Cupid's Understudy [11]
Porter." "The telegram must be dispatched at once," she announced, glancing impatiently at her watch.
"If you will call the office and ask them to send up a boy with some forms, I will think over what I wish to say," I said.
When the boy arrived I had decided upon my message. It was:
"BLAKELY PORTER, Ventura."
"If you do not return at once with your captive I shall consider that we have never met."
"ELIZABETH."
I wrote it out on a form and handed it to Mrs. Porter. "Will that do?" I asked.
She read it at a glance. "Yes," she said, "it will do. Here, boy, see that this is rushed."
"I'm glad it was satisfactory," I said. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Porter."
"My dear girl . . ."
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Porter."
Still she did not go. I realized her predicament, and was childish enough to enjoy it, for Blakely's mother could not bear to accept a favor from a social inferior. Had I been a child, she would have patted me on the head and presented me with a sugar plum. As matters stood she was quite at sea; she wished to do something gracious--she didn't know how.
To make her position more impossible, who should come stalking into the room but Dad,--dear, unsuspecting Dad. When he saw Mrs. Porter he immediately jumped at a whole row of conclusions.
"Well, well well!" he said. "This is a sight that does me good. I'm very glad indeed to see you, Mrs. Porter. Your son has had an idea that you were opposed to meeting Elizabeth; but I knew he couldn't be right. And here you are; calling on her? Well, well, well! Elizabeth, haven't you any tea to offer Blakely's mother!"
"Mrs. Porter was just leaving" I managed to say. "She has been here some time."
Dad beamed on us both.
"I told Blakely, Elizabeth couldn't marry him until you consented," he blundered on, "but now I suppose it is all arranged. These children of ours are wonderfully impatient. I'm as fond of Blakely as if he were my own son, and you'll feel the same about Elizabeth when you've known her longer."
"Don't let Dad keep you, Mrs. Porter," I said. "I'm sure you have many things to attend to."
Blakely's mother who had been standing like one in a dream, now woke up.
"Yes," she said, "I must be going. I called informally on Elizabeth to beg you both to come to my dinner to-night."
"I told her we couldn't possibly come," I began. "Nonsense! Of course we can come," Dad declared. "It will quite upset Blakely if you don't come, and I shall be so disappointed."
"There, there," said Dad, "you're not going to disappoint Blakely's mother by refusing."
"No," I replied. "If Mrs. Porter really wants us we shall be delighted to come."
"If either of you fails me it will make me most unhappy" she said, and there was a note of sincerity, in her voice that was unmistakable.
"Thank you," I murmured. "We shall not fail you."
Chapter Ten
When Blakely returned with the grand duke, he came straight to me. What he expected was an explanation; what he actually received was the worst scolding of his life. But the poor boy was so apologetic and so humble, I finally relented, and kissed him, and told him all about his mother's call, and its surprising consequences.
"I suppose I should be grateful," I said, "but the idea of going to the ducal dinner fills me with rage."
"Let's be ill, and dine together."
"I can't, I've given my word. And then there's Dad; he feels now that all the prophecies he has uttered in regard to your mother have at last come true. It's only my wicked pride that's talking, dear. Please don't pay any attention to it."
And then Blakely said one of the sweetest things he ever said to me. Of course, it wasn't true but it made me so happy. "Dearest," he said "everything I should love best to be, you are."
Before dressing for dinner, Dad came to my room "to talk things over," as he put it. He was so superbly satisfied with himself and the world, I could hardly forbear a smile.
"Naturally, I should be the last person to say 'I told you so', Elizabeth, but you see what patience has done. It is always
"If you will call the office and ask them to send up a boy with some forms, I will think over what I wish to say," I said.
When the boy arrived I had decided upon my message. It was:
"BLAKELY PORTER, Ventura."
"If you do not return at once with your captive I shall consider that we have never met."
"ELIZABETH."
I wrote it out on a form and handed it to Mrs. Porter. "Will that do?" I asked.
She read it at a glance. "Yes," she said, "it will do. Here, boy, see that this is rushed."
"I'm glad it was satisfactory," I said. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Porter."
"My dear girl . . ."
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Porter."
Still she did not go. I realized her predicament, and was childish enough to enjoy it, for Blakely's mother could not bear to accept a favor from a social inferior. Had I been a child, she would have patted me on the head and presented me with a sugar plum. As matters stood she was quite at sea; she wished to do something gracious--she didn't know how.
To make her position more impossible, who should come stalking into the room but Dad,--dear, unsuspecting Dad. When he saw Mrs. Porter he immediately jumped at a whole row of conclusions.
"Well, well well!" he said. "This is a sight that does me good. I'm very glad indeed to see you, Mrs. Porter. Your son has had an idea that you were opposed to meeting Elizabeth; but I knew he couldn't be right. And here you are; calling on her? Well, well, well! Elizabeth, haven't you any tea to offer Blakely's mother!"
"Mrs. Porter was just leaving" I managed to say. "She has been here some time."
Dad beamed on us both.
"I told Blakely, Elizabeth couldn't marry him until you consented," he blundered on, "but now I suppose it is all arranged. These children of ours are wonderfully impatient. I'm as fond of Blakely as if he were my own son, and you'll feel the same about Elizabeth when you've known her longer."
"Don't let Dad keep you, Mrs. Porter," I said. "I'm sure you have many things to attend to."
Blakely's mother who had been standing like one in a dream, now woke up.
"Yes," she said, "I must be going. I called informally on Elizabeth to beg you both to come to my dinner to-night."
"I told her we couldn't possibly come," I began. "Nonsense! Of course we can come," Dad declared. "It will quite upset Blakely if you don't come, and I shall be so disappointed."
"There, there," said Dad, "you're not going to disappoint Blakely's mother by refusing."
"No," I replied. "If Mrs. Porter really wants us we shall be delighted to come."
"If either of you fails me it will make me most unhappy" she said, and there was a note of sincerity, in her voice that was unmistakable.
"Thank you," I murmured. "We shall not fail you."
Chapter Ten
When Blakely returned with the grand duke, he came straight to me. What he expected was an explanation; what he actually received was the worst scolding of his life. But the poor boy was so apologetic and so humble, I finally relented, and kissed him, and told him all about his mother's call, and its surprising consequences.
"I suppose I should be grateful," I said, "but the idea of going to the ducal dinner fills me with rage."
"Let's be ill, and dine together."
"I can't, I've given my word. And then there's Dad; he feels now that all the prophecies he has uttered in regard to your mother have at last come true. It's only my wicked pride that's talking, dear. Please don't pay any attention to it."
And then Blakely said one of the sweetest things he ever said to me. Of course, it wasn't true but it made me so happy. "Dearest," he said "everything I should love best to be, you are."
Before dressing for dinner, Dad came to my room "to talk things over," as he put it. He was so superbly satisfied with himself and the world, I could hardly forbear a smile.
"Naturally, I should be the last person to say 'I told you so', Elizabeth, but you see what patience has done. It is always