"Oh, I won"t trouble you with my immediate plans," said Crane, and added, turning to Lefferts, "my experience is that no one is really interested in any one else"s plans--their daily routine, I mean, and small domestic complications."
"Oh, come, I don"t know about that," answered Lefferts, on whom the situation was beginning vaguely to dawn. "Mr. Reed struck me as being very genuinely interested in your intentions. You are genuinely interested, aren"t you, Mr. Reed?"
Reed was interested beyond the point of being able to suspect malice.
"Yes, yes," he said eagerly, "I am, genuinely, sincerely. You see, I understand what would be said in a community like this,--what would be thought. You get my idea?"
"I own I don"t," answered Burton suavely, "but I will say this much, that in deciding my conduct, I have usually considered my own opinion rather than that of others."
"Of course, exactly. I do, myself," said Reed, "but in this case, I really think you would agree with me if I could make myself clear."
"Doubtless, doubtless," answered Crane, and seeing that Jane-Ellen was again in the room, he went on: "What is it exactly that we are talking about? What is it that you fear?"
Reed cast an agonized look at the cook and remained speechless, but Tucker, with more experience in the befogging properties of language, rushed to his a.s.sistance.
"It"s perfectly clear what he means," he said. "Mr. Reed"s idea is that in a small community like this the conduct of every individual is watched, scrutinized and discussed, however humble a sphere he or she may occupy; and that if any young woman should find herself in a position which has been considered a compromising one by every author and dramatist in the language, she would not be saved from the inevitable criticism that would follow by the mere fact that--"
But here something very unfortunate happened. The lip of the ice-water pitcher, which Jane-Ellen was approaching to Tucker"s gla.s.s, suddenly touched his shoulder, and a small quant.i.ty of the chilling liquid trickled between his collar and his neck. It was not enough to be called a stream, and yet it was distinctly more than a drop; it was sufficient to cut short his sentence.
"Oh, sir, I"m so sorry," she cried, and she added, with a sort of wail, looking at Crane, "You see how it is, sir, I"m not used to waiting on table."
"I think she waits admirably," murmured Lefferts aside to his host.
"Extremely competent, I call it," said Crane clearly. "Don"t give it another thought, Jane-Ellen. See," he added, glancing at Tucker"s face which was distorted with anger, "Mr. Tucker has forgotten it already."
"Oh, sir, how kind you are to me!" cried the cook and ran hastily into the pantry, from which a sound which might have been a cough was instantly heard.
"Yours is a strange but delightful home, Crane," observed Lefferts. "I don"t really recall ever having experienced anything quite like it."
"You refer, I fancy," replied Crane, "to the simple peace, the a.s.sured confidence that--"
"That something unexpected is going to happen within the next ten seconds."
Tucker and Reed, both absorbed in their private wrongs, were for an instant like deaf men, but the latter having now dried his neck and as much of his collar as was possible, showed signs of coming to, so that Crane included both in the conversation.
"Lefferts and I were speaking," he said, slightly raising his voice, "of the peculiar atmosphere that makes for the enjoyment of a home. What, Mr. Reed, do you think is most essential?"
"Just one moment, Mr. Crane," said Reed. "I want to say a word more of that other subject we were speaking of."
Crane"s seat allowed him to see the pantry door before any one else could. On it his eyes were fixed as he answered thoughtfully:
"Our last subject. Now, let me see, what was that?"
"It was the question of the propriety of--"
"Fish, sir?" said a gentle voice in Reed"s ear. He groaned and helped himself largely and in silence.
Lefferts, who was really kind-hearted, pitied his distress and decided to change the topic.
"What a fine old house this is," he said, glancing around the high-ceilinged room. "Who does it belong to?"
"It belongs," answered Tucker, "to a family named Revelly--a family who held a highly honored position in the history of our country until they took the wrong side in war."
"In this part of the country, sir," cried Reed, "we are not accustomed to thinking it the wrong side."
Tucker bowed slightly.
"I believe that I am voicing the verdict of history and time," he answered.
It was in remorse, perhaps, for having stirred up this new subject of dispute that Lefferts now went on rapidly, too rapidly to feel his way.
"Well, this present generation seems to be an amusing lot. Eliot was telling me about them last night. He says one of the girls is a perfect beauty. Now, what was her name--such a pretty one. Oh, yes," he added, slightly raising his voice, as his memory gave it to him, "Claudia."
"What?" said the cook.
"n.o.body spoke to you, Jane-Ellen," said Crane, but his eyes remained fixed on her long and meditatively as she handed the sauce for the fish.
Lefferts continued:
"Eliot said that she was a most indiscriminating fascinator--engaged to three men last summer, to his knowledge. Our Northern girls are infants compared--"
Reed suddenly sprang up from the table.
"I"d be obliged, sir," he said, "if you"d tell Mr. Eliot, with my compliments, that that story of his is untrue, and if he doesn"t know it, he ought to. I don"t blame you, sir, a stranger, for repeating all you hear about one of the loveliest young ladies in the country, but I do blame him--"
At this the cook approached him and said with a stern civility:
"Do sit down and eat your fish, sir, before it gets cold." They exchanged a long and bitter glance, but Reed sat down.
"I"m sure you"ll believe," said Lefferts, "that I"m sorry to have said anything I ought not, particularly about any friend of yours, Mr. Reed, but the truth is, I thought of it only as being immensely to the credit of the young lady, in a neighborhood which must be, you"ll forgive my saying, rather dull if you"re not fond of hunting."
"The point is not whether it is to her credit or not," returned Reed, who was by no means placated, "the point is that it is not true."
"Probably not," Lefferts agreed, "only," he added, after a second"s thought, "I don"t see how any one can say that except the young lady herself."
"Miss Claudia Revelly," answered Reed, "is one of the most respected and admired young ladies in the State, I may say in the whole South. I have known her and her family since she was a child, and I should have been informed if anything of the kind had taken place."
As he said this, the glance that the cook cast at him was indescribable. It was mingled pity and wonder, as much as to say, "What hope is there, after all, for a man who can talk like that?"
"Undoubtedly you"re right, Mr. Reed," said Lefferts, "and yet I have never heard of a girl"s announcing more than one engagement at a time, although it has come within my experience to know--"
"But, after all, why not?" said Crane. "Perhaps that will be the coming fashion. We shall in future get letters from our friends, which will begin: "I want you to know of the three great happinesses that have come into my life. I am engaged to John Jones, Peter Smith and Paul Robinson, and I feel almost sure that one of these three, early next June--""
Seeing that Reed was really growing angry, Lefferts hastened to interrupt his host.
"I think you might tell us, Mr. Reed," he said, "what the great beauty of the county looks like?"
"I can"t think that this is the time or place for retailing the charms of a young lady as if it were a slave market," answered Reed; and it seemed to Crane that the cook, who had come in to change the plates, looked a little bit disappointed.