"Well," said the girl, falling back into her chair, "generally because this man"s a jay, and particularly because he"s been rather a baddish jay, I believe. He was suspended in his first year for something or other, and you know poor Alan"s very particular! But Molly Enderby says Freddy Lancaster gives him the best of characters now." Bessie pulled down her mouth, with an effect befitting the notion of repentance and atonement. Then she flashed out: "Perhaps he had been drinking when he got into trouble. Alan could never forgive him for that."
"I think," said her aunt, "it is to your brother"s credit that he is anxious about your a.s.sociations."
"Oh, very much!" shouted Bessie, with a burst of laughter. "And as he isn"t practically so, I ought to have been more patient with his theory.
But when he began to scold me I lost my temper, and I gave him a few wholesome truths in the guise of taunts. That was what made him go away, I suppose."
"But I don"t really see," her aunt pursued,--"what occasion he had to be angry with you in this instance."
"Oh, I do!" said Bessie. "Mr. Durgin isn"t one to inspire the casual beholder with the notion of his spiritual distinction. His face is so rude and strong, and he has such a primitive effect in his clothes, that you feel as if you were coming down the street with a prehistoric man that the barbers and tailors had put a "fin de siecle" surface on." At the mystification which appeared in her aunt"s face the girl laughed again. "I should have been quite as anxious, if I had been in Alan"s place, and I shall tell him so, sometime. If I had not been so interested in the situation I don"t believe I could have kept my courage. Whenever I looked round, and found that prehistoric man at my elbow, it gave me the creeps, a little, as if he were really carrying me off to his cave. I shall try to express that to Alan."
x.x.xI.
The ladies finished their tea, and the butler came and took the cups away. Miss Lynde remained silent in her chair at her end of the library-table, and by-and-by Bessie got a book and began to read. When her aunt woke up it was half past nine. "Was that Alan coming in?" she asked.
"I don"t think he"s been out," said the girl. "It isn"t late enough for him to come in--or early enough."
"I believe I"ll go to bed," Miss Lynde returned. "I feel rather drowsy."
Bessie did not smile at a comedy which was apt to be repeated every evening that she and her aunt spent at home together; they parted for the night with the decencies of family affection, and Bessie delivered the elder lady over to her maid. Then the girl sank down again, and lay musing in her deep chair before the fire with her book shut on her thumb. She looked rather old and worn in her reverie; her face lost the air of gay banter which, after the beauty of her queer eyes and her vivid mouth, was its charm. The eyes were rather dull now, and the mouth was a little withered.
She was waiting for her brother to come down, as he was apt to do if he was in the house, after their aunt went to bed, to smoke a cigar in the library. He was in his house shoes when he shuffled into the room, but her ear had detected his presence before a hiccough announced it. She did not look up, but let him make several failures to light his cigar, and d.a.m.n the matches under his breath, before she pushed the drop-light to him in silent suggestion. As he leaned over her chair-back to reach its chimney with his cigar in his mouth, she said, "You"re all right, Alan."
He waited till he got round to his aunt"s easy-chair and dropped into it before he answered, "So are you, Bess."
"I"m not so sure of that," said the girl, "as I should be if you were still scolding me. I knew that he was a jay, well enough, and I"d just seen him behaving very like a cad to Mrs. Bevidge."
"Then I don"t understand how you came to be with him."
"Oh yes, you do, Alan. You mustn"t be logical! You might as well say you can"t understand how you came to be more serious than sober." The brother laughed helplessly. "It was the excitement."
"But you can"t give way to that sort of thing, Bess," said her brother, with the gravity of a man feeling the consequences of his own errors.
"I know I can"t, but I do," she returned. "I know it"s bad for me, if it isn"t for other people. Come! I"ll swear off if you will!"
"I"m always ready, to swear off," said the young man, gloomily. He added, "But you"ve got brains, Bess, and I hate to see you playing the fool."
"Do you really, Alan?" asked the girl, pleased perhaps as much by his reproach as by his praise. "Do you think I"ve got brains?"
"You"re the only girl that has."
"Oh, I didn"t mean to ask so much as that! But what"s the reason I can"t do anything with them? Other girls draw, and play, and write. I don"t do anything but go in for the excitement that"s bad for me. I wish you"d explain it."
Alan Lynde did not try. The question seemed to turn his thoughts back upon himself to dispiriting effect. "I"ve got brains, too, I believe,"
he began.
"Lots of them!" cried his sister, generously. "There isn"t any of the men to compare with you. If I had you to talk with all the time, I shouldn"t want jays. I don"t mean to flatter. You"re a constant feast of reason; I don"t care for flows of soul. You always take right views of things when you"re yourself, and even when you"re somebody else you"re not stupid. You could be anything you chose."
"The devil of it is I can"t choose," he replied.
"Yes, I suppose that"s the devil of it," said the girl.
"You oughtn"t to use such language as that, Bess," said her brother, severely.
"Oh, I don"t with everybody," she returned. "Never with ladies!"
He looked at her out of the corner of his eye with a smile at once rueful and comic.
"You got me, I guess, that time," he owned.
""Touche"," Mr. Durgin says. He fences, it seems, and he speaks French.
It was like an animal speaking French; you always expect them to speak English. But I don"t mind your swearing before me; I know that it helps to carry off the electricity." She laughed, and made him laugh with her.
"Is there anything to him?" he growled, when they stopped laughing.
"Yes, a good deal," said Bessie, with an air of thoughtfulness; and then she went on to tell all that Jeff had told her of himself, and she described his aplomb in dealing with the benevolent Bevidge, as she called her, and sketched his character, as it seemed to her. The sketch was full of shrewd guesses, and she made it amusing to her brother, who from the vantage of his own baddishness no doubt judged the original more intelligently.
"Well, you"d better let him alone, after this," he said, at the end.
"Yes," she pensively a.s.sented. "I suppose it"s as if you took to some very common kind of whiskey, isn"t it? I see what you mean. If one must, it ought to be champagne."
She turned upon him a look of that keen but limited knowledge which renders women"s conjectures of evil always so amusing, or so pathetic, to men.
"Better let the champagne alone, too," said her brother, darkly.
"Yes, I know that," she admitted, and she lay back in her chair, looking dreamily into the fire. After a while she asked, abruptly: "Will you give it up if I will?"
"I am afraid I couldn"t."
"You could try."
"Oh, I"m used to that."
"Then it"s a bargain," she said. She jumped from her chair and went over to him, and smoothed his hair over his forehead and kissed the place she had smoothed, though it was unpleasantly damp to her lips. "Poor boy, poor boy! Now, remember! No more jays for me, and no more jags for you.
Goodnight."
Her brother broke into a wild laugh at her slanging, which had such a bizarre effect in relation to her physical delicacy.
x.x.xII.
Jeff did not know whether Miss Bessie Lynde meant to go to Mrs.
Bevidge"s Thursdays or not. He thought she might have been bantering him by what she said, and he decided that he would risk going to the first of them on the chance of meeting her. She was not there, and there was no one there whom he knew. Mrs. Bevidge made no effort to enlarge his acquaintance, and after he had drunk a cup of her tea he went away with rage against society in his heart, which he promised himself to vent at the first chance of refusing its favors. But the chance seemed not to come. The world which had opened its gates to him was fast shut again, and he had to make what he could of renouncing it. He worked pretty hard, and he renewed himself in his fealty to Cynthia, while his mind strayed curiously to that other girl. But he had almost abandoned the hope of meeting her again, when a large party was given on the eve of the Harvard Mid-Year Examinations, which end the younger gayeties of Boston, for a fortnight at least, in January. The party was so large that the invitations overflowed the strict bounds of society at some points. In the case of Jeff Durgin the excess was intentional beyond the vague benevolence which prompted the giver of the party to ask certain other outsiders. She was a lady of a soul several sizes larger than the souls of some other society leaders; she was not afraid to do as she liked; for instance, she had not only met the Vostrands at Westover"s tea, several years before, but she had afterward offered some hospitalities to those ladies which had discharged her whole duty toward them without involving her in any disadvantages. Jeff had been presented to her at Westover"s, but she disliked him so promptly and decidedly that she had left him out of even the things that she asked some other jays to, like lectures and parlor readings for good objects. It was not until one of her daughters met him, first at Willie Morland"s tea and then at Mrs. Bevidge"s meeting, that her social conscience concerned itself with him. At the first her daughter had not spoken to him, as might very well have happened, since Bessie Lynde had kept him away with her nearly all the time; but at the last she had bowed pleasantly to him across the room, and Jeff had responded with a stiff obeisance, whose coldness she felt the more for having been somewhat softened herself in Mrs. Bevidge"s altruistic atmosphere.
"I think he was hurt, mamma," the girl explained to her mother, "that you"ve never had him to anything. I suppose they must feel it."