'Won't you sing us something, Captain Hibbert?'
'Well, really, Lady Sarah, I should be very glad, but I don't think, you know—I am not sure I could manage without my music.'
'I shall be very glad to accompany you. I think I know In the
Gloaming, and I have heard you sing that.'
Olive, at a sign from her mother, entreated, and when the gallant Captain rolled from under the brown-gold moustache the phrase, 'Oh, my darling!' all strove not to look at her, and when he dropped his voice to a whisper, and sang of his aching heart, a feeling prevailed that all were guilty of an indiscretion in listening to such an intimate avowal. Then he sang two songs more, equally filled with reference to tears, blighted love, and the possibility of meeting in other years, and Olive hung down her head, overcome by the fine sentiments which she felt were addressed to her.
Meanwhile Alice became aware that her sister was the object of all eyes and thoughts; that she was gaining the triumph that men are agreed may be desired by women without impropriety. Alice was a healthy-bodied girl; her blood flowed as warm as in her sister. The men about her did not correspond with her ideal, but this scarcely rendered the fact that they neglected her less bitter. She asked Lady Sarah again if she might go upstairs and see Cecilia.
She found the little cripple leaning over the banisters listening to the sound of voices.
'Oh, my dear! Is it you? I expected you to come to see me when you left the gentlemen in the dining-room.'
'I couldn't come before, dear,' said Alice, kissing her friend. 'Just as
I was asking Lady Sarah the way to your room, we heard them coming.'
'And how did you like the party? Which of the men did you think the nicest?'
'I did not care for any of them; and oh, that odious Mr. Lynch!'