"Unfortunately I shall not be here. Wyllys-Roof is a dangerous place, one always stays here too long; but I cannot positively afford more than a day or two at present; I have promised to be in town on Thursday."
Elinor expressed her regrets very hospitably; and they were soon after summoned to dinner.
In the evening, Hubert de Vaux and the gentlemen from Broadlawn, engaged for the cruise, walked in. Charlie Hubbard was there too; he had remained in Philadelphia during the whole trial, and had just returned home that morning.
"And so you are positively going to-morrow," said Mr. Wyllys to young de Vaux.
"Positively; at six in the morning."
"Is it part of your plan, to stow yourselves away at night in the Petrel?"
"The Petrel's cabin is not to be despised, I assure you, sir. It has six as good berths as those of any North-River sloop that ever carried passengers in days of yore. But we shall only sleep on board occasionally, for the fun of the thing."
{"North-River sloop" = the Hudson River was also called the North River, and before steamboats, passengers travelled between New York and Albany by what were known as Hudson River or North River sloops}
"At what places do you intend to put into port?"
"We are going to shoot for a day or two on Long-Island; and we shall let the Yankees have a sight of the Petrel, at New Haven, Sachem's-Head, and Nantucket."
{"Sachem's Head" = Sachem Head harbor is about 10 miles east of New Haven, Connecticut}
"I have no doubt you will have a pleasant excursion."
"Our only difficulty at present seems the prospect of too much comfort," said Charlie. "Mrs. de Vaux expressed some fears of a famine at Longbridge in consequence of this cruise, we carry off such a stock of provisions."
"Not a bit too much; people always want twice as much on a party of pleasure as at other times," said Hubert de Vaux.
The plan of the cruise was talked over in all its details, and the whole party seemed pleased with the idea. Young Van Horne, now a practising physician in New York, was delighted with the prospect of a week's liberty; Mr. Smith, the conchologist, hoped to pick up some precious univalve or bivalve; Charlie talked of taking a sketch of Cape Cod; Harry declared he was determined to enjoy the trip, as the last holiday he could allow himself for a long time; and Mr. Stryker promised himself the best of chowders, a sea-dish in which he professed himself to be a great connoisseur. Mrs. Creighton indeed declared, that he looked upon that season as lost, in which he could not make some improvement in his celebrated receipt for chowder. Whether it was that this lady's gaiety and coquetry instinctively revived in the company of so many gentlemen, or whether she felt afraid of Mr. Stryker's keen, worldly scrutiny, her manner in the evening resumed entirely its wonted appearance; she was witty, graceful, piquant, and flattering as ever, and quite as much so with Hazlehurst as with any.
"What do you say to a game of chess, Mrs. Creighton?" asked Mr. Wyllys.
"With pleasure, sir; I am always at your service. Not that it is very pleasant to be beaten so often, but I really think I improve under your instructions. You are so much interested yourself that you inspire others."
"You must allow me, Mrs. Creighton, to suggest something for your improvement," said Mr. Stryker.
"And what is it, pray?"
"You talk too much; you make yourself too agreeable to your adversary--that is not fair."
"Oh, it is only a ruse de guerre; and Mr. Wyllys beats me nine games out of ten, in spite of my chattering."
{"ruse de guerre" = military strategem (French)}
"No doubt; but if you could make up your mind to be less charming for half an hour, you might have the honours of the game oftener."
"I must gain the battle my own way, Mr. Stryker, or not at all."
"I leave you to your fate, then," said the gentleman, turning away.
Charlie, Elinor, Harry, and Jane were quietly talking together; Jane having now resumed her place in the family circle. They were speaking of Charlie's sketches, and the young widow asked if he ever painted portraits now; Miss Wyllys {sic} wished to have her's taken, before she left them to return to her parents.
{"Miss Wyllys" = should read Jane (or Mrs. Taylor); Elinor Wyllys is an orphan}
"You do paint portraits," said Elinor; "I have seen those of your mother and Miss Patsey."
Charlie changed colour, and hastily denied any claim to be called a portrait-painter.
"Yet it would be pleasant," said Elinor, "to have a picture of my cousin painted by you."
Jane observed she should like to have Elinor's, by the same hand.
"Oh, my portrait would not be worth having," said Elinor, smiling; "certainly not if taken by an honest artist."
"You will both, I hope, fare better from the hands of Mr. I-----or Mr. S-----," said Charlie, with some little embarrassment.
Mr. Ellsworth, who had been standing near the group, now asked Elinor to sing.
"What will you have?" she replied, taking a seat at the piano.
"Anything you please."
"Pray then give us Robin Adair, Miss Elinor," said Charlie.
Elinor sang the well-known song with greater sweetness than usual--she was decidedly in good voice; both Charlie and Harry listened with great pleasure as they stood by her side; Jane was also sitting near the piano, and seemed more interested in the music than usual; it was a song which the young widow had so often heard, in what she now looked back to as the happy days of her girlhood. More than one individual in the room thought it charming to listen to Elinor and look at Jane, at the same instant. Several of the gentlemen then sang, and the party broke up cheerfully.
Little was it thought, that never again could the same circle be re-united at Wyllys-Roof; all who crossed the threshold that night were not to return.
