From Kingdom to Colony
than you, Dot. Although, to be sure," he added with a laugh, "that is
not saying very much."
Dorothy did not reply. Indeed it would seem that she had not heard
him; and now he laid his hand softly upon one of her own to arouse her
attention as he called her by name.
At this she started, and turned her face to him.
"What, Hugh--what is it?" she asked confusedly.
His smiling face became sober at once, and a curious intentness crept
into his blue eyes while he and Dorothy looked at each other without
speaking. Then he asked deliberately, "Of what were you dreaming just
now, Dot?"
A burning blush deepened the color in her cheeks, and her eyes fell
before those that seemed to be searching her very thoughts.
"Shall I make a guess?" he said, a strange thrill now creeping into his
voice and causing her to lift her eyes again. "Were you dreaming of
that young redcoat you were walking with this morning?"
She sprang to her feet and faced him, her eyes blazing, and her slight
form trembling with anger.
"I was not walking with any such," she replied hotly. "How dare you
say so?"
"Because it so appeared as I came along the Salem road," was his calm
answer. "I saw him on one side of the road leaning against the stone
wall, and watching you, as you went from the wall on the opposite side,
and across your father's lot. His eyes were fixed upon you as though
he were never going to look away; indeed he never saw nor heard me
until my horse was directly in front of him."
Dorothy was now looking down at the floor, and made no reply.
After waiting a moment for her to speak, Hugh took both her hands and
held them close, while he said with an earnestness that seemed almost
solemn in its intensity: "Don't deceive me, Dot. Don't tell me aught
that is not true, when you can trust me to defend you and your
happiness with my life, if needs be."
His words comforted her in a way she could not explain. And yet they
startled her; for she was still too much of a child, and Hugh Knollys
had been too long a part of her every-day life, for her to suspect how
it really was with him.
"I was not intending to tell you any untruth, Hugh. But--I was not
walking with him."
The anger had now gone from her eyes, and she left her hands to lie
quietly in his clasp. But she had not forgotten the warm pressure of
those other hands in whose keeping they had been that same morning.
"Had you not seen him, Dot?" Hugh asked, looking keenly into her face.
At this her whole nature was up in rebellion, for she could not brook
his pursuing the matter farther, after what she had already told him.
"Let go my hands!" she exclaimed angrily. "Let me go! You have no
right to question me as to my doings."
He dropped her hands at once, and rising to his feet, turned his back
to her, and looked out of the window. A mighty flood of jealousy was
surging through his brain; and that which he had so long repressed was
struggling hard to uproot itself from the secret depths,--where he was
striving to hide it from her knowledge--and burst forth in fierce words
from his lips.
Had this hated Britisher dared to steal into the sacred place of the
child's heart, which he himself, from a sense of honor, was bound to
make no effort to penetrate? The mere suspicion of such a thing was
maddening.
Dorothy glanced at him. How big and angry he looked, standing there
with tightly folded arms, his lips compressed, and his brows contracted
into a deep scowl! How unlike he was to the sunny-faced Hugh Knollys
who had been her companion since childhood!
"Don't be angry with me, Hugh," she pleaded softly, venturing timidly
to touch his shoulder.
He whirled about so suddenly as to startle her, and she fell back a
pace, her wondering eyes staring at the set white face before her.
"I am not angry, Dot," he said, letting his arms drop from their
clasping; "I am only--hurt." And he slowly resumed his place upon the
window-seat.
"I don't wish to hurt you, Hugh," Dorothy declared, as she sat down by
him again.
He seemed to make an effort to smile, as he asked, "Don't you?"
"No, I do not." And now her voice began to gather a little asperity.
"But you do not seem to consider that you said aught to hurt me, as
well."
He took her hand and stroked it gently.
"You know well, Dot," he said, "that I'd not hurt you by word or deed.
And it is only when I think you are doing what is like to hurt
yourself, that I make bold to speak as I did just now."
Dorothy was silent, but her brain was busy. The thought had come to
her that she must bind him by some means,--make it certain that he
should not speak of this matter to her brother. And a wild
impulse--one she did not stop to question--urged her to see that the
young soldier was not brought to any accounting for whatever he had
done.
She wondered how much Hugh might know, and how much was only
suspicion,--surmise. And with the intent to satisfy herself as to
this, she said, "Just because you saw a redcoat watching me, as you
thought, and at a distance, you forthwith accuse me of walking with
him."
She spoke with a fine show of impatience and reproof, but still
permitting him to hold and caress her hand.
"Aye, Dot, but there be redcoats and redcoats. And this one happened
to be that yellow-faced gallant we are forever meeting, the one you--"
She interrupted him. "I know what you mean. But I tell you truly,
Hugh, I had not been walking with him, nor did I know he was by the
stone wall looking after me, as you say."
"And you had not seen him?" Hugh asked, now beginning to appear more
like himself, and bending his smiling face down to look at her.
But the smile vanished, as he met her faltering eyes.
"Don't tell me, Dot, if you'd sooner not; only know that you can trust
me, if you will, and I'll never fail you,--never!"
These words, and the way they were spoken, settled all her doubts, and
clasping her other hand over his, that still held her own, she burst
forth impetuously: "Oh, I will tell you, Hugh. Only you'll promise me
that you'll never tell of it, not even to Jack."
The young man hesitated, but only for a second, as the sweet prospect
of a secret between them--one to be shared by no other, not even her
idolized brother--swept away all other thoughts.
"I promise that I'll tell no one, Dot,--not even Jack."
He spoke slowly and guardedly, the better to hide the mad beating of
his heart, and the effort he was making to restrain himself from taking
her in his arms and telling her what she was to him.
Dorothy uttered a little sigh, as if greatly relieved. Then she said
with an air of perfect frankness: "Well, Hugh, I _did_ see him--up in
the wood, as I was coming from old Ruth's. He spoke to me, and I ran
away from him."
"What did he say?" Hugh demanded quickly.
"Oh, I cannot remember,--he startled me so. I was dreadfully
frightened, although I am sure he meant no harm."
"No harm," Hugh repeated wrathfully. "It was sufficient harm for him
to dare speak to you at all."
"No, but it was not," the girl declared emphatically. "He and I are
acquainted, you know--after a fashion. It was not the first time he
has spoken to me, nor I to him, for that matter."
Hugh's blue eyes flashed with anger.
"I have a great mind to make it the last!" he exclaimed with hot
indignation, and half starting from his seat.
But Dorothy pushed him back. "Now mark this, Hugh Knollys," she said
warningly,--"if you say aught to him, and so make me the subject of
unseemly brawling, I'll never speak to you again,--no, not the longest
day we both live!" And she brought her small clenched fist down with
enforcing emphasis upon Hugh's broad palm.
"What a little spitfire you are, Dot!" And he smiled at her once more.
"Spitfire, is it? You seem to have a plentiful supply of compliments
for me this day." She spoke almost gayly, pleased as she was to have
diverted him so easily.
He was now staring at her with a new expression in his eyes, and
appeared to be turning over some matter in his mind; and Dorothy
remained silent, wondering what it might be.
"Dorothy," he said presently, and very gravely, "I wonder will you
promise me something?"
"I must know first what it is." She was smiling, and yet wishing he
would not look at her in such a strange way; she had never known before
that his frank, good-natured face could wear so sober an aspect.
"I wish you would promise me that you'll keep out of this fellow's
way,--that you'll never permit him to hold any converse with you, and,
above all, when no one else is by."
"I'll promise no such thing," she answered promptly, and with a look of
defiance.
"And why not?" he asked in the same grave way, and with no show of
being irritated by her quick refusal. Indeed he now spoke even more
gently than before.
"Because," she replied, "it is a silly thing to ask. He is a
gentleman; and I do not feel bound to fly from before him like a guilty
thing, or as though I were not able to take care of myself. Besides,
we are not like to meet again--he and I."
Her voice sank at the last words, as though she were speaking them to
herself--and it had a touch of wistfulness or of regret.
This set Hugh to scowling once more. But he said nothing, and sat
toying in an abstracted fashion with her small, soft fingers.
The desire to plead his own cause was again strong upon him, and he was
wondering if he might not in some way sound the depths of her feeling
toward him, without violating the pledge which, although unspoken by
his lips, he knew her brother--his own dearest friend--assumed to have
been given.
He was aroused from these speculations by a question from Dorothy.
"You will never speak to him of me in any manner, will you, Hugh?" she
asked coaxingly.
"Speak to whom?" he inquired in turn. Then, noting the embarrassment
in her eyes, he muttered something--and not altogether a blessing--upon
Cornet Southorn.
"But you 'll--promise me you 'll," she insisted.
"And if I promise?" he asked slowly. He was looking into her face,
thinking how sweet her lips were, and wishing he could throw honor to
the winds and kiss them--just once, while they were so close to his own.
"There is nothing," she declared with a sudden impulse, "that I will
not do for you in return!"
"Nothing!" A reckless light was now growing in his eyes. "Are you
sure, Dot, there is nothing?"
"No, nothing I can do," she affirmed. But she could not help remarking
his eagerness and illy repressed excitement, and felt that she must
keep herself on guard against a possible demonstration,--something
whose nature she could not foresee.
The young man was still looking fixedly at her. But now he let go her
hands and sprang to his feet.
"I'll make no bargain with you, Dot," he said excitedly. "I hate this
man, and have from the very first, and I hope I'll have the good
fortune before many days to meet him face to face, in fair fight. But
I promise, as you ask it, that I'll seek no quarrel with him. And even
had you not asked, I'd surely never have mentioned your name to him."
"Thank you." Dorothy spoke very quietly; and before he could know of
her intention she snatched his hand and kissed it.
She did it so suddenly and quickly that he knew not what to say or do.
He felt the hot blood rush to his face, and found himself trembling
from the storm aroused within him by her caress.
Before he could speak, she was on her feet alongside him, smiling up
into his burning face, and saying, "You are a good friend to me, Hugh,
and I'll not forget it." Then, as she laid her hand on his arm, "Come,
I will play something for you; I feel just in the humor for it."
He followed her into the drawing-room, where a huge wood-fire leaped