"Of course it is, Aunt Emily!" she said, impulsively. "I came here to see you, not to go to the opera. I have been out already more than I should to-day, but--but things happened, somehow. And this is the last evening we shall have together, and you know we are to play the grand final rubber; and--and I _wanted_ to stay."
The old lady began to tremble in her chair; a mist came over her keen black eyes.
"My grandchildren would have gone!" she cried. "Blanche and Violette would have gone, and not have thought it necessary even to tell me. I have done everything for them, and nothing-- Blanche has been here this afternoon!" she added, in a different voice, struggling for her usual composure. "She said--but it is of no consequence what she said."
"No, it really isn"t, Aunt Emily!" said Hildegarde, venturing to stroke the silken shoulder affectionately. "Suppose we don"t mind about Blanche now; she is very young for her age, don"t you think? I can finish that story before I go to dress for dinner."
But Mrs. Delansing had something else to say.
"Thomas Ferrers came to see me, also!" she said. "Did you ask him to do so?"
"Oh--no!" said Hildegarde. "I--I only told him that you did not go out very much, and--and he said at once that he should come to see you before he left town."
"He is grown an old man!" said Mrs. Delansing. "Wild Tom Ferrers! We had a great deal of talk; much of it about you. I am bound to say that he gave me a different impression of your life. You--you must all be very happy there together!"
The tone was piteous in its wistfulness, and Hildegarde responded heartily. "You must come and see for yourself some day, Aunt Emily! We _are_ happy, as happy as the day is long!"
The evening pa.s.sed quickly and pleasantly. Mrs. Delansing unbent more than Hildegarde could have supposed possible, and even smiled as she told, over the backgammon board, some anecdotes of Colonel Ferrers"s wild youth. One could not imagine her laughing under any circ.u.mstances, but her smile, when she was amused, was fine and delicate, and made a wonderful difference in her face.
When bedtime came, she held Hildegarde"s hands in hers for several minutes, looking at her with a searching gaze.
"You have not found it too dull?" she said. "Hobson says she heard you singing in your room to-day! You do not find this a dreary cage, where no young life could be happy?"
Hildegarde had found it so the first day, but now all was changed, and she could answer heartily, "No, indeed, Aunt Emily! I have had a very pleasant visit, and I am--oh, _so_ glad I came! I don"t believe I should ever have known you if I had not been here in the house; and I am very, very glad to know you, Aunt Emily. May I come again?" She bent, and kissed the old lady"s cheek, and was delighted to have her kiss warmly returned.
"Come whenever you will, my child!" Mrs. Delansing said. "Come as often as you can; I shall be better for every time I see you."
So it was arranged that later in the winter Hildegarde was to come to Gramercy Park for a good visit, and hear the German opera; and when the aunt and niece finally said good-bye at the bedroom door, Hildegarde felt that she had made a new friend; while the lonely old woman went to bed with a warmer heart than she had felt in her bosom for years.
"Why, mum," said Hobson, "I declare to goodness, you look ten years younger since that young lady come here!"
"I _am_ ten years younger, Hobson!" said Mrs. Delansing, gravely. "I will have the nightcap with the Valenciennes frill, if you please."
Hildegarde sent her little trunk off by the expressman, and after bidding good-bye to Hobson, who begged her most earnestly to come again soon, started off for her final shopping-bout. She had some idea of lunching at Purcell"s, and taking an afternoon train for home. There were still several things to be attended to, and she might--it was not very far from Blank & Blank"s--she might be able to run round and see if Rose Flower were at home. It was doubtful, for she had been away most of the fall, but there was always a chance of her having returned. The dear Rose! How good it would be to see her, and Doctor Flower, and, perhaps, Bubble!
It was eleven o"clock before she reached Blank & Blank"s, and the vast shop was filled with a surging crowd of women, young and old, smart and dowdy, rich and poor. Here and there a lone man was seen, standing bewildered, with a sample in his hand of something that he was to match; here and there, too, stood the floor-walkers, in calm and conscious dignity, the heroes of the shopping-world; but these were only occasional flecks on the frothing tide of womanhood. Hildegarde, after several vain attempts, succeeded in reaching the counter she sought.
Before it stood a row of women, elbow to elbow, each bent on her own quest; behind it were the shop-women, endeavouring to satisfy all demands at one and the same moment.
Endeavouring, most of them, that is; but even the shop-woman, tried as she is in the furnace, is not always pure gold. The young woman who stood near Hildegarde may have been too tired, or may have been ill; she certainly was rude. Hildegarde had taken her stand directly behind a plainly dressed, elderly woman, shrewdly judging that she would be likely to make some definite purchase and then depart, instead of fingering half the goods on the counter, as many of the customers were doing. The elderly woman was evidently in haste. She held up the black cashmere that she had been examining, and said, civilly, "Will you please tell me the price of this?" The question was repeated several times; the shop-woman, after one glance at the quiet, unstylish figure, turned her shoulder, and began to press some goods volubly on a departing shopper.
"Please!" said the quiet woman again. "I am in haste, and want to buy some of this. Will you please tell me the price?"
"You"ll have to wait your turn, lady!" was the reply; and voice and tone were equally ill-bred. "I can"t wait on everybody at once."
"I have been waiting fifteen minutes," was the reply; "and my turn has come over and over again."
That was enough for Hildegarde. She reached over the woman"s shoulder, and rapped sharply on the counter. "Will you tell the lady the price of this cashmere, or shall I call Mr. Jones?"
The shop-woman looked up hastily, caught sight of two blazing eyes, and a face like white lightning, and quailed.
"I--I"m sure I was doing my best!" she muttered. "It"s sixty cents a yard."
"If this is your best, you have no place here!" said the flashing person before her. "How many yards would you like, madam? You shall--oh! oh, my dear! Oh, Nurse Lucy, it is not really you?"
"Oh, my blessed lamb!" cried Nurse Lucy, "Am I awake or dreaming, I says to myself the minute I heard your darling voice!"
And the stately maiden in blue serge, and the gray-haired woman in black alpaca, fell on each other"s neck, and fairly cried for joy, while the roar of the shopping actually ceased--for one moment. Then it rose again,--what did it matter to anybody, when a bargain sale was on, who met or who parted? And the two friends, holding each other fast by the hand, got into a quiet corner apart, in a haven dedicated to Ma.r.s.eilles quilts, which n.o.body was buying, and sat down on two stools, and gazed their fill.
"I wonder what is the meaning of it all!" cried Hildegarde. "One after another, I keep meeting all the people I care most about; first one friend, and then another,--and now you, you dear, blessed Nurse Lucy.
Oh! what _are_ you doing here? and where is Mr. Hartley? and--and--have you seen Rose and Bubble? I was wondering whether I could find them.
And--oh, do tell me all about everything, _please_!"
She paused, breathless, and Nurse Lucy took up the tale, drying her joyful tears the while.
"My pretty! to think of it being you! and me thinking of you miles away, and wishing I could run down and see you and your blessed mother, as you"ve asked me a many times so kind. And Jacob,--why, he"s right outside, dear, waiting for me. He can"t abear a crowd of people, you know, and New York almost smothers him anyway, poor soul. We came up for the day, dear, to see Pinkrosia, and Bubble, and the Doctor. We had a note from Doctor Flower--ah! what a good man he is!--and he wouldn"t take no for an answer, but we must come up and see them in their own home; and so here we are,--came up on the early train this morning, as Jacob had business in the city. And now!--and my dear looking so well and so beautiful, and the living spirit of her mother--"
"Oh, hush, Nurse Lucy! you must not flatter me!" cried Hildegarde. "See!
there is your parcel all done up! I will take it for you; and I don"t think that young woman will neglect a customer again for one while."
Arm in arm, they pa.s.sed through the crowd. As they reached the street, Mrs. Hartley pressed Hildegarde"s arm. "Hush, dear! stop a minute!
there"s Jacob; waiting so patient, poor soul! To think how surprised he will be! What shall we say to him?"
"I know!" said Hildegarde. "Let me tell him, Nurse Lucy!"
A tall, stalwart man was standing with his back to them; his legs were rather wide apart, his shoulders squared, and he seemed to have planted himself against the throng of people that hurried and jostled by him.
Discontent was visible in every line of his figure, and Hildegarde knew just how his mouth was puckered, though she could not see it.
Hildegarde stepped up softly behind him, and spoke in his ear.
"And what do you expect to get for winter wheat, Mr. Hartley?"
The farmer turned round as if he had been shot. "What in--now take me away! take me away home, before I lose any senses this place has left me. This ain"t Huldy Grahame, no way of the world!"
Convinced that it was that young person herself, he seized her two hands, and drew her forcibly along, as he made his way through the crowd. "Lucy found ye?" he said. "I bet Lucy found ye. Nothin" like women! I"ve been thinkin" about ye all this blessed day, and looked at every gal that went by, and they was about ten thousand of "em, and not one I"d look at twice. Come along, Lucy! I"ve done all the shoppin" I want! Let"s get home to Doctor Flower"s, and have a sight at this gal, before I wake up and find she"s a dream!"
As the good man spoke, he hurried Hildegarde along at a surprising rate, Nurse Lucy following as best she might. Hildegarde was fairly bewildered by all these sudden meetings. She began to feel as if every street corner must reveal some new vision; she looked for Bubble,--for the Merryweathers; it seemed to her, too, almost dreamlike in its strangeness. Yet after all, there is nothing wonderful in meeting all sorts and conditions of men in the course of two days in New York.
A short walk brought them to a quiet, pleasant street, where the usual brown stone houses had rather a special look of care and neatness. There were many flowers in the windows; the curtains were more often muslin than lace, but they were fresh and white, and one felt that it was a pleasant neighbourhood, a neighbourhood of homes.
"You have been here before, dear?" asked Mrs. Hartley.
"No," replied Hildegarde. "I have been meaning all the fall to come, ever since they came back from Europe and took this house, but one thing and another has prevented. As I told you, I meant to try to see them to-day, in any case. But Rose does not know I am in town; it will be another surprise. Dear Rose!"
"Well, I do suppose Pinkrosia"ll be glad to see you!" said Jacob Hartley. "But if she sets up to be as glad as Marm Lucy and I be, she"ll have to hear something, that"s all. Huldy Grahame"s my gal this time, and no mistake!"
Hildegarde wondered what the Colonel would say to this; wondered also if there were any one else--but the thought dismissed itself unfinished.
Here they were now, in a pretty, homelike parlour, hung with rose-colour,--ah! Doctor Fowler always had the prettiest ideas!--waiting for their hostess. A light step on the stairs! As it came down, quickly and steadily, Hildegarde saw many pictures, all in a moment. First, a girl in a wheeled chair, pale and sweet-faced, saying quietly that she could not walk,--that she had not walked since she was three years old,--pointing out the beauty and convenience of her precious chair, in which she was a prisoner. Then, herself, Hildegarde Grahame, walking up and down the anteroom of the hospital, waiting in an agony of suspense for news; then her mother"s face, and Doctor Flower behind her, both smiling, and the blessed words, "It is all right!"