When she was better they brought to her room anybody who was staying with them, and she liked them to be jolly in the s.p.a.cious chamber. The pleasantest things of the house were a.s.sembled, and all its comforts concentrated, in the place which she and they knew she should quit but once. It was made gay with flowers and pictures; it was the salon for those fortunate hours when she became the lightest and blithest of the company in it, and made the youngest guest forget that there was sickness or pain in the world by the spirit with which she ignored her own. Her laugh became young again; she joked; she entered into what they were doing and reading and thinking, and sent them away full of the sympathy which in this mood of hers she had for every mood in others.
Girls sighed out their wonder and envy to her daughters when they left her; the young men whom she captivated with her divination of their pa.s.sions or ambitions went away celebrating her supernatural knowledge of human nature. The next evening after some night of rare and happy excitement, the family saw her nurse carrying the pictures and flowers and vases out of her room, in sign of her renunciation of them all, and a.s.sembled silently, shrinkingly, in her chamber, to take each their portion of her anguish, of the blame and the penalty. The household adjusted itself to her humours, for she was supreme in it.
When Dan used to come home from Harvard she put on a pretty cap for him, and distinguished him as company by certain laces hiding her wasted frame, and giving their pathetic coquetry to her transparent wrists. He was her favourite, and the girls acknowledged him so, and made their fun of her for spoiling him. He found out as he grew up that her broken health dated from his birth, and at first this deeply affected him; but his young life soon lost the keenness of the impression, and he loved his mother because she loved him, and not because she had been dying for him so many years.
As he now came into her room, and the waiting-woman went out of it with her usual, "Well, Mr. Dan!" the tenderness which filled him at sight of his mother was mixed with that sense of guilt which had tormented him at times ever since he met his sisters. He was going to take himself from her; he realised that.
"Well, Dan!" she called, so gaily that he said to himself, "No, father hasn"t told her anything about it," and was instantly able to answer her as cheerfully, "Well, mother!"
He bent over her to kiss her, and the odour of the clean linen mingling with that of the opium, and the cologne with which she had tried to banish its scent, opened to him one of those vast reaches of a.s.sociations which perfumes can unlock, and he saw her lying there through those years of pain, as many as half his life, and suddenly the tears gushed into his eyes, and he fell on his knees, and hid his face in the bed-clothes and sobbed.
She kept smoothing his head, which shook under her thin hand, and saying, "Poor Dan! poor Dan!" but did not question him. He knew that she knew what he had come to tell her, and that his tears, which had not been meant for that, had made interest with her for him and his cause, and that she was already on his side.
He tried boyishly to dignify the situation when he lifted his face, and he said, "I didn"t mean to come boohooing to you in this way, and I"m ashamed of myself."
"I know, Dan; but you"ve been wrought up, and I don"t wonder. You mustn"t mind your father and your sisters. Of course, they"re rather surprised, and they don"t like your taking yourself from them--we, none of us do."
At these honest words Dan tried to become honest too. At least he dropped his pretence of dignity, and became as a little child in his simple greed for sympathy. "But it isn"t necessarily that; is it, mother?"
"Yes, it"s all that, Dan; and it"s all right, because it"s that. We don"t like it, but our not liking it has nothing to do with its being right or wrong."
"I supposed that father would have been pleased, anyway; for he has seen her, and--and. Of course the girls haven"t, but I think they might have trusted my judgment a little. I"m not quite a fool."
His mother smiled. "Oh, it isn"t a question of the wisdom of your choice; it"s the unexpectedness. We all saw that you were very unhappy when you were here before, and we supposed it had gone wrong."
"It had, mother," said Dan. "She refused me at Campobello. But it was a misunderstanding, and as soon as we met--"
"I knew you had met again, and what you had come home for, and I told your father so, when he came to say you were here."
"Did you, mother?" he asked, charmed at her having guessed that.
"Yes. She must be a good girl to send you straight home to tell us."
"You knew I wouldn"t have thought of that myself," said Dan joyously. "I wanted to write; I thought that would do just as well. I hated to leave her, but she made me come. She is the best, and the wisest, and the most unselfish--O mother, I can"t tell you about her! You must see her. You can"t realise her till you see her, mother. You"ll like each other, I"m sure of that. You"re just alike." It seemed to Dan that they were exactly alike.
"Then perhaps we sha"n"t," suggested his mother. "Let me see her picture."
"How did you know I had it? If it hadn"t been for her, I shouldn"t have brought any. She put it into my pocket just as I was leaving. She said you would all want to see what she looked like."
He had taken it out of his pocket, and he held it, smiling fondly upon it. Alice seemed to smile back at him. He had lost her in the reluctance of his father and sisters; and now his mother--it was his mother who had given her to him again. He thought how tenderly he loved his mother.
When he could yield her the photograph, she looked long and silently at it. "She has a great deal of character, Dan."
"There you"ve hit it, mother! I"d rather you would have said that than anything else. But don"t you think she"s beautiful? She"s the gentlest creature, when you come to know her! I was awfully afraid of her at first. I thought she was very haughty. But she isn"t at all. She"s really very self-depreciatory; she thinks she isn"t good enough for me.
You ought to hear her talk, mother, as I have. She"s full of the n.o.blest ideals--of being of some use in the world, of being self-devoted, and--all that kind of thing. And you can see that she"s capable of it.
Her aunt"s in a Protestant sisterhood," he said, with a solemnity which did not seem to communicate itself to his mother, for Mrs. Mavering smiled. Dan smiled too, and said: "But I can"t tell you about Alice, mother. She"s perfect." His heart overflowed with proud delight in her, and he was fool enough to add, "She"s so affectionate!"
His mother kept herself from laughing. "I dare say she is, Dan--with you." Then she hid all but her eyes with the photograph, and gave way.
"What a donkey!" said Dan, meaning himself. "If I go on, I shall disgust you with her. What I mean is that she isn"t at all proud, as I used to think she was."
"No girl is, under the circ.u.mstances. She has all she can do to be proud of you."
"Do you think so, mother?" he said, enraptured with the notion. "I"ve done my best--or my worst--not to give her any reason to be so."
"She doesn"t "want any--the less the better. You silly boy! Don"t you suppose she wants to make you out of whole cloth just as you do with her? She doesn"t want any facts to start with; they"d be in the way.
Well, now, I can make out, with your help, what the young lady is; but what are the father and mother? They"re rather important in these cases."
"Oh, they"re the nicest kind of people," said Dan, in optimistic generalisation. "You"d like Mrs. Pasmer. She"s awfully nice."
"Do you say that because you think I wouldn"t?" asked his mother. "Isn"t she rather sly and hum-bugging?"
"Well, yes, she is, to a certain extent," Dan admitted, with a laugh.
"But she doesn"t mean any harm by it. She"s extremely kind-hearted."
"To you? I dare say. And Mr. Pasmer is rather under her thumb?"
"Well, yes, you might say thumb," Dan consented, feeling it useless to defend the Pasmers against this a.n.a.lysis.
"We won"t say heel," returned his mother; "we"re too polite. And your father says he had the reputation in college of being one of the most selfish fellows in the world. He"s never done anything since but lose most of his money. He"s been absolutely idle and useless all his days."
She turned her vivid blue eyes suddenly upon her son"s.
Dan winced. "You know how hard father is upon people who haven"t done anything. It"s a mania of his. Of course Mr. Pasmer doesn"t show to advantage where there"s no--no leisure cla.s.s."
"Poor man!"
Dan was going to say, "He"s very amiable, though," but he was afraid of his mother"s retorting, "To you?" and he held his peace, looking chapfallen.
Whether his mother took pity on him or not, her next sally was consoling. "But your Alice may not take after either of them. Her father is the worst of his breed, it seems; the rest are useful people, from what your father knows, and there"s a great deal to be hoped for collaterally. She had an uncle in college at the same time who was everything that her father was not."
"One of her aunts is in one of those Protestant religious houses in England," repeated Dan.
"Oh!" said his mother shortly, "I don"t know that I like that particularly. But probably she isn"t useless there. Is Alice very religious?"
"Well, I suppose," said Dan, with a smile for the devotions that came into his thought, "she"s what would be called "Piscopal pious."
Mrs. Mavering referred to the photograph, which she still held in her hand. "Well, she"s pure and good, at any rate. I suppose you look forward to a long engagement?"
Dan was somewhat taken aback at a supposition so very contrary to what was in his mind. "Well, I don"t know. Why?"
"It might be said that you are very young. How old is Agnes--Alice, I mean?"
"Twenty-one. But now, look here, mother! It"s no use considering such a thing in the abstract, is it?"
"No," said his mother, with a smile for what might be coming.
"This is the way I"ve been viewing it; I may say it"s the way Alice has been viewing it--or Mrs. Pasmer, rather."
"Decidedly Mrs. Pasmer, rather. Better be honest, Dan."