A FAMILY CONFERENCE
We all were seated about the table at one of Edith"s sumptuous Sunday dinners at the Homestead when Ruth broke her news to the family. Tom had come East on a business trip, and was spending Sunday with Alec in Hilton; so Edith telephoned to all of us within motoring distance and invited us up for "Sunday dinner." This was two or three days after Ruth had told me that she and Bob were not to be married.
"Oh, yes, I"ll go," she nodded, when I had clapped my hand over the receiver and turned to her questioningly, and afterward she said to me, "Concealing my feelings is one of the accomplishments my education _has_ included. I"ll go. I shan"t tell them about Bob yet. I can"t seem to just now."
I was therefore rather surprised when she suddenly abandoned her play-acting. She hadn"t figured on the difficult requirements, I suppose, poor child. Bluff and genial Tom, grown rather gray and stout and bald now, had met her with a hearty, "h.e.l.lo, bride-elect!" Oliver had shouted, "Greetings, Mrs. Prof!" And Madge, his wife, had tucked a tissue-paper-wrapped package under Ruth"s arm: "My engagement present,"
she explained. "Just a half-a-dozen little guest-towels with your initials."
Later at the table Tom had cleared his throat and then remarked, "I like all I hear of this Robert Jennings. He"s good stuff, Ruth. You"ve worried us a good deal, but you"ve landed on your feet squarely at last.
He"s a bully chap."
"And he"s got a bully girl, too, now that she"s got down to bra.s.s tacks," said Alec in big-brother style.
"Decided on the date?" cheerfully inquired Tom. "Elise said to be sure and find out. We"re coming on in full force, you know."
"Yes, the date"s decided," flashed Edith from the head of the table.
"June 28th. It"ll be hot as mustard, but Hilton will be lovely then, and all the summerites here. You must give me an hour on the lists after dinner, Kidlet. Bob"s list, people, is three hundred, and Ruth"s four, so I guess there"ll be a few little remembrances. The envelopes are half directed already. I want you people to know this wedding is only seven weeks off, so hurry up and order your new gowns and morning coats.
Simplicity isn"t going to be the keynote of this affair."
"h.e.l.lo!" exclaimed Tom abruptly, "I haven"t inspected the ring yet.
Let"s see it. Pa.s.s it over, Toots."
Ruth glanced down at her hand. It was still there--Bob"s unpretentious diamond set in platinum--shining wistfully on Ruth"s third finger.
She started to take it off, then stopped and glanced over at me. "I think I"ll tell them, Lucy," she said. "I"ve got something to tell you all," she announced. "I"m wearing the ring still, but--we"ve broken our engagement. I"m not going to marry Robert Jennings after all."
It sounded harsh, crude. Everybody stared; everybody stopped eating; I saw Tom lay down his fork with a juicy piece of duck on it. It had been within two inches of his mouth.
"Will you repeat that?" he said emphatically.
"Yes," complied Ruth, "I will. I know it seems sudden to you. I meant to write it, but after all I might as well tell you. My engagement to Robert Jennings is broken."
"Is this a joke?" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Edith.
"No," replied Ruth, still in that calm, composed way of hers. "No, Edith, it isn"t a joke."
"Will you explain?" demanded Tom, shoving the piece of duck off his fork and abandoning it for good and all.
Ruth had become pale. "Why, there isn"t much to explain, except I found out I wouldn"t be happy with Bob. That"s all."
"Oh," said Tom, "you found out you wouldn"t be happy with Bob! Will you kindly tell us whom you mean to try your happiness on next?"
Ruth"s gray eyes darkened. A little pink stole into her cheeks. "There"s no good of your using that tone with me, Tom," she said.
"Did you know this?" asked Will of me from across the table.
I nodded.
"Do you mean to say it"s _true_?" demanded Edith.
I nodded again.
"You"re crazy, Ruth," she burst out, "you"re simply stark mad. It would be a public disgrace. You"ve got to marry him now. You"ve simply got to.
It"s worse than a divorce. Why--the invitations are all ordered, even the refreshments. The whole world knows about it. You"ve _got_ to marry him."
"My own disgrace is my own affair, I guess," said Ruth, dangerously low.
"It"s _not_ your own affair. It"s ours; it"s the whole family"s; it"s mine. And I won"t stand it--not a second time. Here I have told _everybody_, got my Boston list all made up, too, and all my plans made.
Didn"t I have new lights put into the ball-room especially, and a lot of repairs made on the house--a new bath-room, and everything? And all my house-party guests invited? Why--we"ll be the laughing-stock of this entire town, if you play this game a second time. Good heavens, you"ll be getting the habit. No, sir! You _can"t_ go back on your word in this fashion. You"ve _got_ to marry Robert Jennings _now_."
"I wouldn"t marry Breck Sewall to please you, Edith, and I won"t marry Robert Jennings to please you either," said Ruth. "She wanted me to elope with Breck!" she announced calmly.
"That isn"t true," replied Edith sharply.
"Why don"t you call me a liar and have done with it?" demanded Ruth.
"I wanted to save you from disgrace, and you know it. I wanted----" A maid came in.
"Let us wait and continue this conversation later," remarked Tom.
"We don"t want _you_," flared Edith at the maid. "I didn"t ring. Go out till you"re summoned. You"re the most ungrateful girl I ever knew, Ruth.
You"re----"
"Come," interrupted Alec. "This isn"t getting anywhere. Let us finish dinner first."
"I"m sure I don"t want any more dinner," said Edith.
"Nor I," commented Ruth, with a shrug.
There were a salad fork and a dessert spoon still untouched beside our plates. It would have been thoughtful if Ruth had waited and lit her fuse when the finger-bowls came on. It seemed a shame to me to waste two perfectly good courses, and unnecessarily sensational to interrupt the ceremony of a Sunday dinner. But it was impossible to sit there through two protracted changes of plates.
"I guess we"ve all had enough," remarked Tom, disgustedly shoving away that innocent piece of duck. We rose stragglingly.
"I don"t care to talk about this thing any more," said Ruth, as we pa.s.sed through the hall. "You can thrash it out by yourselves. Lucy, you can represent me!" And she turned away to go upstairs.
Tom called back, "No, Ruth. This is an occasion that requires your presence, whether you like it or not," he said. "Come back, please.
There are a few questions that need to be settled."
Ruth acquiesced condescendingly. "Oh, very well," she replied, and strolled down the stairs and into the library. She walked over to the table and leaned, half sitting, against it, while the rest of us came in and sat down, and some one closed the doors.
"Fire away!" she said flippantly, turning to Tom. She picked up an ivory paper-cutter with a ta.s.sel on one end, twisted the cord tight, and then holding the cutter up by the ta.s.sel watched it whirl and untwist.
Pretty, graceful, nonchalant, armored in a half smile, Ruth stood before her inquisitors. Bob never would have recognized this composed and unmoved girl as the anxious Ruth who had tried so hard to please and satisfy.
"First," began Tom (he has always held the position of high judge in our family), "first, I should be interested to know if you have any plans for the future, and, if so, will you be kind enough to tell us what they may be."
"I have plans," said Ruth, and began twisting the cord of the paper-cutter again.