"Pearl gray, with very narrow st.i.tching. I think that"s better taste, don"t you?"
"Sure," agreed Quin. "Flower in the b.u.t.tonhole, or anything like that?"
While this all-important detail was being decided, a clanging bell and the hiss of an engine announced the incoming train. Before the two waiting cavaliers could reach the gate, Eleanor Bartlett came through, laden with wraps and umbrellas.
"I like the way you meet us," she called out. "For mercy sake, help me."
And she deposited her burden in Quin"s outstretched arms. Then, as Mr.
Chester strode past them with flying coat-tails in quest of Miss Enid, she burst out laughing.
"Say, you are looking great," said Quin, with devouring eyes, as he surveyed her over the top of his impedimenta.
"It"s more than you are." She scanned his face in dismay. "Have you been sick?"
"No, indeed. Never felt better."
"I know--it was nursing Ca.s.s that did it. Rose wrote me all about it. If you don"t look better right away, I shall make you go straight to bed and I"ll come feed you chicken soup."
"My fever"s rising this minute!" cried Quin, "I believe I"ve got a chill.
Send for the ambulance!"
"Not till after the wedding. I"ll have you know I am to be Aunt Enid"s bridesmaid."
"You"ve got nothing on me," said Quin, "I"m the best man!"
This struck them both as being so excruciatingly funny that they did not see the approaching cavalcade, with Madam walking slowly at its head, until Quin heard his name called.
"Oh, dear," said Eleanor, "there they come. And I"ve got a thousand questions to ask you and a million things to tell you."
"Come here, young man, and see me walk!" was Madam"s greeting. "Do I look like a cripple? Leg off at the knee, crutches for life? Bah! We fooled them, didn"t we?"
Quin made a tremendous fuss over the old lady. He also threw the aunties into pleased confusion by pretending that he was going to kiss them, and occasioned no end of laughter and good-natured banter by his incessant teasing of Mr. Chester. He was in that state of effervescence that demanded an immediate outlet.
Madam found him so amusing that she promptly detailed him as her special escort.
"Eleanor can look after the baggage," she said, "and Isobel can look after Eleanor. The turtle-doves can take a taxi." And she closed her strong old fingers around Quin"s wrist and pulled him forward.
He shot an appealing glance over his shoulder at Eleanor, who shook her head in exasperation; then he obediently conducted Madam to her carriage and scrambled in beside her.
"Now," she said, when he had got a cushion at her back and a stool under her foot, "tell me: where"s Ranny--drunk as usual?"
"No, siree!" said Quin proudly. "Sober as usual. He hasn"t touched a drop since you went away."
She looked at him incredulously.
"Are you lying?"
"I am not."
Her hard, suspicious old face began to twitch and her eyelids reddened.
"This is your doing," she said gruffly. "You"ve put more backbone into him than all the doctors together."
"That"s not all I"ve done," said Quin. "What are you going to say when I tell you I"ve sold him a farm?"
"A farm? You"ve got no farm; and he had no money to buy it, if you had."
"That"s all right. He has had a farm for three months. You ought to see him--up at six o"clock every morning looking after things, and so keen about getting back to it in the evening that he never thinks about going to the club or staying in town."
"What"s all this nonsense you are talking?"
"It"s not nonsense. He"s bought a little place out near Anchordale. They are living there."
"And they did this without consulting me!" Madam"s eyes blazed. "Why, he is no more capable of running a farm than a ten-year-old child! I have fought it for years. He knew perfectly well if he told me I"d stop it instantly. He will appeal to me to help out within six months, you"ll see! I sha"n"t do it! I"ll show my children if they can do without me that I can go without them."
She was working herself into a fine rage. The aigrette on her bonnet quivered, and the black velvet band about her neck was getting so tight that it looked as if it couldn"t stand the strain much longer.
"Why didn"t he write me?" she stormed. "Am I too old and decrepit to be consulted any more? Is he going to follow Enid"s high-handed way of deciding things without the slightest reference to my wishes?"
"I expect he is," said Quin cheerfully. "You see, you can"t stiffen a fellow"s backbone, as you call it, for one thing and not another. When he found out he could stop drinking, he decided he could do other things as well. He"s started a chicken farm."
Madam groaned: "Of course. I never knew a fool that sooner or later didn"t gravitate to chickens. He will get an incubator next."
"He has two already. He and Mrs. Ranny are studying out the whole business scientifically."
"And I suppose they"ve got a rabbit hutch, and a monkey, and some white mice?"
"Not quite. But they"ve got a nice place. Want to go out with me next Sat.u.r.day and see "em?"
"I do not. I"m not interested in menageries. I never expect to cross the threshold."
Quin pulled up the cape that had slipped from her shoulder, and adjusted it carefully.
"When Mr. Ranny comes in to see you," he said, "I hope you won"t ball him out right away. He"s awful keen on this stunt, you know. It sort of takes the place of the things he has given up."
Madam glared straight ahead of her for a few moments, then she said curtly:
"I"ll not mention it until he does."
"Oh, but I _want_ you to. He"s as nervous as a witch about how you are going to take it. You see, he thinks more of your opinion than he does of anybody"s, and he wants your approval. If you could jump right in and say you think it"s a bully idea, and that you are coming out to see what he has done, and----"
"Do you want me to lie?" Madam demanded fiercely.
"No," said Quin, laughing; "I am trying to warm you up to the project now, so you won"t have to lie." Then, seeing her face relax a little, he leaned toward her and said in his most persuasive tone:
"See here, now! I did my best to straighten Mr. Ranny out. He"s making the fight of his life to keep straight. It"s up to you to stand by us.
You don"t want to pitch the fat back in the fire, do you?"
They had reached the big house on Third Avenue, and the carriage was slowing up at the curbing. Quin, receiving no answer to his question, carefully helped Madam up the steps and into the house, where black Hannah was waiting to receive her.