"That depends entirely on where my nephew wants to spend the heated term,"
said Anne brightly. "I shall take him and Lutie into the country with me."
Mrs. Tresslyn winced. "It doesn"t sound quite so terrible as grandson, at any rate," she remarked, considering the first sentence only.
"I do hope it will be a boy," mused Anne.
"I believe I could love her if she gave us a boy," said the other. "I am beginning to feel that we need more men in the family."
One of the last to drop in during the afternoon to welcome Anne back to the fold was the imposing and more or less redoubtable Mrs. Wintermill, head of the exclusive family to which Percy belonged. Percy"s father was still alive but he was a business man, and as such he met his family as he would any other liability: when necessary.
Mrs. Wintermill"s first remark after saying that she was glad to see Anne looking so well was obviously the result of a quick and searching glance around the room.
"Isn"t Percy here?" she inquired.
Anne had just had an uncomfortable half minute on the telephone with Percy. "Not unless he is hiding behind that couch over there, Mrs.
Wintermill," she said airily. "He is coming up later, I believe."
"I was to meet him here," said Mrs. Wintermill, above flippancy. "Is it five o"clock?"
"No," said Anne. Mrs. Wintermill smiled again. She was puzzled a little by the somewhat convulsive gurgle that burst from Anne"s lips. "I beg your pardon. I just happened to think of something." She turned away to say good-bye to the last of her remaining visitors,-two middle-aged ladies who had not made her acquaintance until after her marriage to Templeton Thorpe and therefore were not by way of knowing Mrs. Wintermill without the aid of opera-gla.s.ses. "Do come and see me again."
"Who are they?" demanded Mrs. Wintermill before the servant had time to close the door behind the departing ones. She did not go to the trouble of speaking in an undertone.
"Old friends of Mr. Thorpe"s," said Anne. "Washington Square people. More tea, Ludwig. How well you are looking, Mrs. Wintermill. So good of you to come."
"We wanted to be among the first-if not the very first-to welcome you home, Jane. Percy said to me this morning before he left for the office: "Mother, you must run in and see Jane Tresslyn to-day." Ahem! Dear me, I seem to have got into the habit of dropping things every time I move.
Thanks, dear. Ahem! As I was saying, I said to Percy this morning: "I must run in and see Jane Tresslyn to-day." And Percy said that he would meet me here and go on to the-Do you remember the Fenns? The Rumsey Fenns?"
"Oh, yes. I"ve been away only a year, you know, Mrs. Wintermill."
"It seems ages. Well, the Fenns are having something or other for a French woman,-or a man, I"m not quite sure,-who is trying to introduce a new tuberculosis serum over here. I shouldn"t be the least bit surprised to see it publicly injected into Mr. Fenn, who, I am told, has everything his wife wants him to have. My daughter was saying only a day or two ago that Rumsey Fenn,-we don"t know them very well, of course,-naturally, we wouldn"t, you know-er-what was I saying? Ah, yes; Percy declared that the city would be something like itself once more, now that you"ve come home, Jennie. I beg your pardon;-which is it that you prefer? I"ve quite forgotten. Jennie or Jane?"
"It doesn"t in the least matter, Mrs. Wintermill," said Anne amiably.
"There isn"t much choice."
"How is your mother?"
"Quite well, thank you. And how is Mr. Wintermill?"
"As I was saying, Mrs. Fenn dances beautifully. Percy,-he"s really quite silly about dancing,-Percy says she"s the best he knows. I do not pretend to dance all of the new ones myself, but-Did you inquire about Mr.
Wintermill? He"s doing it, too, as they say in the song. By the way, I should have asked before: how is your mother? I haven"t seen her in weeks.
Good heavens!" The good lady actually turned pale. "It was your husband who died, wasn"t it? Not your-but, of course, _not_. What a relief. You say she"s well?"
"You barely missed her. She was here this afternoon."
"So sorry. It _is_ good to have you with us again, Kate. How pretty you are. Do you like the Ritz?"
A bell-boy delivered a huge basket of roses at the door at this juncture.
Mrs. Wintermill eyed them sharply as Ludwig paused for instructions. Anne languidly picked up the detached envelope and looked at the card it contained.
"Put it on the piano, Ludwig," she said. "They are from Eddie Townshield,"
she announced, kindly relieving her visitor"s curiosity.
"Really," said Mrs. Wintermill. She sent a very searching glance around the room once more. This time she was not looking for Percy, but for Percy"s tribute. She was annoyed with Percy. What did he mean by not sending flowers to Anne Tresslyn? In her anger she got the name right.
"Orchids are Percy"s favourites, Anne. He never sends anything but orchids. He-"
"He sent me some gorgeous orchids this morning," said Anne.
Mrs. Wintermill looked again, even squinting her eyes. "I suppose they _aren"t_ very hardy at this time of the year. I"ve noticed they perish-"
"Oh, these were exceedingly robust," interrupted Anne. "They"ll live for days." Her visitor gave it up, sinking back with a faint sigh. "I"ve had millions of roses and orchids and violets since I landed. Every one has been so nice."
Mrs. Wintermill sat up a little straighter in her chair. "New York men are rather punctilious about such things," she ventured. It was an inquiry.
"Captain Poindexter, d.i.c.kie Fowless, Herb. Vandervelt,-oh, I can"t remember all of them. The room looked like Thorley"s this morning."
Mrs. Wintermill could not stand it any longer. "What have you done with them, my dear?"
Anne enjoyed being veracious. "I took a whole truckload up to my sister- in-law. She"s going to have a baby."
Her visitor stiffened. "I was not aware that you had a sister-in-law. Mr.
Thorpe was especially free from relatives."
"Oh, this is George"s wife. Dear little Lutie Carnahan, don"t you know?
She"s adorable."
"Oh!" oozed from the other"s lips. "I-I think I do recall the fact that George was married while in college. It is very nice of you to share your flowers with her. I loathed them, however, when Percy and Elaine were coming. It must be after five, isn"t it?"
"Two minutes after," said Anne.
"I thought so. I wonder what has become of-Oh, by the way, Jane, Percy was saying the other day that Eddie Townshield has really been thrown over by that silly little Egburt girl. He was frightfully gone on her, you know.
You wouldn"t know her. She came out after you went into retirement. That"s rather good, isn"t it? Retirement! I must tell that to Percy. He thinks I haven"t a grain of humour, my dear. It bores him, I fancy, because he is so witty himself. And heaven knows he doesn"t get it from his father. That reminds me, have you heard that Captain Poindexter is about to be dismissed from the army on account of that affair with Mrs. Coles last winter? The government is very strict about-Ah, perhaps that is Percy now."
But it was not Percy,-only a boy with a telegram.
"Will you pardon me?" said Anne, and tore open the envelope. "Why, it"s from Percy."
"From-dear me, what is it, Anne? Has anything happened-"
"Just a word to say that he will be fifteen or twenty minutes late," said Anne drily.
"He is the most thoughtful boy in-But as I was saying, Herbie Vandervelt"s affair with Anita Coles was the talk of the town last winter. Every one says that he will not marry her even though Coles divorces her. How I hate that in men. They are not all that sort, thank G.o.d. I suppose the business in connection with the estate has been settled, hasn"t it? As I recall it, the will was a very simple one, aside from that ridiculous provision that shocked every one so much. I think you made a great mistake in not contesting it, Annie. Percy says that it wouldn"t have stood in any court.
By the way, have you seen Braden Thorpe?" She eyed her hostess rather narrowly.
"No," was the reply. "It hasn"t been necessary, you know. Mr. Dodge attended to everything. My duties as executrix were trifling. My report, or whatever you call it, was ready months ago."
"And all that money? I mean, the money that went to Braden. What of that?"