"The juveniles are in the ball-room. Perhaps you have not been there yet. Would you like to go? This is only the drawing-room with the carpet up, for a few grown-up friends of my mother's--a mere side show. Let us go and see the children. You will find Miss Matilda Stanley there, and have an opportunity to give her your views about Miss Muriel's nurture."
"Oh, pshaw!" cried Betsey, in deep disgust. It was really too tantalizing to have secured a splendid partner for a round dance, to have been checked in full career before the dance was a third part over, to have been led away under the promise of ice cream and something to drink; and if there was anything Betsey liked next best to dancing, it was ice cream, with red wine after--not claret by any means, but something sweet, warming and--if not exactly strong, it would be so horrid to like anything strong--at least able to communicate a sensation of strength or general betterment. To have all these delights dangled before one's eyes, and then to be led away to look at a parcel of children, who should have been in their beds hours before, dancing the polka! Oh, no! Betsey felt she was being wronged. If she were not to have her dance out, at least she should get the bribe she had been promised. She would be so far true to herself as to strike a blow for the ice cream. It was easily done. She observed to Randolph that she felt a little faint, and really the rooms were warm. He acquiesced at once. So long as it was not to dance, he would do anything for her. And so they sat down snugly enough near a refreshment table and tried to be comfortable.
CHAPTER V.
[RANDOLPH'S TRIBULATIONS].
"Randolph!" hissed Cornelius Jordan in his son's ear, as they met in a vacant doorway not long after. "You're a fool!--a pig-headed young fool. There are plenty young duffers around to tend the children and the wall-flowers, and yet you have done nothing else the whole evening. Dancing three times running with a little girl, and then towing round a curiosity, just as if you wanted to tell your mother's guests that you didn't mind any of them, and would as soon dance with a stitcher. What do you mean, sir?" and he shook the young man's arm to rouse him.
The young man moved his eyes lazily round to the other's face and said, "Yes, sir;" whereat the other stamped his foot.
"Well for me, father, is it not, that I'm too big to whip, or I'd catch it now?"
"You'll catch worse than whipping if you don't mind. You'll ruin your prospects for life! If I'd whipped you better when it was in my power, you'd be more sensible now."
"Don't blame yourself, sir; you did your best in that way. I believe I got more lickings than the five other boys on our street all put together. You have nothing to reproach yourself with on that score. You made me squirm, and perhaps it did good, relieving your feelings if it lacerated mine, but it's over now--forgotten and forgiven, I suppose, as it has left no marks or effects behind it; for I fancy the other fellows' fathers have more influence with them than we can flatter ourselves you have with me."
"You can come to my study to-morrow morning when I am shaving if you want me to hear the rest of your discourse upon the evil of harshness in bringing up a supersensitive boy; though my own belief is that it was your mother who spoiled you. Meanwhile, use your common sense for once, if you have any; hear me out, and then do as I say.