Before I had an opportunity to broach the question of investments to Mr.
Dale, Aunt Agnes added her quota to my sense of wrong. One evening when she came to dinner I divined, from the intense rigidity of her posture at table, that she was offended with me. To tell the truth, I felt a trifle guilty. My visits to her during the winter had been spasmodic and hurried. What was worse, so greatly was I carried away by my social success, that whenever we did meet I prattled on about fashionable frivolities regardless of her frown. But though I was conscious of not standing in her good graces, I felt tolerably secure from comments on the score of Mr. Dale, for the reason that as she never went anywhere she would know nothing of my intimacy with him unless Aunt Helen or my father were to make her a confidant; and this I did not think likely.
Therefore, when she introduced the subject while we were alone together in the drawing-room after dinner, I was a little disconcerted.
"Who is this Mr. Gale whose name I see connected with yours?" she asked severely.
"With mine?"
"Yes, with yours. Don"t beat about the bush! You know perfectly well whom I mean."
"Excuse me, Aunt Agnes, there is no Mr. Gale among my acquaintance. I know a Mr. Dale."
She frowned, and began to fumble in her pocket. "The principle is the same whether it is Gale or Dale or Tompkins. I never expected to learn of my niece"s engagement from the public press. I am confident the notice said "Gale." Ah! I thought so. Plain as the nose on your face,"
she added, producing from her porte-monnaie a newspaper cutting and reading aloud: ""It is rumored that the engagement of the beautiful and accomplished daughter of Augustus Harlan, the Railway Magnate, to Mr.
Roger Gale of this city will soon be announced.""
"It is not true, Aunt Agnes," I cried indignantly. Needless to say I was startled at this bit of information, coming too as it did from such an unexpected source. My aunt"s knowledge of it seemed fully as remarkable to me as the fact of the publication.
"I trust not," she replied with emphasis. "I did not seriously suppose my own niece so far lost to all sense of propriety as to take such a step unbeknown to me. But it seems to me, Virginia, you must have been behaving in a, to say the least, very peculiar manner, to get your name into the newspapers. Where there is so much smoke there is apt to be a little fire. Who is this Mr. Gale?"
"His name is Dale, Aunt Agnes."
"Well, Dale then. You won"t put me off by quibbling. If you want your father to know of it, you are taking just the course to make me tell him."
"My father knows all there is to know. Mr. Dale is a friend of mine and comes to the house by permission. There is no possibility of an engagement between us."
"An engagement! I should hope not. Do you consider yourself qualified to enter upon the cares and responsibilities of married life?"
"I have already said that I have no intention of getting married."
"Getting married! Why, the child is crazy. You talk of matrimony as if it were as simple a proceeding as changing your dress or going to a party."
"Some people would appear to find it so," I answered, goaded to impertinence.
But Aunt Agnes apparently did not perceive my innuendo. "I dare say,"
said she with asperity. "That is because there are so many fools in the world."
We sat in silence for some minutes. My aunt was so much excited that I could see her hands tremble as she put the obnoxious cutting back into her porte-monnaie. All of a sudden she looked at me over her gla.s.ses and said,--
"I am willing to give you one more chance, Virginia."
I waited for her to continue.
"If you choose to take advantage of it, well and good. If not, you must go your own ways. I am not going to make my life a burden over you any longer. If you prefer to be giddy and foolish, let those take the responsibility who have encouraged you to become so. No one shall blame me."
"You know, Aunt Agnes, I wish to be nothing of the sort."
"Very well, then. I propose to pa.s.s the summer in Europe, and it strikes me as an excellent opportunity for you to cut adrift from the objectionable a.s.sociations you have formed during the past few months.
With a fresh start, and surroundings calculated to inspire in you a desire for self-improvement, it will not be too late to hope for better things. I have every confidence in the natural stability of your character if you are once put upon the right track. I blame your advisers more than I blame you."
I listened to her words with some disquietude. I had never crossed the Atlantic, and at any ordinary time would have jumped at the chance. But I had already other plans in store for the summer that I did not feel prepared to relinquish, even for the pleasure of a trip to Europe.
"It is very kind of you to think of me," I said.
"No, it isn"t. It"s only natural," she answered shortly. "You are my brother"s child, and let alone any affection I may have for you, it is my duty to save you from harm if I can."
"Who else is going?" I asked out of sheer cowardice; for I had already made up my mind to decline the invitation.
"Who else? n.o.body. If a woman at my age has not learned to travel without an escort, it is time she did. I suppose that"s what you"re driving at. Well, what do you say? Go, or remain at home as you like.
Only I shall regard it as a choice once and for all."
"Aunt Agnes," I answered with an endeavor to express in my tone and manner the affection and grat.i.tude I felt, "I thank you with all my heart for your kindness. Whatever you may say, it _was_ extremely kind of you to offer to take me abroad with you, and I wish I could go."
"What is there to prevent your going?" she inquired sharply.
I hesitated an instant, and then boldly spoke the truth, though I knew it would operate like a two-edged sword:--
"I have already promised to spend the summer at Tinker"s Reach with Aunt Helen, and she would be disappointed if I failed her at the last moment, for all her plans are made on that understanding."
"Ah! That is it," she replied with bitter calmness. "Very well, I disclaim all further responsibility. You act with your eyes open, and must take the consequences."
There was so much pain and concern in her expression that for an instant I hesitated, and thought of changing my mind. I went to her and knelt down beside her chair.
"Aunt Agnes, you must not talk so. I love you as dearly as I love Aunt Helen; and if I had not promised to spend the summer with her I should be delighted to go with you. Do not repulse me. I have so few relatives to care for me, and I shall be very unhappy if you go away angry."
But she refused to be mollified. She did not scold me, and she coldly suffered me to embrace her at parting; but her air was more grim than I had ever seen it, and I was conscious of having wounded her deeply.
Perhaps it is needless to say that Mr. Dale was at the bottom of my decision. A few weeks previous I had confided to him that Aunt Helen had invited me to spend the summer with her at her new cottage at Tinker"s Reach. He a.s.sured me that there were few more charming spots, that it was a favorite resort of his own, and that he himself proposed to pa.s.s his vacation there. Naturally, I felt bound to a certain extent after this to go to Tinker"s Reach. Indeed, I was eagerly looking forward to a continuance of our friendship under such happy auspices.
When I had spoken to Mr. Dale regarding his business he replied, as I have already stated, that it was "wool." But I noticed he was brief, and his manner did not encourage me to ask further questions, I ascribed his reserve to modesty, or the proper reluctance some people have to talk of private affairs that in no way concern the interrogator. This impression was heightened by the investigations which I quietly made in regard to the point, feeling that though I could not admit the possibility of a doubt even in regard to his business sagacity, it was well to have evidence with which to rebut the insinuations of my family.
Every one of the young men whom I questioned regarding Mr. Dale"s prospects a.s.sured me that he was doing very well, and attended his office daily.
This was pleasant tidings, and encouraged me to speak to him of the matter I had at heart. With all my tendency to romance and indifference to the opinion of others, I realized that it must be delicately handled.
I must not seem to offer a gift or to place him under an obligation.
Accordingly, one day shortly before we left town, I explained to him the condition of my affairs; how my father had settled a sum upon me with the request that I should manage it intelligently, with a view to having the control of larger amounts later. I said further that I was anxious to learn, and to acquit myself with credit; and that it had struck me as a brilliant scheme to double my property (I fixed upon this as a reasonable estimate) by some investment. He listened to my words with close attention, and as he made no comment at this point I said:--
"You are down town, Mr. Dale, and must necessarily understand business matters. I come to you for advice. I want you to tell me what to buy. I will give you the money, and when you think it time to sell I will authorize you to do so. You see I am not entirely ignorant myself."
Roger Dale gave a short laugh, and made no response for a moment. "It wouldn"t do," he said at last, shaking his head. "What would your father say if he heard of it? He doesn"t have any too high an opinion of me already, I fancy."
"But, Mr. Dale, that would be the very way to prove to him that you are a practical business man. If my father were to take you into his confidence he could push you ahead very fast, I know. I will show him the profits of your investments, and bestow the credit where it belongs."
The idea seemed to amuse him, for he laughed again. "You seem to forget, Miss Harlan, that instead of profits you might lose it all."
"That would be impossible. I have too much confidence in your judgment to fear any such result," I answered sweetly, led away by the eagerness I felt to obtain his consent to the project.
He gave me a swift sidelong glance that made me tremble and set my heart fluttering, though I did not know why.
"Besides," I said speaking fast and feverishly, "the money is mine. I have a right to do what I please with it."