"You mean he won"t," I observed.
"He has always been prevented hitherto," said she, with dignity.
So I went, and it proved a most agreeable expedition. There were 200 girls in blue frocks and white ap.r.o.ns (the girl three from the end of the fifth row was decidedly pretty)--a nice lot of prize books--the Micklehams (Dolly in demure black), ourselves, and the matron. All went well. Dolly gave away the prizes; Mrs. Hilary and Archie made little speeches. Then the matron came to me. I was sitting modestly at the back of the platform, a little distance behind the others.
"Mr. Musgrave," said the matron to me, "we"re so glad to see you here at last. Won"t you say a few words?"
"It would be a privilege," I responded cordially, "but unhappily I have a sore throat."
The matron (who was a most respectable woman) said, "Dear, dear!" but did not press the point. Evidently, however, she liked me, for when we went to have a cup of tea, she got me in a corner and began to tell me all about the work. It was extremely interesting. Then the matron observed:
"And what an angel Mrs. Musgrave is!"
"Well, I should hardly call her that," said I, with a smile.
"Oh, you mustn"t depreciate her--you, of all men!" cried the matron, with a somewhat ponderous archness. "Really I envy you her constant society."
"I a.s.sure you," said I, "I see very little of her."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I only go to the house about once a fortnight--Oh, it"s not my fault.
She won"t have me there oftener."
"What do you mean? I beg your pardon. Perhaps I"ve touched on a painful--?"
"Not at all, not at all," said I suavely. "It is very natural. I am neither young nor handsome, Mrs. Wiggins. I am not complaining."
The matron gazed at me.
"Only seeing her here," I pursued, "you have no idea of what she is at home. She has chosen to forbid me to come to her house--"
"Her house?"
"It happens to be more hers than mine," I explained. "To forbid me, I say, more than once to come to her house. No doubt she had her reasons."
"Nothing could justify it," said the matron, directing a wondering glance at Mrs. Hilary.
"Do not let us blame her," said I. "It is just an unfortunate accident.
She is not as fond of me as I could wish, Mrs. Wiggins; and she is a great deal fonder than I could wish of--"
I broke off. Mrs. Hilary was walking toward us. I think she was pleased to see me getting on so well with the matron, for she was smiling pleasantly. The matron wore a bewildered expression.
"I suppose," said Mrs. Hilary, "that you"ll drive back with the Micklehams?"
"Unless you want me," said I, keeping a watchful eye on the matron.
"Oh, I don"t want you," said Mrs. Hilary lightly.
"You won"t be alone this evening?" I asked anxiously.
Mrs. Hilary stared a little.
"O, no!" she said. "We shall have our usual party."
"May I come one day next week?" I asked humbly.
Mrs. Hilary thought for a moment.
"I"m so busy next week--come the week after," said she, giving me her hand.
"That"s very unkind," said I.
"Nonsense!" said Mrs. Hilary, and she added, "Mind you let me know when you"re coming."
"I won"t surprise you," I a.s.sured her, with a covert glance at the matron.
The excellent woman was quite red in the face, and could gasp out nothing but "Goodbye," as Mrs. Hilary affectionately pressed her hand.
At this moment Dolly came up. She was alone.
"Where"s Archie?" I asked.
"He"s run away; he"s got to meet somebody. I knew you"d see me home.
Mrs. Hilary didn"t want you, of course?"
"Of course not," said I plaintively.
"Besides, you"d rather come with me, wouldn"t you?" pursued Dolly, and she added, pleasantly to the matron, "Mrs. Hilary"s so down on him, you know."
"I"d much rather come with you," said I.
"We"ll have a cozy drive all to ourselves," said Dolly, "without husbands or wives or anything horrid. Isn"t it nice to get rid of one"s husband sometimes, Mrs. Wiggins?"
"I have the misfortune to be a widow, Lady Mickleham," said Mrs.
Wiggins.
Dolly"s eyes rested upon her with an interesting expression. I knew that she was about to ask Mrs. Wiggins whether she liked the condition of life, and I interposed hastily, with a sigh:
"But you can look back on a happy marriage, Mrs. Wiggins?"
"I did my best to make it so," said she stiffly.
"You are right," said I. "Even in the face of unkindness we should strive--"
"My husband"s not unkind," said Dolly.
"I didn"t mean your husband," said I.