Coming toward them, black against the snowy road, was a strange silhouette. It approached moderately and without visible means of progression, so the matter seemed from a distance; but as the cutter shortened the distance, the silhouette was revealed to be Mr. Morgan"s horseless carriage, conveying four people atop: Mr. Morgan with George"s mother beside him, and, in the rear seat, Miss f.a.n.n.y Minafer and the Honorable George Amberson. All four seemed to be in the liveliest humour, like high-spirited people upon a new adventure; and Isabel waved her handkerchief dashingly as the cutter flashed by them.
"For the Lord"s sake!" George gasped.
"Your mother"s a dear," said Lucy. "And she does wear the most bewitching things! She looked like a Russian princess, though I doubt if they"re that handsome."
George said nothing; he drove on till they had crossed Amberson Addition and reached the stone pillars at the head of National Avenue. There he turned.
"Let"s go back and take another look at that old sewing-machine," he said. "It certainly is the weirdest, craziest--"
He left the sentence unfinished, and presently they were again in sight of the old sewing-machine. George shouted mockingly.
Alas! three figures stood in the road, and a pair of legs, with the toes turned up, indicated that a fourth figure lay upon its back in the snow, beneath a horseless carriage that had decided to need a horse.
George became vociferous with laughter, and coming up at his trotter"s best gait, snow spraying from runners and every hoof, swerved to the side of the road and shot by, shouting, "Git a hoss! Git a hoss! Git a hoss!"
Three hundred yards away he turned and came back, racing; leaning out as he pa.s.sed, to wave jeeringly at the group about the disabled machine: "Git a hoss! Git a hoss! Git a--"
The trotter had broken into a gallop, and Lucy cried a warning: "Be careful!" she said. "Look where you"re driving! There"s a ditch on that side. Look--"
George turned too late; the cutter"s right runner went into the ditch and snapped off; the little sleigh upset, and, after dragging its occupants some fifteen yards, left them lying together in a bank of snow. Then the vigorous young horse kicked himself free of all annoyances, and disappeared down the road, galloping cheerfully.
Chapter VIII
When George regained some measure of his presence of mind, Miss Lucy Morgan"s cheek, snowy and cold, was pressing his nose slightly to one side; his right arm was firmly about her neck; and a monstrous amount of her fur boa seemed to mingle with an equally unplausible quant.i.ty of snow in his mouth. He was confused, but conscious of no objection to any of these juxtapositions. She was apparently uninjured, for she sat up, hatless, her hair down, and said mildly:
"Good heavens!"
Though her father had been under his machine when they pa.s.sed, he was the first to reach them. He threw himself on his knees beside his daughter, but found her already laughing, and was rea.s.sured. "They"re all right," he called to Isabel, who was running toward them, ahead of her brother and f.a.n.n.y Minafer. "This s...o...b..nk"s a feather bed--nothing the matter with them at all. Don"t look so pale!"
"Georgie!" she gasped. "Georgie!"
Georgie was on his feet, snow all over him.
"Don"t make a fuss, mother! Nothing"s the matter. That darned silly horse--"
Sudden tears stood in Isabel"s eyes. "To see you down underneath--dragging--oh--" Then with shaking hands she began to brush the snow from him.
"Let me alone," he protested. "You"ll ruin your gloves. You"re getting snow all over you, and--"
"No, no!" she cried. "You"ll catch cold; you mustn"t catch cold!" And she continued to brush him.
Amberson had brought Lucy"s hat; Miss f.a.n.n.y acted as lady"s-maid; and both victims of the accident were presently restored to about their usual appearance and condition of apparel. In fact, encouraged by the two older gentlemen, the entire party, with one exception, decided that the episode was after all a merry one, and began to laugh about it. But George was glummer than the December twilight now swiftly closing in.
"That darned horse!" he said.
"I wouldn"t bother about Pendennis, Georgie," said his uncle. "You can send a man out for what"s left of the cutter tomorrow, and Pendennis will gallop straight home to his stable: he"ll be there a long while before we will, because all we"ve got to depend on to get us home is Gene Morgan"s broken-down chafing-dish yonder."
They were approaching the machine as he spoke, and his friend, again underneath it, heard him. He emerged, smiling. "She"ll go," he said.
"What!"
"All aboard!"
He offered his hand to Isabel. She was smiling but still pale, and her eyes, in spite of the smile, kept upon George in a shocked anxiety. Miss f.a.n.n.y had already mounted to the rear seat, and George, after helping Lucy Morgan to climb up beside his aunt, was following. Isabel saw that his shoes were light things of patent leather, and that snow was clinging to them. She made a little rush toward him, and, as one of his feet rested on the iron step of the machine, in mounting, she began to clean the snow from his shoe with her almost aerial lace handkerchief.
"You mustn"t catch cold!" she cried.
"Stop that!" George shouted, and furiously withdrew his foot.
"Then stamp the snow off," she begged. "You mustn"t ride with wet feet."
"They"re not!" George roared, thoroughly outraged. "For heaven"s sake get in! You"re standing in the snow yourself. Get in!"
Isabel consented, turning to Morgan, whose habitual expression of apprehensiveness was somewhat accentuated. He climbed up after her, George Amberson having gone to the other side. "You"re the same Isabel I used to know!" he said in a low voice. "You"re a divinely ridiculous woman."
"Am I, Eugene?" she said, not displeased. ""Divinely" and "ridiculous"
just counterbalance each other, don"t they? Plus one and minus one equal nothing; so you mean I"m nothing in particular?"
"No," he answered, tugging at a lever. "That doesn"t seem to be precisely what I meant. There!" This exclamation referred to the subterranean machinery, for dismaying sounds came from beneath the floor, and the vehicle plunged, then rolled noisily forward.
"Behold!" George Amberson exclaimed. "She does move! It must be another accident."
"Accident?" Morgan shouted over the din. "No! She breathes, she stirs; she seems to feel a thrill of life along her keel!" And he began to sing "The Star Spangled Banner."
Amberson joined him l.u.s.tily, and sang on when Morgan stopped. The twilight sky cleared, discovering a round moon already risen; and the musical congressman hailed this bright presence with the complete text and melody of "The Danube River."
His nephew, behind, was gloomy. He had overheard his mother"s conversation with the inventor: it seemed curious to him that this Morgan, of whom he had never heard until last night, should be using the name "Isabel" so easily; and George felt that it was not just the thing for his mother to call Morgan "Eugene;" the resentment of the previous night came upon George again. Meanwhile, his mother and Morgan continued their talk; but he could no longer hear what they said; the noise of the car and his uncle"s songful mood prevented. He marked how animated Isabel seemed; it was not strange to see his mother so gay, but it was strange that a man not of the family should be the cause of her gaiety.
And George sat frowning.
f.a.n.n.y Minafer had begun to talk to Lucy. "Your father wanted to prove that his horseless carriage would run, even in the snow," she said. "It really does, too."
"Of course!"
"It"s so interesting! He"s been telling us how he"s going to change it.
He says he"s going to have wheels all made of rubber and blown up with air. I don"t understand what he means at all; I should think they"d explode--but Eugene seems to be very confident. He always was confident, though. It seems so like old times to hear him talk!"
She became thoughtful, and Lucy turned to George. "You tried to swing underneath me and break the fall for me when we went over," she said. "I knew you were doing that, and--it was nice of you."
"Wasn"t any fall to speak of," he returned brusquely. "Couldn"t have hurt either of us."
"Still it was friendly of you--and awfully quick, too. I"ll not--I"ll not forget it!"
Her voice had a sound of genuineness, very pleasant; and George began to forget his annoyance with her father. This annoyance of his had not been alleviated by the circ.u.mstance that neither of the seats of the old sewing-machine was designed for three people, but when his neighbour spoke thus gratefully, he no longer minded the crowding--in fact, it pleased him so much that he began to wish the old sewing-machine would go even slower. And she had spoken no word of blame for his letting that darned horse get the cutter into the ditch. George presently addressed her hurriedly, almost tremulously, speaking close to her ear:
"I forgot to tell you something: you"re pretty nice! I thought so the first second I saw you last night. I"ll come for you tonight and take you to the a.s.sembly at the Amberson Hotel. You"re going, aren"t you?"