Hope had guessed that it was Clay by his riding, and she feared from his haste that some one of her people were ill.So she ran anxiously forward and asked if anything were wrong.
Clay started at her sudden appearance, and gave a short boyish laugh of pleasure.
``I'm so glad you're still up,'' he said.``No, nothing is wrong.'' He stopped in some embarrassment.He had been moved to return by the fact that the little girl he knew was in trouble, and now that he was suddenly confronted by this older and statelier young person, his action seemed particularly silly, and he was at a loss to explain it in any way that would not give offence.
``No, nothing is wrong,'' he repeated.``I came after something.''
Clay had borrowed one of the cloaks the troopers wore at night from the same man who had lent him the horse, and as he stood bareheaded before her, with the cloak hanging from his shoulders to the floor and the star and ribbon across his breast, Hope felt very grateful to him for being able to look like a Prince or a hero in a book, and to yet remain her Mr.Clay at the same time.
``I came to get your sister's fan,'' Clay explained.``She forgot it.''
The young girl looked at him for a moment in surprise and then straightened herself slightly.She did not know whether she was the more indignant with Alice for sending such a man on so foolish an errand, or with Clay for submitting to such a service.
``Oh, is that it?'' she said at last.``I will go and find you one.'' She gave him a dignified little bow and moved away toward the door, with every appearance of disapproval.
``Oh, I don't know,'' she heard Clay say, doubtfully; ``I don't have to go just yet, do I? May I not stay here a little while?''
Hope stood and looked at him in some perplexity.
``Why, yes,'' she answered, wonderingly.``But don't you want to go back? You came in a great hurry.And won't Alice want her fan?''
``Oh, she has it by this time.I told Stuart to find it.She left it in the carriage, and the carriage is waiting at the end of the plaza.''
``Then why did you come?'' asked Hope, with rising suspicion.
``Oh, I don't know,'' said Clay, helplessly.``I thought I'd just like a ride in the moonlight.I hate balls and dances anyway, don't you? I think you were very wise not to go.''
Hope placed her hands on the back of the big arm-chair and looked steadily at him as he stood where she could see his face in the moonlight.``You came back,'' she said, ``because they thought Iwas crying, and they sent you to see.Is that it? Did Alice send you?'' she demanded.
Clay gave a gasp of consternation.
``You know that no one sent me,'' he said.``I thought they treated you abominably, and I wanted to come and say so.That's all.And I wanted to tell you that I missed you very much, and that your not coming had spoiled the evening for me, and I came also because I preferred to talk to you than to stay where I was.
No one knows that I came to see you.I said I was going to get the fan, and I told Stuart to find it after I'd left.I just wanted to see you, that's all.But I will go back again at once.''
While he had been speaking Hope had lowered her eyes from his face and had turned and looked out across the harbor.There was a strange, happy tumult in her breast, and she was breathing so rapidly that she was afraid he would notice it.She also felt an absurd inclination to cry, and that frightened her.So she laughed and turned and looked up into his face again.Clay saw the same look in her eyes that he had seen there the day when she had congratulated him on his work at the mines.He had seen it before in the eyes of other women and it troubled him.Hope seated herself in the big chair, and Clay tossed his cloak on the floor at her feet and sat down with his shoulders against one of the pillars.He glanced up at her and found that the look that had troubled him was gone, and that her eyes were now smiling with excitement and pleasure.
``And did you bring me something from the ball in your pocket to comfort me,'' she asked, mockingly.
``Yes, I did,'' Clay answered, unabashed.``I brought you some bonbons.''
``You didn't, really!'' Hope cried, with a shriek of delight.
``How absurd of you! The sort you pull?''
``The sort you pull,'' Clay repeated, gravely.``And also a dance-card, which is a relic of barbarism still existing in this Southern capital.It has the arms of Olancho on it in gold, and I thought you might like to keep it as a souvenir.'' He pulled the card from his coat-pocket and said, ``May I have this dance?''
``You may,'' Hope answered.``But you wouldn't mind if we sat it out, would you?''
``I should prefer it,'' Clay said, as he scrawled his name across the card.``It is so crowded inside, and the company is rather mixed.'' They both laughed lightly at their own foolishness, and Hope smiled down upon him affectionately and proudly.``You may smoke, if you choose; and would you like something cool to drink?'' she asked, anxiously.``After your ride, you know,''
she suggested, with hospitable intent.Clay said that he was very comfortable without a drink, but lighted a cigar and watched her covertly through the smoke, as she sat smiling happily and quite unconsciously upon the moonlit world around them.She caught Clay's eye fixed on her, and laughed lightly.
``What is it?'' he said.
``Oh, I was just thinking,'' Hope replied, ``that it was much better to have a dance come to you, than to go to the dance.''
