"It"s as respectful as I feel," he responded, lighting a pipe. "You do have a nice gang of them round. There"s Candish, for instance. He looks like an advertis.e.m.e.nt for a misfit tailor, and he"s fairly putrid with philanthropy."
Elsie gave a quick burst of laughter. Then she pretended to frown.
"Chauncy," she said, "you have the most abominable way of putting things that I ever heard. What would you say to the youngsters from the Clergy House that I have in train? They"re perfect lambs, and they love each other like twins. Have you seen them?"
"Oh, yes; I"ve seen them. They seem to have been brought up on sterilized milk of the gospel, and to have Jordan water for blood."
"Oh, don"t be too sure. You can"t tell from a man"s looks how red his blood is, especially if he"s a priest. I suppose it"s the men that have to hold themselves in hardest that make the best ministers."
"I dare say," he answered indifferently. "Priest-craft has always been clever enough to see that unless the things it called sins were natural and inevitable its occupation would be gone. However, as long as folks will follow after them they"d be foolish to give up their trade."
"Of course," his wife a.s.sented laughingly. "You won"t get a rise out of me, my dear boy."
Dr. Wilson chuckled.
"You"re a devilish humbug," he remarked admiringly; "but you do manage to get a lot of fun out of it."
She smoothed her gown a moment, half smiling and half grave.
"Of course it"s of no use to tell you that in spite of all my fun I"m serious at bottom," she said slowly; "but it"s a fact all the same. I don"t take things with doleful solemnity like the old tabbies; but that"s no sign that I"m not just as sincere. It"s no matter, though; you won"t believe it. What did you want to see me about?"
"Oh, it was about those mortgages. I saw Lincoln this morning, and he has heard from Mrs. Frostwinch. She insists upon paying them off."
"Then there isn"t any truth in the story that that Sampson woman is circulating that Anna is going to build a spiritual temple or something. I never believed that Anna could be such an idiot as to give her money for anything so vulgar."
"The whole thing is nonsensical on the face of it," was his response.
"Mrs. Frostwinch can"t build churches, let alone temples, if there"s any difference."
"Oh, in these days," Elsie interpolated, "a temple is only a church _decla.s.se_."
"She has only a life interest in the property," Wilson went on.
"Berenice Morison is residuary legatee of almost everything, unless Mrs. Frostwinch has saved up her income."
The talk ran on business for a few moments, Wilson advising with shrewdness, and practically deciding the matter for his wife.
"I suppose," he said, when this was disposed of, "that Mrs. Frostwinch is too much wrapped up in faith-cure nonsense to take much interest in your holy war against Strathmore."
"She isn"t so much wrapped up in that stuff as you think. Dear Anna hasn"t any sense of humor, but she"s a model of propriety, and she"s constantly shocked at herself for being alive by a treatment so irregular. She was mortified beyond words when that c.r.a.pps woman gave a treatment to Mrs. Bodewin Ranger"s dog."
"That snarling little black devil that"s always under foot at the Rangers"? Gad! I"d like to give it a treatment!"
"It got its ear hurt somehow, and Mrs. c.r.a.pps pretended to cure it.
Mrs. Ranger was all but in tears over it, she was so grateful. Anna was entirely disgusted. She told Mrs. c.r.a.pps that she hadn"t known before that she was in the hands of a veterinary."
Dr. Wilson smoked in silence for a moment. The fire of soft coal purred in the grate, the smoke from his pipe ascended in the warm air. The thin sunshine of the winter afternoon filtered in through the windows, and made bright patches on the rugs.
"By the way," Wilson asked lazily, "how is the campaign going? I haven"t heard anything interesting about it for some time."
"Oh, things are moving on. The man I sent up to canva.s.s the western part of the state--one of your sterilized milk-of-the-word babies, you know,--got smashed up in the accident; but he"ll be back in a few days.
Cousin Anna has brought her pensioners into line beautifully. There"s no doubt that we"ll carry the convention."
"What happens after that?"
"The election has to be ratified by a majority of bishops; but of course they"ll hardly dare to go against the convention, even if they want to."
"It would make things much more interesting if they"d do it, and get up a scandal," commented the doctor. "You"ll get bored to death with the whole thing if something exciting doesn"t turn up."
"I had half a mind to get up a scandal myself with Mr. Strathmore,"
Elsie said with a laugh; "but I confess I should be afraid of that she-dragon of a wife of his."
"It"s devilish interesting to know that you are afraid of anybody."
"At least," she went on, "I could go to New York and see Bishop Candace. I can wind him round my finger. I"d tell him what Mrs.
Strathmore said about his Easter sermon last year. With a little judicious comment that would do a good deal. I never yet saw a man that couldn"t be managed through his vanity."
"I suppose that explains why I"m as clay in your hands."
"Oh, you"re not a man; you"re a monster," she retorted, rising. "Well, I must go and prepare for my comedy."
He regarded her with a look of evident admiration; a look not without a savor of the sense of ownership, and, too, not entirely devoid of good-natured insolence.
"You are devilishly well dressed for it," he observed.
"Thank you," returned Elsie, sweeping him a courtesy again. "The wife that can win compliments from her own husband has indeed scored a triumph."
Dr. Wilson puffed out a cloud of smoke with a characteristic chuckle.
"I have to admire you to justify my own taste. But you haven"t told me about the comedy."
She thrust forward one of her pretty slippers.
"Do you see that?" she demanded.
"I suppose you expect me to say that I see the prettiest foot in Boston."
"Thank you again, but I"m not yet reduced to trying to drag compliments out of you, Chauncy. I sha"n"t do that till the other men fail me. It"s the slipper I wanted you to notice, and these ravishing stockings."
"If the comedy has stockings in it," he began; but she stopped him.
"There, no impudence," she said. "Did you ever see anything so entirely heavenly as those stockings and slippers? I declare I"ve wanted ever since I put them on to keep my feet on the table to look at."
"You might do worse."
"Oh, I"m going to."
"Indeed! It"s apparently getting time for me to interfere. What"s your game?"
"I"m going to squelch that detestable Fred Rangely."