Jane, pushing the gla.s.ses away, and escaping from the room: "They thought Mrs. Campbell was in a great hurry for Miss Rice to have the letter, and they sent off the man with it to meet her."
VII
_MRS. CAMPBELL; WELLING; CAMPBELL_
Mrs. Campbell: "Oh, merciful goodness!"
Welling: "Gracious powers!"
Campbell: "Another overruling providence. Now you _are_ in for it, my boy! So is Amy. And so am I--which is still more to the point."
Mrs. Campbell: "Well, now, what shall we do?"
Campbell: "All that we can do now is to await developments: they"ll come fast enough. Miss Rice will open her letter as soon as she gets it, and she won"t understand it in the least; how _could_ she understand a letter in your handwriting, with Welling"s name signed to it? She"ll show it to Miss Greenway--"
Welling: "Oh, don"t say that!"
Campbell: "--Greenway; and Miss Greenway won"t know what to make of it either. But she"s the kind of girl who"ll form some lively conjectures when she reads that letter. In the first place, she"ll wonder how Mr.
Welling happens to be writing to Miss Rice in that affectionate strain--"
Mrs. Campbell, in an appealing shriek: "Willis!"
Campbell: "--And she naturally won"t believe he"s done it. But then, when Miss Rice tells her it"s your handwriting, Amy, she"ll think that you and Miss Rice have been having your jokes about Mr. Welling; and she"ll wonder what kind of person you are, anyway, to make free with a young man"s name that way."
Welling: "Oh, I a.s.sure you that she admires Mrs. Campbell more than anybody."
Mrs. Campbell: "Don"t try to stop him; he"s fiendish when he begins teasing."
Campbell: "Oh, well! If she admires Mrs. Campbell and confides in you, then the whole affair is very simple. All you"ve got to do is to tell her that after you"d written her the original of that note, your mind was so full of Mrs. Campbell and her garden-party that you naturally addressed it to her. And then Mrs. Campbell can cut in and say that when she got the note she knew it wasn"t for her, but she never dreamed of your caring for Miss Greenway, and was so sure it was for Miss Rice that she sent her a copy of it. That will make it all right and perfectly agreeable to every one concerned."
Mrs. Campbell: "And I can say that I sent it at your suggestion, and then, instead of trying to help me out of the awful, awful--box, you took a cruel pleasure in teasing me about it! But I shall not say anything, for I shall not see them. I will leave you to receive them and make the best of it. Don"t _try_ to stop me, Willis." She threatens him with her fan as he steps forward to intercept her escape.
Campbell: "No, no! Listen, Amy! You _must_ stay and see those ladies.
It"s all well enough to leave it to me, but what about poor Welling?
_He_ hasn"t done anything--except cause the whole trouble."
Mrs. Campbell: "I am very sorry, but I can"t help it. I must go."
Campbell continues to prevent her flight, and she suddenly whirls about and makes a dash at the open window. "Oh, very well, then! I can get out this way." At the same moment Miss Rice and Miss Greenway appear before the window on the piazza. "Ugh! E--e--e! How you frightened me! But--but come in. So gl--glad to see you! And you--you too, Miss Greenway. Here"s Mr. Welling. He"s been desolating us with a story about having to be away over my party, and just getting back for Mrs. Curwen"s. Isn"t it too bad? Can"t some of you young ladies--or all of you--make him stay?"
As Mrs. Campbell talks on, she readjusts her spirit more and more to the exigency, and subdues her agitation to a surface of the sweetest politeness.
VIII
_MISS RICE, MISS GREENWAY, and the OTHERS_
Miss Rice, entering with an unopened letter in her hand, which she extends to Mrs. Campbell: "What in the world does it all mean, Mrs.
Campbell, your sending your letters flying after _me_ at this rate?"
Mrs. Campbell, with a gasp: "My letters?" She mechanically receives the extended note, and glances at the superscription: "_Mrs. Willis Campbell_. Ah!" She hands it quickly to her husband, who reads the address with a similar cry.
Campbell: "Well, well, Amy! This is a pretty good joke on you. You"ve sealed up one of your own notes, and sent it to Miss Rice. Capital! Ah, ha, ha!"
Mrs. Campbell, with hysterical rapture: "Oh, how delicious! What a ridiculous blunder! I don"t wonder you were puzzled, Margaret."
Welling: "What! Sent her your own letter, addressed to yourself?"
Mrs. Campbell: "Yes. Isn"t it amusing?"
Welling: "The best thing I ever heard of."
Miss Rice: "Yes. And if you only knew what agonies of curiosity Miss Greenway and I had suffered, wanting to open it and read it anyway, in spite of all the decencies, I think you would read it to us."
Campbell: "Or at least give Miss Rice her own letter. What in the world did you do with that?"
Mrs. Campbell: "Put it in my desk, where I thought I put mine. But never mind it now. I can tell you what was in it just as well. Come in here a moment, Margaret." She leads the way to the parlor, whither Miss Rice follows.
Miss Greenway, poutingly: "Oh, mayn"t I know, too? I think that"s hardly fair, Mrs. Campbell."
Mrs. Campbell: "No; or--Margaret may tell you afterwards; or Mr.
Welling may, _now_!"
Miss Greenway: "How very formidable!"
Mrs. Campbell, over her shoulder, on going out: "Willis, bring me the refusals and acceptances, won"t you? They"re up-stairs."
Campbell: "Delighted to be of any service." Behind Miss Greenway"s back he dramatizes over her head to Welling his sense of his own escape, and his compa.s.sion for the fellow-man whom he leaves in the toils of fate.
IX
_MISS GREENWAY; MR. WELLING_
Welling: "Nelly!" He approaches, and timidly takes her hand.
Miss Greenway: "Arthur! That letter was addressed in your handwriting.
Will you please explain?"
Welling: "Why, it"s very simple--that is, it"s the most difficult thing in the world. Nelly, can you believe _any_thing I say to you?"