"Not if I can help it!"
Miss Birdseye gave a little ineffectual sigh. "Well, I suppose every one must act out their ideal. That"s what Olive Chancellor does. She"s a very n.o.ble character."
"Oh yes, a glorious nature."
"You know their opinions are just the same--hers and Verena"s," Miss Birdseye placidly continued. "So why should you make a distinction?"
"My dear madam," said Ransom, "does a woman consist of nothing but her opinions? I like Miss Tarrant"s lovely face better, to begin with."
"Well, she _is_ pretty-looking." And Miss Birdseye gave another sigh, as if she had had a theory submitted to her--that one about a lady"s opinions--which, with all that was unfamiliar and peculiar lying behind it, she was really too old to look into much. It might have been the first time she really felt her age. "There"s a blue car," she said, in a tone of mild relief.
"It will be some moments before it gets here. Moreover, I don"t believe that at bottom they _are_ Miss Tarrant"s opinions," Ransom added.
"You mustn"t think she hasn"t a strong hold of them," his companion exclaimed, more briskly. "If you think she is not sincere, you are very much mistaken. Those views are just her life."
"Well, _she_ may bring me round to them," said Ransom, smiling.
Miss Birdseye had been watching her blue car, the advance of which was temporarily obstructed. At this, she transferred her eyes to him, gazing at him solemnly out of the pervasive window of her spectacles. "Well, I shouldn"t wonder if she did! Yes, that will be a good thing. I don"t see how you can help being a good deal shaken by her. She has acted on so many."
"I see: no doubt she will act on me." Then it occurred to Ransom to add: "By the way, Miss Birdseye, perhaps you will be so kind as not to mention this meeting of ours to my cousin, in case of your seeing her again. I have a perfectly good conscience in not calling upon her, but I shouldn"t like her to think that I announced my slighting intention all over the town. I don"t want to offend her, and she had better not know that I have been in Boston. If you don"t tell her, no one else will."
"Do you wish me to conceal----?" murmured Miss Birdseye, panting a little.
"No, I don"t want you to conceal anything. I only want you to let this incident pa.s.s--to say nothing."
"Well, I never did anything of that kind."
"Of what kind?" Ransom was half vexed, half touched by her inability to enter into his point of view, and her resistance made him hold to his idea the more. "It is very simple, what I ask of you. You are under no obligation to tell Miss Chancellor everything that happens to you, are you?"
His request seemed still something of a shock to the poor old lady"s candour. "Well, I see her very often, and we talk a great deal. And then--won"t Verena tell her?"
"I have thought of that--but I hope not."
"She tells her most everything. Their union is so close."
"She won"t want her to be wounded," Ransom said ingeniously.
"Well, you _are_ considerate." And Miss Birdseye continued to gaze at him. "It"s a pity you can"t sympathise."
"As I tell you, perhaps Miss Tarrant will bring me round. You have before you a possible convert," Ransom went on, without, I fear, putting up the least little prayer to heaven that his dishonesty might be forgiven.
"I should be very happy to think that--after I have told you her address in this secret way." A smile of infinite mildness glimmered in Miss Birdseye"s face, and she added: "Well, I guess that will be your fate.
She _has_ affected so many. I would keep very quiet if I thought that.
Yes, she will bring you round."
"I will let you know as soon as she does," Basil Ransom said. "Here is your car at last."
"Well, I believe in the victory of the truth. I won"t say anything." And she suffered the young man to lead her to the car, which had now stopped at their corner.
"I hope very much I shall see you again," he remarked, as they went.
"Well, I am always round the streets, in Boston." And while, lifting and pushing, he was helping again to insert her into the oblong receptacle, she turned a little and repeated, "She _will_ affect you! If that"s to be your secret, I will keep it," Ransom heard her subjoin. He raised his hat and waved her a farewell, but she didn"t see him; she was squeezing further into the car and making the discovery that this time it was full and there was no seat for her. Surely, however, he said to himself, every man in the place would offer his own to such an innocent old dear.
END OF VOL. I