"There"s more room in here," she insisted with sweet buoyancy.
Hamlet Graves rose. "Here, Cousin Daphne!" His brother Lazarus stood up with him.
"Here, John, your maw"ll feel better if you"re a-sett"n" by her."
But she urged the seat, with coy temerity, upon Mr. Ravenel.
"How well she looks in mourning," remarked two Blackland County ladies.
"Yes, she"s pretty yet; what a lovely smile."
"Don"t go "way," she exclaimed, with hostile alarm, as John turned toward the coach"s front. He said he would not, and chose a standing-place where he could watch a corner of Fannie"s distant hat.
"You won"t see many fellows of age staying with their mothers by choice instead o" running off after the girls," commented one of the Blackland matrons, and the other replied:
"They haven"t all got such mothers!"
Mrs. March was enjoying herself. "But, Mr. Ravenel," she said, putting off part of her exhilaration, "you"ve really no right to be a bachelor."
She smiled aslant.
"My dear lady," he murmured, "people who live in gla----"
She started and tried to look sour, but grew sweeter. He became more grave. "You"re still young," he said, paused, and then--"You"re a true Daphne, but you haven"t gone all to laurel yet. I wish--I wish I could feel half as young as you look; I might hope"--he hushed, sighed, and nerved himself.
"Why, Mr. Ravenel!" She glanced down with a winsome smile. "I"m at least old enough to--to stay as I am if I choose?"
"Possibly. But you needn"t if you don"t choose." He folded his arms as if to keep them from doing something rash.
Mrs. March bit her lip. "I can"t imagine who would ever"--she bit it again. "Mr. Ravenel, do you remember those lines of mine--
""O we women are so blind""?
"Yes. But don"t call me Mr. Ravenel."
"Why, why not?"
"It sounds so cold." He shuddered.
"It isn"t meant so. It"s not in my nature to be cold. It"s you who are cold." She hushed as abruptly as a locust. A large man, wet with the heat, stood saluting. Mr. Ravenel rose and introduced Mr. Gamble, president of the road, a palpable, rank Westerner; whereupon it was she who was cold. Mr. Gamble praised the "panorama gliding by."
"Yes." She glanced out over the wide, hot, veering landscape that rose and sank in green and yellow slopes of corn, cotton, and wheat. The president fanned his soaking shirt-collar and Mrs. March with a palm-leaf fan.
"Mercury ninety-nine in Pulaski City," he said to Ravenel, and showed a telegram. Mr. Ravenel began to ask if he might introduce----
"Mr. March! Well, you _have_ changed since the day you took Major Garnet and Mr. Fair and I to see that view in the mountains! If anybody"d a-told me that I"d ever be president of--Thanks, no sir." He wouldn"t sit. He"d just been sitting and talking, he said, "with the two beauties, Miss Halliday and Miss Garnet." Didn"t Mrs. March think them such?
She confessed they looked strong and well, and sighed an unresentful envy.
"Yes," said he, "they do, and I wouldn"t give two cents on the dollar for such as don"t."
Mrs. March smiled dyingly on John, and said she feared her son wouldn"t either. John looked distressed and then laughed; but the president declared her the picture of robust health. This did not seem to please her entirely, and so he added,
"You"ve got to be, to write good poetry. It must be lots of fun, Mrs.
March, to dash off a rhyme just to while away the time--ha, ha, ha! My wife often writes poetry when she feels tired and lazy. I know that whirling this way through this beautiful country is inspiring you right now to write half a dozen poems. I"d like to see you on one of those lovely hillsides in fine frenzy rolling"--He said he meant her eye.
The poetess blushed. A whimper of laughter came from somewhere, but one man put his head quickly out of a window, and another stooped for something very hard to pick up, while John explained that crowds and dust were no inspiration to his mother, who was here to-day purely for his sake. She sat in limp revery with that faint shade on her face which her son believed meant patience. He and the president moved a reverent step aside.
"I hear," said Gamble, in a business undertone, "that your school"s a success."
"Not financially," replied John, gazing into the forward coach.
"Mr. March, why don"t you colonize your lands? You can do it, now the railroad"s here."
"I would, sir, if I had the capital."
"Form a company! They furnish the money, you furnish the land. How"d I build this road? I hadn"t either money or lands. Why, if your lands were out West"----the speaker turned to an eavesdropper, saying sweetly, "This conversation is private, sir," but with a look as if he would swallow him without sauce or salt, John mused. "My mother has such a dislike,"--he hesitated.
"I know," the president smiled, "the ladies are all that way. If a thing"s theirs it just makes "em sick to see anybody else make anything out of it. I speak from experience. They"ll die poor, keeping property enough idle to make a dozen men rich. What"s a man to do? Now, you"--a long pause, eye to eye--"your lands won"t colonize themselves."
"Of course not," mused John.
The president showed two cigars. "Would you like to go to the smoking-car?"
March glanced toward his mother. She was looking at her two kinsmen with such sweet sprightliness that he had trouble to make her see his uplifted cigar. She met his parting smile with a gleam of terror and distrust, but he shook his head and reddened as Hamlet winked at Lazarus.
"It means some girl," observed one of the Blackland matrons.
"Well, I hope it does," responded the other.
"Wait," said the giver of the cigar, "we"re stopping for wood and water.
It"ll be safer to go round this front coach than through it." John thought it would not, but yielded.
"Now, Mr. March," they stood near the water-tank--"if you could persuade your mother to give you full control, and let you get a few strong men to go in with you--see? They could make you--well--secretary!--with a salary; for, of course, you"d have to go into the thing, hot, yourself.
You"d have to push like smoke!"
"Of course," said John, squaring his handsome figure; as if he always went in hot, and as if smoke was the very thing he had pushed like, for years.
"I shouldn"t wonder if you and I"--Gamble began again, but the train started, they took the smoker and found themselves with Halliday, Shotwell, Proudfit, and a huge Englishman, round whom the other three were laughing.
XXVI.
JOHN INSULTS THE BRITISH FLAG
The Briton had seen, on the far edge of Suez, as they were leaving the town, a large building.
"A nahsty brick thing on top a dirty yellow hill," he said; what was it?