There are a few little souvenirs in that desk, but nothing very sentimental or interesting.""How I'd like to see 'em! But I should never dare to ask," observed Charlie, peering over the top of the half-open lid with a most persuasive pair of eyes.
"You may if you want to, but you'll be disappointed, Paul Pry.Lower left-hand drawer with the key in it."" 'Angel of goodness, how shall I requite thee? Interesting moment, with what palpitating emotions art thou fraught!' " And, quoting from the "Mysteries of Udolpho," he unlocked and opened the drawer with a tragic gesture.
"Seven locks of hair in a box, all light, for 'here's your straw color, your orange tawny, your French crown color, and your perfect yellow'Shakespeare.
They look very familiar, and I fancy I know the heads they thatched.""Yes, you all gave me one when I went away, you know, and I carried them round the world with me in that very box.""I wish the heads had gone too.Here's a jolly little amber god with a gold ring in his back and a most balmy breath," continued Charlie, taking a long sniff at the scent bottle.
"Uncle brought me that long ago, and I'm very fond of it.""This now looks suspiciousman's ring with a lotus cut on the stone and a note attached.I tremble as I ask, who, when, and where?""A gentleman, on my birthday, in Calcutta.""I breathe againit was my sire?"
"Don't be absurd.Of course it was, and he did everything to make my visit pleasant.I wish you'd go and see him like a dutiful son, instead of idling here.""That's what Uncle Mac is eternally telling me, but I don't intend to be lectured into the treadmill till I've had my fling first," muttered Charlie rebelliously.
"If you fling yourself in the wrong direction, you may find it hard to get back again," began Rose gravely.
"No fear, if you look after me as you seem to have promised to do, judging by the thanks you get in this note.Poor old governor! I should like to see him, for it's almost four years since he came home last and he must be getting on."Charlie was the only one of the boys who ever called his father "governor,"perhaps because the others knew and loved their fathers, while he had seen so little of his that the less respectful name came more readily to his lips, since the elder man in truth seemed a governor issuing requests or commands, which the younger too often neglected or resented.
Long ago Rose had discovered that Uncle Stephen found home made so distasteful by his wife's devotion to society that he preferred to exile himself, taking business as an excuse for his protracted absences.
The girl was thinking of this as she watched her cousin turn the ring about with a sudden sobriety which became him well; and, believing that the moment was propitious, she said earnestly: "He is getting on.
Dear Charlie, do think of duty more than pleasure in this case and I'm sure you never will regret it.""Do you want me to go?" he asked quickly.
"I think you ought."
"And I think you'd be much more charming if you wouldn't always be worrying about right and wrong! Uncle Alec taught you that along with the rest of his queer notions.""I'm glad he did!" cried Rose warmly, then checked herself and said with a patient sort of sigh, "You know women always want the men they care for to be good and can't help trying to make them so.""So they do, and we ought to be a set of angels, but I've a strong conviction that, if we were, the dear souls wouldn't like us half as well.Would they now?" asked Charlie with an insinuating smile.
"Perhaps not, but that is dodging the point.Will you go?" persisted Rose unwisely.
"No, I will not."
That was sufficiently decided and an uncomfortable pause followed, during which Rose tied a knot unnecessarily tight and Charlie went on exploring the drawer with more energy than interest.
"Why, here's an old thing I gave you ages ago!" he suddenly exclaimed in a pleased tone, holding up a little agate heart on a faded blue ribbon.
"Will you let me take away the heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh?"he asked, half in earnest, half in jest, touched by the little trinket and the recollections it awakened.
"No, I will not," answered Rose bluntly, much displeased by the irreverent and audacious question.
Charlie looked rather abashed for a moment, but his natural lightheartedness made it easy for him to get the better of his own brief fits of waywardness and put others in good humor with him and themselves.
"Now we are evenlet's drop the subject and start afresh," he said with irresistible affability as he coolly put the little heart in his pocket and prepared to shut the drawer.But something caught his eye, and exclaiming, "What's this? What's this?" he snatched up a photograph which lay half under a pile of letters with foreign postmarks.
"Oh! I forgot that was there," said Rose hastily.
"Who is the man?" demanded Charlie, eyeing the good-looking countenance before him with a frown.
"That is the Honorable Gilbert Murray, who went up the Nile with us and shot crocodiles and other small game, being a mighty hunter, as I told you in my letters," answered Rose gaily, though ill pleased at the little discovery just then, for this had been one of the narrow escapes her uncle spoke of.
"And they haven't eaten him yet, I infer from the pile of letters?"said Charlie jealously.
"I hope not.His sister did not mention it when she wrote last.""Ah! Then she is your correspondent? Sisters are dangerous things sometimes."And Charlie eyed the packet suspiciously.
"In this case, a very convenient thing, for she tells me all about her brother's wedding, as no one else would take the trouble to do.""Oh! Well, if he's married, I don't care a straw about him.I fancied I'd found out why you are such a hard-hearted charmer.But if there is no secret idol, I'm all at sea again." And Charlie tossed the photograph into the drawer as if it no longer interested him.
"I'm hard-hearted because I'm particular and, as yet, do not find anyone at all to my taste.""No one?"with a tender glance.
