Harmless as was the jest, and lightly as the words were spoken, they
produced a visible and painful effect. Oswald's brow contracted
darkly, and he replied with much irritation:
'How often have I begged you to spare me this perpetual banter? Cannot
you desist from it for once, if it be only for a moment?'
Count Edmund, who greatly enjoyed the spectacle of his cousin's wrath,
broke into a fit of laughter.
'Make your mind easy,' he said. 'I should be the first to protest
against an exchange, and I hardly think Hedwig would be disposed to
agree to it. I have no intention of abdicating in your favour. But now
come. It is high time for us to return to the guests.'
Oswald, who had no further pretext for lingering behind,
obeyed the summons, and the two young men returned together to the
reception-rooms. Here the heir's absence had already been remarked.
The Countess's eyes were roving in impatient quest of her son, for she
was waiting to give the signal for the dancing to begin, and a cloud
lay on fair Hedwig's brow as the two gentlemen entered. The young lady
thought it most unnecessary that Edmund should go off in search of his
unsociable cousin, and could not excuse him for deserting her side for
such an object. She did not like this particular new relation, with
his icy hauteur and reserve, which never condescended to a word of
flattery or admiration, and therefore gave herself little trouble to
conceal from him the fact that the promise of a waltz had been almost
wrested from her. Oswald was constrained to utter some words of
thanks, but even in so doing he let it be seen that he was in reality
little moved by the high distinction conferred on him. No special
attention was vouchsafed his speech. Hedwig made a brief reply, cold
as the address had been, diligently studying the design of her fan as
she spoke, and then turned at once to her affianced husband. Poor
Edmund saw that his efforts to establish a friendship between his
cousin and future wife were worse than useless; they invariably
produced an effect contrary to that desired. He had to confess to
himself that this, his latest half-playful, half-serious attempt to
bring the two together, had resulted in a complete fiasco.
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