It seemed terribly intimate. Irene blushed deeply and turned her head away.
But the young man took it all, apparently, as simply as their father.
"What a lovely lookout!" he said. The Back Bay spread its gla.s.sy sheet before them, empty but for a few small boats and a large schooner, with her sails close-furled and dripping like snow from her spars, which a tug was rapidly towing toward Cambridge. The carpentry of that city, embanked and embowered in foliage, shared the picturesqueness of Charlestown in the distance.
"Yes," said Lapham, "I go in for using the best rooms in your house yourself. If people come to stay with you, they can put up with the second best. Though we don"t intend to have any second best. There ain"t going to be an unpleasant room in the whole house, from top to bottom."
"Oh, I wish papa wouldn"t brag so!" breathed Irene to her sister, where they stood, a little apart, looking away together.
The Colonel went on. "No, sir," he swelled out, "I have gone in for making a regular job of it. I"ve got the best architect in Boston, and I"m building a house to suit myself. And if money can do it, guess I"m going to be suited."
"It seems very delightful," said Corey, "and very original."
"Yes, sir. That fellow hadn"t talked five minutes before I saw that he knew what he was about every time."
"I wish mamma would come!" breathed Irene again. "I shall certainly go through the floor if papa says anything more."
"They are making a great many very pretty houses nowadays," said the young man. "It"s very different from the old-fashioned building."
"Well," said the Colonel, with a large toleration of tone and a deep breath that expanded his ample chest, "we spend more on our houses nowadays. I started out to build a forty-thousand-dollar house. Well, sir! that fellow has got me in for more than sixty thousand already, and I doubt if I get out of it much under a hundred. You can"t have a nice house for nothing. It"s just like ordering a picture of a painter. You pay him enough, and he can afford to paint you a first-cla.s.s picture; and if you don"t, he can"t. That"s all there is of it. Why, they tell me that A. T. Stewart gave one of those French fellows sixty thousand dollars for a little seven-by-nine picture the other day. Yes, sir, give an architect money enough, and he"ll give you a nice house every time."
"I"ve heard that they"re sharp at getting money to realise their ideas," a.s.sented the young man, with a laugh.
"Well, I should say so!" exclaimed the Colonel. "They come to you with an improvement that you can"t resist. It has good looks and common-sense and everything in its favour, and it"s like throwing money away to refuse. And they always manage to get you when your wife is around, and then you"re helpless."
The Colonel himself set the example of laughing at this joke, and the young man joined him less obstreperously. The girls turned, and he said, "I don"t think I ever saw this view to better advantage. It"s surprising how well the Memorial Hall and the Cambridge spires work up, over there. And the sunsets must be magnificent."
Lapham did not wait for them to reply.
"Yes, sir, it"s about the sightliest view I know of. I always did like the water side of Beacon. Long before I owned property here, or ever expected to, m"wife and I used to ride down this way, and stop the buggy to get this view over the water. When people talk to me about the Hill, I can understand "em. It"s snug, and it"s old-fashioned, and it"s where they"ve always lived. But when they talk about Commonwealth Avenue, I don"t know what they mean. It don"t hold a candle to the water side of Beacon. You"ve got just as much wind over there, and you"ve got just as much dust, and all the view you"ve got is the view across the street. No, sir! when you come to the Back Bay at all, give me the water side of Beacon."
"Oh, I think you"re quite right," said the young man. "The view here is everything."
Irene looked "I wonder what papa is going to say next!" at her sister, when their mother"s voice was heard overhead, approaching the opening in the floor where the stairs were to be; and she presently appeared, with one substantial foot a long way ahead. She was followed by the carpenter, with his rule sticking out of his overalls pocket, and she was still talking to him about some measurements they had been taking, when they reached the bottom, so that Irene had to say, "Mamma, Mr.
Corey," before Mrs. Lapham was aware of him.
He came forward with as much grace and speed as the uncertain footing would allow, and Mrs. Lapham gave him a stout squeeze of her comfortable hand.
"Why, Mr. Corey! When did you get back?"
"Yesterday. It hardly seems as if I HAD got back. I didn"t expect to find you in a new house."
"Well, you are our first caller. I presume you won"t expect I should make excuses for the state you find it in. Has the Colonel been doing the honours?"
"Oh yes. And I"ve seen more of your house than I ever shall again, I suppose."
"Well, I hope not," said Lapham. "There"ll be several chances to see us in the old one yet, before we leave."
He probably thought this a neat, off-hand way of making the invitation, for he looked at his woman-kind as if he might expect their admiration.
"Oh yes, indeed!" said his wife. "We shall be very glad to see Mr.
Corey, any time."
"Thank you; I shall be glad to come."
He and the Colonel went before, and helped the ladies down the difficult descent. Irene seemed less sure-footed than the others; she clung to the young man"s hand an imperceptible moment longer than need be, or else he detained her. He found opportunity of saying, "It"s so pleasant seeing you again," adding, "all of you."
"Thank you," said the girl. "They must all be glad to have you at home again."
Corey laughed.
"Well, I suppose they would be, if they were at home to have me. But the fact is, there"s n.o.body in the house but my father and myself, and I"m only on my way to Bar Harbour."
"Oh! Are they there?"
"Yes; it seems to be the only place where my mother can get just the combination of sea and mountain air that she wants."
"We go to Nantasket--it"s convenient for papa; and I don"t believe we shall go anywhere else this summer, mamma"s so taken up with building.
We do nothing but talk house; and Pen says we eat and sleep house. She says it would be a sort of relief to go and live in tents for a while."
"She seems to have a good deal of humour," the young man ventured, upon the slender evidence.
The others had gone to the back of the house a moment, to look at some suggested change. Irene and Corey were left standing in the doorway.
A lovely light of happiness played over her face and etherealised its delicious beauty. She had some ado to keep herself from smiling outright, and the effort deepened the dimples in her cheeks; she trembled a little, and the pendants shook in the tips of her pretty ears.
The others came back directly, and they all descended the front steps together. The Colonel was about to renew his invitation, but he caught his wife"s eye, and, without being able to interpret its warning exactly, was able to arrest himself, and went about gathering up the hitching-weight, while the young man handed the ladies into the phaeton. Then he lifted his hat, and the ladies all bowed, and the Laphams drove off, Irene"s blue ribbons fluttering backward from her hat, as if they were her clinging thoughts.
"So that"s young Corey, is it?" said the Colonel, letting the stately stepping, tall coupe horse make his way homeward at will with the beach-wagon. "Well, he ain"t a bad-looking fellow, and he"s got a good, fair and square, honest eye. But I don"t see how a fellow like that, that"s had every advantage in this world, can hang round home and let his father support him. Seems to me, if I had his health and his education, I should want to strike out and do something for myself."
The girls on the back seat had hold of each other"s hands, and they exchanged electrical pressures at the different points their father made.
"I presume," said Mrs. Lapham, "that he was down in Texas looking after something."
"He"s come back without finding it, I guess."
"Well, if his father has the money to support him, and don"t complain of the burden, I don"t see why WE should."
"Oh, I know it"s none of my business, but I don"t like the principle.
I like to see a man ACT like a man. I don"t like to see him taken care of like a young lady. Now, I suppose that fellow belongs to two or three clubs, and hangs around "em all day, lookin" out the window,--I"ve seen "em,--instead of tryin" to hunt up something to do for an honest livin"."
"If I was a young man," Penelope struck in, "I would belong to twenty clubs, if I could find them and I would hang around them all, and look out the window till I dropped."
"Oh, you would, would you?" demanded her father, delighted with her defiance, and twisting his fat head around over his shoulder to look at her. "Well, you wouldn"t do it on my money, if you were a son of MINE, young lady."
"Oh, you wait and see," retorted the girl.
This made them all laugh. But the Colonel recurred seriously to the subject that night, as he was winding up his watch preparatory to putting it under his pillow.
"I could make a man of that fellow, if I had him in the business with me. There"s stuff in him. But I spoke up the way I did because I didn"t choose Irene should think I would stand any kind of a loafer "round--I don"t care who he is, or how well educated or brought up.
And I guess, from the way Pen spoke up, that "Rene saw what I was driving at."