He chose to be perverse about her romance. "Well, now, you had better let them alone. Remember Kendricks." He meant one of their young friends whose love-affair they had promoted till his happy marriage left them in lasting doubt of what they had done. "My sympathies are all with the pivotal girl. Hadn"t she as much right to him, for the time being, or for good and all, as Miss Triscoe?"
"That depends upon what you think of Burnamy."
"Well, I don"t like to see a girl have a young man s.n.a.t.c.hed away from her just when she"s made sure of him. How do you suppose she is feeling now?"
"She isn"t feeling at all. She"s letting her revolving light fall upon half a dozen other young men by this time, collectively or consecutively.
All that she wants to make sure of is that they"re young men--or old ones, even."
March laughed, but not altogether at what his wife said. "I"ve been having a little talk with Papa Triscoe, in the smoking-room."
"You smell like it," said his wife, not to seem too eager: "Well?"
"Well, Papa Triscoe seems to be in a pout. He doesn"t think things are going as they should in America. He hasn"t been consulted, or if he has, his opinion hasn"t been acted upon."
"I think he"s horrid," said Mrs. March. "Who are they?"
"I couldn"t make out, and I couldn"t ask. But I"ll tell you what I think."
"What?"
"That there"s no chance for, Burnamy. He"s taking his daughter out to marry her to a crowned head."
XV.
It was this afternoon that the dance took place on the south promenade.
Everybody came and looked, and the circle around the waltzers was three or four deep. Between the surrounding heads and shoulders, the hats of the young ladies wheeling and whirling, and the faces of the men who were wheeling and whirling them, rose and sank with the rhythm of their steps.
The s.p.a.ce allotted to the dancing was walled to seaward with canvas, and was prettily treated with German, and American flags: it was hard to go wrong with flags, Miss Triscoe said, securing herself under Mrs. March"s wing.
Where they stood they could see Burnamy"s face, flashing and flushing in the dance; at the end of the first piece he came to them, and remained talking and laughing till the music began again.
"Don"t you want to try it?" he asked abruptly of Miss Triscoe.
"Isn"t it rather--public?" she asked back.
Mrs. March could feel the hand which the girl had put through her arm thrill with temptation; but Burnamy could not.
"Perhaps it is rather obvious," he said, and he made a long glide over the deck to the feet of the pivotal girl, antic.i.p.ating another young man who was rapidly advancing from the opposite quarter. The next moment her hat and his face showed themselves in the necessary proximity to each other within the circle.
"How well she dances!" said Miss Triscoe.
"Do you think so? She looks as if she had been wound up and set going."
"She"s very graceful," the girl persisted.
The day ended with an entertainment in the saloon for one of the marine charities which address themselves to the hearts and pockets of pa.s.sengers on all steamers. There were recitations in English and German, and songs from several people who had kindly consented, and ever more piano performance. Most of those who took part were of the race gifted in art and finance; its children excelled in the music, and its fathers counted the gate-money during the last half of the programme, with an audible clinking of the silver on the table before them.
Miss Triscoe was with her father, and Mrs. March was herself chaperoned by Mr. Burnamy: her husband had refused to come to the entertainment. She hoped to leave Burnamy and Miss Triscoe together before the evening ended; but Miss Triscoe merely stopped with her father, in quitting the saloon, to laugh at some features of the entertainment, as people who take no part in such things do; Burnamy stood up to exchange some unimpa.s.sioned words with her, and then they said good-night.
The next morning, at five o"clock, the Norumbia came to anchor in the pretty harbor of Plymouth. In the cool early light the town lay distinct along the sh.o.r.e, quaint with its small English houses, and stately with come public edifices of unknown function on the uplands; a country-seat of aristocratic aspect showed itself on one of the heights; on another the tower of a country church peered over the tree-tops; there were lines of fortifications, as peaceful, at their distance, as the stone walls dividing the green fields. The very iron-clads in the harbor close at hand contributed to the amiable gayety of the scene under the pale blue English sky, already broken with clouds from which the flush of the sunrise had not quite faded. The breath of the land came freshly out over the water; one could almost smell the gra.s.s and the leaves. Gulls wheeled and darted over the crisp water; the tones of the English voices on the tender were pleasant to the ear, as it fussed and scuffled to the ship"s side. A few score of the pa.s.sengers left her; with their baggage they formed picturesque groups on the tender"s deck, and they set out for the sh.o.r.e waving their hands and their handkerchiefs to the friends they left cl.u.s.tering along the rail of the Norumbia. Mr. and Mrs. Leffers bade March farewell, in the final fondness inspired by his having coffee with them before they left the ship; they said they hated to leave.
The stop had roused everybody, and the breakfast tables were promptly filled, except such as the pa.s.sengers landing at Plymouth had vacated; these were stripped of their cloths, and the remaining commensals placed at others. The seats of the Lefferses were given to March"s old Ohio friend and his wife. He tried to engage them in the tally which began to be general in the excitement of having touched land; but they shyly held aloof.
Some English newspapers had come aboard from the tug, and there was the usual good-natured adjustment of the American self-satisfaction, among those who had seen them, to the ever-surprising fact that our continent is apparently of no interest to Europe. There were some meagre New York stock-market quotations in the papers; a paragraph in fine print announced the lynching of a negro in Alabama; another recorded a coal-mining strike in Pennsylvania.
"I always have to get used to it over again," said Kenby. "This is the twentieth time I have been across, and I"m just as much astonished as I was the first, to find out that they don"t want to know anything about us here."
"Oh," said March, "curiosity and the weather both come from the west. San Francisco wants to know about Denver, Denver about Chicago, Chicago about New York, and New York about London; but curiosity never travels the other way any more than a hot wave or a cold wave."
"Ah, but London doesn"t care a rap about Vienna," said Kenby.
"Well, some pressures give out before they reach the coast, on our own side. It isn"t an infallible a.n.a.logy."
Triscoe was fiercely chewing a morsel, as if in haste to take part in the discussion. He gulped it, and broke out. "Why should they care about us, anyway?"
March lightly ventured, "Oh, men and brothers, you know."
"That isn"t sufficient ground. The Chinese are men and brothers; so are the South-Americans and Central-Africans, and Hawaiians; but we"re not impatient for the latest news about them. It"s civilization that interests civilization."
"I hope that fact doesn"t leave us out in the cold with the barbarians?"
Burnamy put in, with a smile.
"Do you think we are civilized?" retorted the other.
"We have that superst.i.tion in Chicago," said Burnamy. He added, still smiling, "About the New-Yorkers, I mean."
"You"re more superst.i.tious in Chicago than I supposed. New York is an anarchy, tempered by vigilance committees."
"Oh, I don"t think you can say that," Kenby cheerfully protested, "since the Reformers came in. Look at our streets!"
"Yes, our streets are clean, for the time being, and when we look at them we think we have made a clean sweep in our manners and morals. But how long do you think it will be before Tammany will be in the saddle again?"
"Oh, never in the world!" said the optimistic head of the table.
"I wish I had your faith; or I should if I didn"t feel that it is one of the things that help to establish Tammanys with us. You will see our Tammany in power after the next election." Kenby laughed in a large-hearted incredulity; and his laugh was like fuel to the other"s flame. "New York is politically a mediaeval Italian republic, and it"s morally a frontier mining-town. Socially it"s--" He stopped as if he could not say what.
"I think it"s a place where you have a very nice time, papa," said his daughter, and Burnamy smiled with her; not because he knew anything about it.
Her father went on as if he had not heard her. "It"s as vulgar and crude as money can make it. Nothing counts but money, and as soon as there"s enough, it counts for everything. In less than a year you"ll have Tammany in power; it won"t be more than a year till you"ll have it in society."
"Oh no! Oh no!" came from Kenby. He did not care much for society, but he vaguely respected it as the stronghold of the proprieties and the amenities.
"Isn"t society a good place for Tammany to be in?" asked March in the pause Triscoe let follow upon Kenby"s laugh.
"There"s no reason why it shouldn"t be. Society is as bad as all the rest of it. And what New York is, politically, morally, and socially, the whole country wishes to be and tries to be."
There was that measure of truth in the words which silences; no one could find just the terms of refutation.