CHAPTER XIV.
“AND so Mrs. Vere wanted you in her theatre-party!” said Cousin Eugenia to Margaret, the next morning, as they were driving about in a flutter of preparation for Christmas. Margaret had sent off a charming box home, and she was now assisting Mrs. Gaston in the completion of her various Christmas schemes.
“Yes,” she answered quietly, “and I declined.”
“Louis told me about it. It’s just as well you got out of it. He was afraid he had ventured too far in advising you. He said he felt he had no sort of right to do it, and that, in most cases, he should have held his peace; but he couldn’t bear to think of you in the midst of Mrs. Vere’s set, and he found the impulse to prevent it too strong to be resisted.”
“He was quite right,” said Margaret, feeling a little throb of pleasure in the considerate interest implied in what Mr. Gaston had said. “I should not have wanted to go, in any case, but I might not have known how to avoid it, and he gave me the means. I felt very thankful to him. But what is it that makes both you and Mr. Gaston distrust Mrs. Vere?”
Cousin Eugenia gave a little shrug.
“Mrs. Vere is extremely pretty,” she said, “and of course she has admirers. She is certainly very free in her ways with them, but I know no more than that, and I certainly don’t care to know more. I asked Louis why he objected to your going with her, and he said, with that frown of his, that you could not possibly find any pleasure in her acquaintance. He would say nothing more, but I felt sure, by the way he looked, that there was a good deal kept back.”
“I wonder at Alan Decourcy,” said Margaret.