he, 'I remember perfectly, in the old days, when you were betrothed to that black-visaged young parson—'