Colonel Ellison gave a quick, sharp whistle of amazement, but trusted himself to nothing more articulate.
"Yes," said his wife, responding to the whistle, "and it makes me perfectly wretched."
"Why, I thought you liked him."
"I didn"t _like_ him; but I thought it would be an excellent thing for Kitty."
"And won"t it?"
"She doesn"t know."
"Doesn"t know?"
"No."
The colonel was silent, while Mrs. Ellison stated the case in full, and its pending uncertainty. Then he exclaimed vehemently, as if his amazement had been growing upon him, "This is the most astonishing thing in the world! Who would ever have dreamt of that young iceberg being in love?"
"Haven"t I _told_ you all along he was?"
"O yes, certainly; but that might be taken either way, you know. You would discover the tender pa.s.sion in the eye of a potato."
"Colonel Ellison," said f.a.n.n.y with sternness, "why do you suppose he"s been hanging about us for the last four weeks? Why should he have stayed in Quebec? Do you think he pitied _me_, or found _you_ so very agreeable?"
"Well, I thought he found us just tolerable, and was interested in the place."
Mrs. Ellison made no direct reply to this pitiable speech, but looked a scorn which, happily for the colonel, the darkness hid. Presently she said that bats did not express the blindness of men, for any bat could have seen what was going on.
"Why," remarked the colonel, "I did have a momentary suspicion that day of the Montgomery business; they both looked very confused, when I saw them at the end of that street, and neither of them had anything to say; but that was accounted for by what you told me afterwards about his adventure. At the time I didn"t pay much attention to the matter. The idea of his being in love seemed too ridiculous."
"Was it ridiculous for you to be in love with me?"
"No; and yet I can"t praise my condition for its wisdom, f.a.n.n.y."
"Yes! that"s _like_ men. As soon as one of them is safely married, he thinks all the love-making in the world has been done forever, and he can"t conceive of two young people taking a fancy to each other."
"That"s something so, f.a.n.n.y. But granting--for the sake of argument merely--that Boston has been asking Kitty to marry him, and she doesn"t know whether she wants him, what are we to do about it? _I_ don"t like him well enough to plead his cause; do you? When does Kitty think she"ll be able to make up her mind?"
"She"s to let him know before we leave."
The colonel laughed. "And so he"s to hang about here on uncertainties for two whole days! That _is_ rather rough on him. f.a.n.n.y, what made you so eager for this business?"
"Eager? I _wasn"t_ eager."
"Well, then,--reluctantly acquiescent?"
"Why, she"s so literary and that."
"And what?"
"How insulting!--Intellectual, and so on; and I thought she would be just fit to live in a place where everybody is literary and intellectual. That is, I thought that, if I thought anything."
"Well," said the colonel, "you may have been right on the whole, but I don"t think Kitty is showing any particular force of mind, just now, that would fit her to live in Boston. My opinion is, that it"s ridiculous for her to keep him in suspense. She might as well answer him first as last. She"s putting herself under a kind of obligation by her delay. I"ll talk to her--"
"If you do, you"ll kill her. You don"t know how she"s wrought up about it."
"O well, I"ll be careful of her sensibilities. It"s my duty to speak with her. I"m here in the place of a parent. Besides, don"t I know Kitty? I"ve almost brought her up."
"Maybe you"re right. You"re all so queer that perhaps you"re right.
Only, do be careful, Richard. You must approach the matter very delicately,--indirectly, you know. Girls are different, remember, from young men, and you mustn"t be blunt. Do maneuver a little, for once in your life."
"All right, f.a.n.n.y; you needn"t be afraid of my doing anything awkward or sudden. I"ll go to her room pretty soon, after she is quieted down, and have a good, calm old fatherly conversation with her."
The colonel was spared this errand; for Kitty had left some of her things on f.a.n.n.y"s table, and now came back for them with a lamp in her hand. Her averted face showed the marks of weeping; the corners of her firm-set lips were downward bent, as if some resolution which she had taken were very painful. This the anxious f.a.n.n.y saw; and she made a gesture to the colonel which any woman would have understood to enjoin silence, or, at least, the utmost caution and tenderness of speech. The colonel summoned his _finesse_ and said, cheerily, "Well, Kitty, what"s Boston been saying to you?"
Mrs. Ellison fell back upon her sofa as if shot, and placed her hand over her face.
Kitty seemed not to hear her cousin. Having gathered up her things, she bent an unmoved face and an unseeing gaze full upon him, and glided from the room without a word.
"Well, upon my soul," cried the colonel, "this is a pleasant, nightmarish, sleep-walking, Lady-Macbethish little transaction. Confound it, f.a.n.n.y this comes of your wanting me to maneuver. If you"d let me come straight _at_ the subject,--like a _man_--"
"_Please_, Richard, don"t say anything more now," pleaded Mrs. Ellison in a broken voice. "You can"t help it, I know; and I must do the best I can, under the circ.u.mstances. Do go away for a little while, darling! O dear!"
As for Kitty, when she had got out of the room in that phantasmal fashion, she dimly recalled, through the mists of her own trouble, the colonel"s dismay at her so glooming upon him, and began to think that she had used poor d.i.c.k more tragically than she need, and so began to laugh softly to herself; but while she stood there at the entry window a moment, laughing in the moonlight, that made her lamp-flame thin, and painted her face with its pale l.u.s.tre, Mr. Arbuton came down the attic stairway. He was not a man of quick fancies; but to one of even slower imagination and of calmer mood, she might very well have seemed unreal, the creature of a dream, fantastic, intangible, insensible, arch, not wholly without some touch of the malign. In his heart he groaned over her beauty as if she were lost to him forever in this elfish transfiguration.
"Miss Ellison!" he scarcely more than whispered.
"You ought not to speak to me now," she answered, gravely.
"I know it; but I could not help it. For heaven"s sake, do not let it tell against me. I wished to ask if I should not see you to-morrow; to beg that all might go on as had been planned, and as if nothing had been said to-day."
"It"ll be very strange," said Kitty. "My cousins know everything now.
How can we meet before them!"
"I"m not going away without an answer, and we can"t remain here without meeting. It will be less strange if we let everything take its course."
"Well."
"Thanks."
He looked strangely humbled, but even more bewildered than humbled.
She listened while he descended the steps, unbolted the street door, and closed it behind him. Then she pa.s.sed out of the moonlight into her own room, whose close-curtained s.p.a.ce the lamp filled with its ruddy glow, and revealed her again, no malicious sprite, but a very puzzled, conscientious, anxious young girl.
Of one thing, at least, she was clear. It had all come about through misunderstanding, through his taking her to be something that she was not; for she was certain that Mr. Arbuton was of too worldly a spirit to choose, if he had known, a girl of such origin and lot as she was only too proud to own. The deception must have begun with dress; and she determined that her first stroke for truth and sincerity should be most sublimely made in the return of f.a.n.n.y"s things, and a rigid fidelity to her own dresses. "Besides," she could not help reflecting, "my travelling-suit will be just the thing for a picnic." And here, if the cynical reader of another s.e.x is disposed to sneer at the method of her self-devotion, I am sure that women, at least, will allow it was most natural and highly proper that in this great moment she should first think of dress, upon which so great consequences hang in matters of the heart Who--to be honest for once, O vain and conceited men!--can deny that the cut, the color, the texture, the stylish set of dresses, has not had everything to do with the rapture of love"s young dream? Are not certain bits of lace and knots of ribbon as much a part of it as any smile or sidelong glance of them all? And hath not the long experience of the fair taught them that artful dress is half the virtue of their spells? Full well they know it; and when Kitty resolved to profit no longer by f.a.n.n.y"s wardrobe, she had won the hardest part of the battle in behalf of perfect truth towards Mr. Arbuton. She did not, indeed, stop with this, but lay awake, devising schemes by which she should disabuse him of his errors about her, and persuade him that she was no wife for him.
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