"Oh, it"s merely--" she hesitated, and he looked affronted.
"What! Some female airs about coming to an unmarried man"s house?" Her involuntary mirth disarmed him. "No? Well, I"m glad you"ve got some sense. Then you"ll come?"
"If I went to your house, it would seem unfriendly not to go to other houses."
"Why shouldn"t you go to other houses? Done anything you"re ashamed of?" He laughed uproariously at his own wit. "Come now; don"t be finikin and ladylike!"
"I don"t make visits," she explained, the color rising angrily in her cheeks.
"Gad-a-mercy! Why not?" he interrupted. "Do you think you"re too good for us here in Old Chester?"
"Oh, Mr. Wright!"
"Or perhaps Old Chester is too good for you?"
His face had softened wonderfully; he was looking at her with the same quizzical delight with which he would look at one of his canaries when he caught it, and held it struggling in his hand. "Are we too good for you?" he jeered, "too--"
He stopped abruptly, his laugh breaking off in the middle. Then his mouth fell slowly open in blank amazement; he leaned forward in his chair and stared at her without a word.
"I don"t care for society," she said, in a frightened way, and rose as if to bring the visit to an end.
But Benjamin Wright sat still, slowly nodding his head. "You don"t care for society? I wonder why."
"Oh, because I am--a very quiet person," she stammered.
The dining-room door opened and Sarah came in, looked about, found the decanter, and withdrew.
"Where is--that gentleman?" the old man demanded.
"Mr. Pryor went in to dinner," she said faintly. "Please excuse him; he was tired."
The silence that fell between them was like a blow. ... Mr. Wright pulled himself to his feet, and with one shaking hand on the table felt his way around until he stood directly in front of her; he put his face close to hers and stared into her eyes, his lower lip opening and closing in silence. Then, without speaking, he began to grope about on the table for his hat and stick.
"I will bid you good day," he said.
Without another word he went shuffling out into the dark hall. At the front door he turned and looked back at her; then, slowly, shook his head.
CHAPTER VI
Poor Maggie paid for her good nature. On Sunday morning she was so decidedly worse that William King, to the disgust of his Martha, was summoned from his breakfast-table.
"Women who can"t look after a simple sore throat without bothering their doctors are pretty inefficient creatures," she said coldly.
William thought of women who were so efficient that they did not hesitate to advise their doctors; but he only agreed with proper seriousness to Martha"s declaration that it was too bad, for he would be late for church--"unless you hurry, William!" she called after him.
Perhaps he hurried when he was with Maggie, but certainly he displayed no haste when giving his directions to Mrs. Richie, nor even later when just as he was about to drive off, Mr. Pryor hailed him from the garden.
"How"s your patient, doctor?"
"Pretty sick. She didn"t obey your sister"s orders and keep in bed yesterday. So, of course, she"s worse to-day."
Mr. Pryor leaned a comfortable elbow on the green gate. "That"s a nice prospect! What am I going to have to eat?" he said, good-humoredly.
Yet behind the good humor there was annoyance. It came into William King"s mind that this fellow would not spare his sister his irritation, and with a sudden impulse of concern for her, he said, "Well now, look here, why don"t you and Mrs. Richie come in this evening and take tea with us? I don"t know what you"ll get, but come and take pot-luck."
"Thank you," Lloyd Pryor said, "but--"
"Oh, come now," interrupted the doctor, gathering up his reins; "you good people are not neighborly enough. We"ll expect you both at six."
"You are very kind, but I think--" But William would not listen. He was in great spirits. "It will be pot-luck, and my wife will be delighted--" then, his voice dragged--"I hope you"ll come," he said uncertainly.
Mr. Pryor began to protest, but ended with a laugh. "Well, we"ll come!
Thank you very much."
"That"s good," the doctor said a little less cordially, indeed, as he drove away he looked distinctly less cordial, and once he sighed....
Now, how should he put it? "Oh, Martha, by the way, Mr. Pryor and his sister will drop in to tea to-night. I suggested it, and--" No, that would not do.... "Martha, it occurred to me it would be neighborly--"
No. "Confound it," William King muttered to himself, "what did I do it for, anyhow? "Martha, my dear, I know you like to do a kindness, so I asked Mrs. Richie and her brother""--that was better. "But I hate a circ.u.mbendibus!" William said, irritably, to himself. Then he drew a long breath, and set his lips as a man may who is about to face the domestic cannon"s mouth.
After he had driven on, s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g up his courage, it appeared that Mr.
Pryor also had a cannon to face. Helena Richie came out into the garden, and found. him sitting on a bench built round a great silver poplar. Her face was worried. "I ought not to have made poor Maggie get up yesterday," she said, "but I was so distressed not to have a good dinner for you."
"Well, at least you need have no anxieties about supper; we"ve had an invitation,"
"An invitation! From Dr, King? Well, that"s very nice in him. But, of course--"
"I told him we would come"
"You told him we would come!"
"I couldn"t help it, Nelly. People who invite you face to face are perfect nuisances. But, really, it"s no great matter--for once, And I knew it would be a convenience for you. Besides, I wanted a good supper."
"Well, we must make some excuse."
"There isn"t any excuse to make," he explained, good-naturedly: "I tried to find one and couldn"t. We"ve got to go."
"_I_ sha"n"t go."
He looked at her from under his heavy eyelids; then blew two smoke wreaths slowly. "You"re a queer creature."
She turned on him hotly. "Queer? Because I won"t go out to supper with you? I"d be queer if I did! I"m entirely satisfied with myself, Lloyd; I consider that I have a perfect right to be happy in my own way. You know I don"t care a copper for what you call "morality"! it"s nothing but cowardly conventionality. But I won"t go out to supper with you."
"Please don"t let us have a tirade," he said "I thought it would be more convenient for you. That"s always the way with your s.e.x, Helena, you do a thing to help them out, and they burst into tears."
"I haven"t burst into tears," she said sullenly, "but I won"t go."