the least idea what she said.
Things got steady again directly, and while Maud expatiated on the
great surprise, Polly ventured to look at Tom, feeling glad that her
back was toward the light, and his was not. It was not a large
room, and Tom seemed to fill it entirely; not that he had grown so
very much, except broader in the shoulders, but there was a brisk,
genial, free-and-easy air about him, suggestive of a stirring,
out-of-door life, with people who kept their eyes wide open, and
were not very particular what they did with their arms and legs.
The rough-and-ready travelling suit, stout boots, brown face, and
manly beard, changed him so much, that Polly could find scarcely
a trace of elegant Tom Shaw in the hearty-looking young man who
stood with one foot on a chair, while he talked business to his
father in a sensible way, which delighted the old gentleman. Polly
liked the change immensely, and sat listening to the state of
Western trade with as much interest as if it had been the most
thrilling romance, for, as he talked, Tom kept looking at her with a
nod or a smile so like old times, that for a little while, she forgot
Maria Bailey, and was in bliss.
By and by Fanny came flying in, and gave Tom a greater surprise
than his had been. He had not the least suspicion of what had been
going on at home, for Fan had said to herself, with girlish malice,
“If he don’t choose to tell me his secrets, I ‘m not going to tell
mine,” and had said nothing about Sydney, except an occasional
allusion to his being often there, and very kind. Therefore, when
she announced her engagement, Tom looked so staggered for a
minute, that Fan thought he did n’t like it; but after the first
surprise passed, he showed such an affectionate satisfaction, that
she was both touched and flattered.
“What do you think of this performance?” asked Tom, wheeling
round to Polly, who still sat by Mrs. Shaw, in the shadow of the
bed-curtains.
“I like it very much,” she said in such a hearty tone, that Tom
could not doubt the genuineness of her pleasure.
“Glad of that. Hope you ‘ll be as well pleased with another
engagement that ‘s coming out before long”; and with an odd
laugh, Tom carried Sydney off to his den, leaving the girls to
telegraph to one another the awful message, “It is Maria Bailey.”
How she managed to get through that evening, Polly never knew,
yet it was not a long one, for at eight o’clock she slipped out of the
room, meaning to run home alone, and not compel any one to
serve as escort. But she did not succeed, for as she stood warming
her rubbers at the dining-room fire, wondering pensively as she did
so if Maria Bailey had small feet, and if Tom ever put her rubbers
on for her, the little overshoes were taken out of her hands, and
Tom’s voice said, reproachfully, “Did you really mean to run away,
and not let me go home with you?”
“I ‘m not afraid; I did n’t want to take you away,” began Polly,
secretly hoping that she did n’t look too pleased.
“But I like to be taken away. Why, it ‘s a whole year since I went
home with you; do you remember that?” said Tom, flapping the
rubbers about without any signs of haste.
“Does it seem long?”
“Everlasting!”
Polly meant to say that quite easily, and smile incredulously at his
answer; but in spite of the coquettish little rose-colored hood she
wore, and which she knew was very becoming, she did not look or
speak gayly, and Tom saw something in the altered face that made
him say hastily, “I ‘m afraid you ‘ve been doing too much this
winter; you look tired out, Polly.”
“Oh, no! it suits me to be very busy,” and she began to drag on her
gloves as if to prove it.
“But it does n’t suit me to have you get thin and pale, you know.”
Polly looked up to thank him, but never did, for there was
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