"That _is_ serious," said Dillwyn. "Tom is in such straitened circ.u.mstances himself. I was thinking, he might be able to provide the hoop; but if she has no money, it is critical."
"You may laugh!" said Miss Julia. "That is all the comfort one gets from a man. But he does not laugh when it comes to be his own case, and matters have gone too far to be mended, and he is feeling the consequences of his rashness."
"You speak as if I were in danger! But I do not see how it should come to be "my own case," as I never even saw the lady. Who is she? and where is she? and how comes she--so dangerous--to be visiting you?"
All spoke now at once, and Philip heard a confused medley of "Mrs.
Wishart"--"Miss Lothrop"--"staying with her"--"poor cousin"--"kind to her of course."
Mr. Dillwyn"s countenance changed.
"Mrs. Wishart!" he echoed. "Mrs. Wishart is irreproachable."
"Certainly, but that does not put a penny in Miss Lothrop"s pocket, nor give her position, nor knowledge of the world."
"What do you mean by knowledge of the world?" Mr. Dillwyn inquired with slow words.
"Why! you know. Just the sort of thing that makes the difference between the raw and the manufactured article," Miss Julia answered, laughing. She was comfortably conscious of being thoroughly "manufactured" herself. No crude ignorances or deficiencies there.--"The sort of thing that makes a person at home and _au fait_ everywhere, and in all companies, and shuts out awkwardnesses and inelegancies.
"_Does_ it shut them out?"
"Why, of course! How can you ask? What else will shut them out? All that makes the difference between a woman of the world and a milkmaid."
"This little girl, I understand, then, is awkward and inelegant?"
"She is nothing of the kind!" Tom burst out. "Ridiculous!" But Dillwyn waited for Miss Julia"s answer.
"I cannot call her just _awkward_," said Mrs. Caruthers.
"N-o," said Julia, "perhaps not. She has been living with Mrs. Wishart, you know, and has got accustomed to a certain set of things. She does not strike you unpleasantly in society, seated at a lunch table, for instance; but of course all beyond the lunch table is like London to a Laplander."
Tom flung himself out of the room.
"And that is what you are going to Florida for?" pursued Dillwyn.
"You have guessed it! Yes, indeed. Do you know, there seems to be nothing else to do. Tom is in actual danger. I know he goes very often to Mrs. Wishart"s; and you know Tom is impressible; and before we know it he might do something he would be sorry for. The only thing is to get him away."
"I think I will go to Mrs. Wishart"s too," said Philip. "Do you think there would be danger?"
"I don"t know!" said Miss Julia, arching her brows. "I never can comprehend why the men take such furies of fancies for this girl or for that. To me they do not seem so different. I believe this girl takes just because she is not like the rest of what one sees every day."
"That might be a recommendation. Did it never strike you, Miss Julia, that there is a certain degree of sameness in our world? Not in nature, for there the variety is simply endless; but in our ways of living.
Here the effort seems to be to fall in with one general pattern. Houses and dresses; and entertainments, and even the routine of conversation.
Generally speaking, it is all one thing."
"Well," said Miss Julia, with spirit, "when anything is once recognized as the right thing, of course everybody wants to conform to it."
"I have not recognized it as the right thing."
"What?"
"This uniformity."
"What would you have?"
"I think I would like to see, for a change, freedom and individuality.
Why should a woman with sharp features dress her hair in a manner that sets off their sharpness, because her neighbour with a cla.s.sic head can draw it severely about her in close bands and coils, and so only the better show its n.o.bility of contour? Why may not a beautiful head of hair be dressed flowingly, because the fashion favours the people who have no hair at all? Why may not a plain dress set off a fine figure, because the mode is to leave no unbroken line or sweeping drapery anywhere? And I might go on endlessly."
"I can"t tell, I am sure," said Miss Julia; "but if one lives in the world, it won"t do to defy the world. And that you know as well as I."
"What would happen, I wonder?"
"The world would quietly drop you. Unless you are a person of importance enough to set a new fashion."
"Is there not some unworthy bondage about that?"
"You can"t help it, Philip Dillwyn, if there is. We have got to take it as it is; and make the best of it."
"And this new Fate of Tom"s--this new Fancy rather,--as I understand, she is quite out of the world?"
"Quite. Lives in a village in New England somewhere, and grows onions."
"For market?" said Philip, with a somewhat startled face.
"No, no!" said Julia, laughing--"how could you think I meant that? No; I don"t know anything about the onions; but she has lived among farmers and sailors all her life, and that is all she knows. And it is perfectly ridiculous, but Tom is so smitten with her that all we can do is to get him away. Fancy, Tom!"
"He has got to come back," said Philip, rising. "You had better get somebody to take the girl away."
"Perhaps you will do that?" said Miss Julia, laughing.
"I"ll think of it," said Dillwyn as he took leave.
CHAPTER VI.
HAPPINESS.
Philip kept his promise. Thinking, however, he soon found, did not amount to much till he had seen more; and he went a few days after to Mrs. Wishart"s house.
It was afternoon. The sun was streaming in from the west, filling the sitting-room with its splendour; and in the radiance of it Lois was sitting with some work. She was as unadorned as when Philip had seen her the other day in the street; her gown was of some plain stuff, plainly made; she was a very unfashionable-looking person. But the good figure that Mr. Dillwyn liked to see was there; the fair outlines, simple and graceful, light and girlish; and the exquisite hair caught the light, and showed its varying, warm, bright tints. It was ma.s.sed up somehow, without the least artificiality, in order, and yet lying loose and wavy; a beautiful combination which only a few heads can attain to.
There was n.o.body else in the room; and as Lois rose to meet the visitor, he was not flattered to see that she did not recognize him.
Then the next minute a flash of light came into her face.
"I have had the pleasure," said Dillwyn. "I was afraid you were going to ignore the fact."