"Yes; and I"ll go with you as soon as I"ve seen the youngest Miller girl." They had reached the helps" house now, and Cynthia said: "You wait outside here, and I"ll go right back with you. Oh, I hope it isn"t doing wrong to put it off till I"ve seen that girl!" She disappeared through the door, and Jeff waited by the steps outside, plucking up one long gra.s.s stem after another and biting it in two. When Cynthia came out she said: "I guess she"ll be all right. Now come, and don"t-lose another second."
"You"re afraid I sha"n"t do it if I wait any longer!"
"I"m afraid I sha"n"t." There was a silence after this.
"Do you know what I think of you, Cynthy?" asked Jeff, hurrying to keep up with her quick steps. "You"ve got more courage--"
"Oh, don"t praise me, or I shall break down!"
"I"ll see that you don"t break down," said Jeff, tenderly. "It"s the greatest thing to have you go with me!"
"Why, don"t you SEE?" she lamented. "If you went alone, and told your mother that I approved of it, you would look as if you were afraid, and wanted to get behind me; and I"m not going to have that."
They found. Mrs. Durgin in the dark entry of the old farmhouse, and Cynthia said, with involuntary imperiousness: "Come in here, Mrs.
Durgin; I want to tell you something."
She led the way to the old parlor, and she checked Mrs. Durgin"s question, "Has that Miller girl--"
"It isn"t about her," said Cynthy, pushing the door to. "It"s about me and Jeff."
Mrs. Durgin became aware of Jeff"s presence with an effect of surprise.
"There a"n"t anything more, is there?"
"Yes, there is!" Cynthia shrilled. "Now, Jeff!"
"It"s just this, mother: Cynthy thinks I ought to tell you--and she thinks I ought to have told you last night--she expected me to--that I"m not going to study law."
"And I approve of his not doing it," Cynthia promptly followed, and she put herself beside Jeff where he stood in front of his mother"s rocking-chair.
She looked from one to the other of the faces before her. "I"m sorry a son of mine," she said, with dignity, "had to be told how to act with his mother. But, if he had, I don"t know as anybody had a better right to do it than the girl that"s going to marry him. And I"ll say this, Cynthia Whitwell, before I say anything else: you"ve begun right. I wish I could say Jeff had."
There was an uncomfortable moment before Cynthia said: "He expected to tell you."
"Oh Yes! I know," said his mother, sadly. She added, sharply: "And did he expect to tell me what he intended to do for a livin"?"
Jeff took the word. "Yes, I did. I intend to keep a hotel."
"What hotel?" asked Mrs. Durgin, with a touch of taunting in her tone.
"This one."
The mother of the bold, rebellious boy that Jeff had been stirred in Mrs. Durgin"s heart, and she looked at him with the eyes, that used to condone his mischief. But she said: "I guess you"ll find out that there"s more than one has to agree to that."
"Yes, there are two: you and Jackson; and I don"t know but what three, if you count Cynthy, here."
His mother turned to the girl. "You think this fellow"s got sense enough to keep a hotel?"
"Yes, Mrs. Durgin, I do. I think he"s got good ideas about a hotel."
"And what"s he goin" to do with his college education?"
Jeff interposed. "You think that all the college graduates turn out lawyers and doctors and professors? Some of "em are mighty glad to sweep out banks in hopes of a clerkship; and some take any sort of a place in a mill or a business house, to work up; and some b.u.m round out West "on cattle ranches; and some, if they"re lucky, get newspaper reporters"
places at ten dollars a week."
Cynthia followed with the generalization: "I don"t believe anybody can know too much to keep a hotel. It won"t hurt Jeff if he"s been to Harvard, or to Europe, either."
"I guess there"s a pair of you," said Mrs. Durgin, with superficial contempt. She was silent for a time, and they waited. "Well, there!" she broke out again. "I"ve got something to chew upon for a spell, I guess.
Go along, now, both of you! And the next time you"ve got to face your mother, Jeff, don"t you come in lookin" round anybody"s petticoats! I"ll see you later about all this."
They went away with the joyful shame of children who have escaped punishment.
"That"s the last of it, Cynthy," said Jeff.
"I guess so," the girl a.s.sented, with a certain grief in her voice. "I wish you had told her first!"
"Oh, never mind that now!" cried Jeff, and in the dim pa.s.sageway he took her in his arms and kissed her.
He would have released her, but she lingered in his embrace. "Will you promise that if there"s ever anything like it again, you won"t wait for me to make you?"
"I like your having made me, but I promise," he said.
Then she tightened her arms round his neck and kissed him.
XXV.
The will of Jeff"s mother relaxed its grip upon the purpose so long held, as if the mere strain of the tenacity had wearied and weakened it. When it finally appeared that her ambition for her son was not his ambition for himself and would never be, she abandoned it. Perhaps it was the easier for her to forego her hopes of his distinction in the world, because she had learned before that she must forego her hopes of him in other ways. She had vaguely fancied that with the acquaintance his career at Harvard would open to him Jeff would make a splendid marriage. She had followed darkling and stumbling his course in society as far as he would report it to her, and when he would not suffer her to glory in it, she believed that he was forbidding her from a pride that would not recognize anything out of the common in it. She exulted in his pride, and she took all his snubbing reserves tenderly, as so many proofs of his success.
At the bottom of her heart she had both fear and contempt of all towns-people, whom she generalized from her experience of them as summer folks of a greater or lesser silliness. She often found herself unable to cope with them, even when she felt that she had twice their sense; she perceived that they had something from their training that with all her undisciplined force she could never hope to win from her own environment. But she believed that her son would have the advantages which baffled her in them, for he would have their environment; and she had wished him to rivet his hold upon those advantages by taking a wife from among them, and by living the life of their world. Her wishes, of course, had no such distinct formulation, and the feeling she had toward Cynthia as a possible barrier to her ambition had no more definition.
There had been times when the fitness of her marriage with Jeff had moved the mother"s heart to a jealousy that she always kept silent, while she hoped for the accident or the providence which should annul the danger. But Genevieve Vostrand had not been the kind of accident or the providence that she would have invoked, and when she saw Jeff"s fancy turning toward her, Mrs. Durgin had veered round to Cynthia. All the same she kept a keen eye upon the young ladies among the summer folks who came to Lion"s Head, and tacitly canva.s.sed their merits and inclinations with respect to Jeff in the often-imagined event of his caring for any one of them. She found that her artfully casual references to her son"s being in Harvard scarcely affected their mothers in the right way. The fact made them think of the head waiters whom they had met at other hotels, and who were working their way through Dartmouth or Williams or Yale, and it required all the force of Jeff"s robust personality to dissipate their erroneous impressions of him. He took their daughters out of their arms and from under their noses on long drives upon his buckboard, and it became a convention with them to treat his attentions somewhat like those of a powerful but faithful va.s.sal.
Whether he was indifferent, or whether the young ladies were coy, none of these official flirtations came to anything. He seemed not to care for one more than another; he laughed and joked with them all, and had an official manner with each which served somewhat like a disparity of years in putting them at their ease with him. They agreed that he was very handsome, and some thought him very talented; but they questioned whether he was quite what you would call a gentleman. It is true that this misgiving attacked them mostly in the ma.s.s; singly, they were little or not at all troubled by it, and they severally behaved in an unprincipled indifference to it.
Mrs. Durgin had the courage of her own purposes, but she had the fear of Jeff"s. After the first pang of the disappointment which took final shape from his declaration that he was going to marry Cynthia, she did not really care much. She had the habit of the girl; she respected her, she even loved her. The children, as she thought of them, had known each other from their earliest days; Jeff had persecuted Cynthia throughout his graceless boyhood, but he had never intimidated her; and his mother, with all her weakness for him, felt that it was well for him that his wife should be brave enough to stand up against him.
She formulated this feeling no more than the others, but she said to Westover, whom Jeff bade her tell of the engagement: "It a"n"t exactly as I could "a" wished it to be. But I don"t know as mothers are ever quite suited with their children"s marriages. I presume it"s from always kind of havin" had her round under my feet ever since she was born, as you may say, and seein" her family always so shiftless. Well, I can"t say that of Frank, either. He"s turned out a fine boy; but the father!
Cynthy is one of the most capable girls, smart as a trap, and bright as a biscuit. She"s masterful, too! she NEED to have a will of her own with Jeff."
Something of the insensate pride that mothers have in their children"s faults, as their quick tempers, or their wastefulness, or their revengefulness, expressed itself in her tone; and it was perhaps this that irritated Westover.
"I hope he"ll never let her know it. I don"t think a strong will is a thing to be prized, and I shouldn"t consider it one of Cynthia"s good points. The happiest life for her would be one that never forced her to use it."
"I don"t know as I understand you exactly," said Mrs. Durgin, with some dryness. "I know Jeff"s got rather of a domineering disposition, but I don"t believe but she can manage him without meetin" him on his own ground, as you may say."
"She"s a girl in a thousand," Westover returned, evasively.
"Then you think he"s shown sense in choosin" of her?" pursued Jeff"s mother, resolute to find some praise of him in Westover"s words.