But Eleanor flared up in defence of her friend Dalky. If you knew that girl as well as Polly and I understand her from school days, youd not take this generous view of her and her mothers schemes. I only hope Dalky hasnt any idea of inviting her to go with us on his yachting cruise. Shed just spoil all the fun for me!
With Elizabeth present at the table Id feel embarrassed in speaking of our plan, Nolla; or of saying a word about any cruise, added Polly, seriously.
Yes, thats just it: Elizabeth is a kill-joy for every one wherever she goes, was Eleanors angry retort.
Well, girls, let us not excite ourselves before we know why Elizabeth is present to-night. Plenty of time to talk over her lack of amiability when we discover she will be a member of Dalkys party, advised Mrs. Fabian, moving towards the door of the dressing room.
As she opened it the four friends who were ready to leave fell back because the object of their criticism stood upon the threshold.
Oh, dear! cried the girl with a pretty pretence of feeling surprise, as she quickly placed her hands over her heart. I was told to leave my wraps in Daddys guestroom, but I was not aware that it was occupied. Im sorry if I startled you as I have been.
Elizabeth Dalken was the fashionable product of New Yorks ultra society at least she and her mother liked to believe they were embraced upon that clannish upper-plane. But it is doubtful if one of the Four Hundred even dreamed of there being such aspirants to recognition.
The girl was very pretty, in an appealing ingenue way, her type being of the clinging order. Her features were regular enough, but lacked all signs of confidence or character. Her hair was beautiful, being of the wavy, fluffy, gold shade of blonde. Were it not for her stylish apparel, and the lines produced by the highest-priced tailor and mantua-maker in the country, Elizabeths figure might have been termed awkward, and her natural carriage ungainly. But style hides a multitude of short-comings!
The Fabians, as well as Polly and Eleanor, were acquainted with Elizabeth Dalken, so, after a few words of greeting, they left the room to the new guest. Needless to add that Elizabeth found it necessary to remain in the room for four times the length of time the other four guests had occupied it. But they had not felt the need of touching up their lips, or relining their brows with a pencil, nor, indeed, to add a rosy hue to their healthy complexions. Elizabeth was about to send a last glance at the long mirror to see that her gown was faultless, when the bell summoned Mr. Dalken to his entrance door. This time the new comer called forth a chorus of merry welcomes from the group of guests in the living room, the archway of which offered a good view of the front door and the reception hall.
Welcome, Mrs. Courtney! Glad you found it possible to get here before dinner is announced, said Mr. Dalken, smiling upon his guest.
Oh! I am glad, too! I thought you would be through the first course, as it is really half an hour past the time you said, remarked Mrs. Courtney, releasing her small gloved hand from the unconscious hold of her hosts warm clasp. He had been appraising her beauty and appearance and forgot he held her hand.
Come to the guestroom, Mrs. Courtney. My little girl Elizabeth is still there, and she will be delighted to meet you and render any little service you may need. You see, a confirmed bachelor as I am, fails to provide a maid or other necessities for ladies when they deign to dine at his rooms. As he spoke, Mr. Dalken ushered Mrs. Courtney to the guestroom door. Then he paused and knocked upon the panel.
Elizabeth threw the door open, appearing as a radiant vision to her father, who said: Ah, Tots! Here is a friend of mine. In the absence of a maid, I know you will be happy to assist in any way. Mrs. Courtney, my daughter Elizabeth; Totty, Mrs. Courtney.
Without waiting to see if this meeting proved to be harmonious, Mr. Dalken closed the door upon Mrs. Courtney, and hurried to his valet-cook to say that the last guest expected had just arrived. Karl nodded his head silently, and proceeded to instruct the Japanese servant to turn up the lights in the diningroom.
At the closing of the guestroom door Elizabeth turned and purred sweetly upon the lady to whom she had just been introduced. She seemed over-eager to assist in removing the handsome evening wrap, and she stood hovering near while Mrs. Courtney stood before the dressing mirror to arrange her crushed hair. The girl babbled of many things, but with all her babbling she never lost sight of one detail of the ladys costume and make-up, and of the possible valuation of the magnificent diamonds and pearls which adorned her person. The jewelry caused pangs of envy in Elizabeths soul, for she was mad over jewels.
Out in the living-room, the waiting guests amused themselves.
Before we prepare any further arguments to win our case before the tribunal of the higher authorities, wed better sit back and watch whether this will be a proper evening to throw the bomb, remarked Polly, dryly, to her chum Eleanor.