"I should say! And O"Neill"s wife manages him?"
"Don"t they always?" said he, pinching her little pink ear. And thereupon he bethought himself of a thoroughly characteristic quotation, which he rendered right jovially:
""Pins and needles, pins and needles, When a man marries, his trouble begins,"
"As the fellow says," concluded Mr. Heth; and so departed for The Fourth National Bank. Mrs. Heth, reminding her daughter about being fresh for the afternoon, glided to her writing-desk in the library.
Carlisle confronted three hours of leisure before the prospective Great Remeeting. She went to the telephone, and called up her second-best girl-friend, Evelyn McVey. It developed that she had nothing special to say to Evey, or Evey to her. However, they talked vivaciously for twenty minutes, while operators reported both lines "busy" and distant people were annoyed and skeptical.
That done, Carlisle went to the upstairs sitting-room, and sat by the fire reading a Christmas magazine, which had come out on Guy Fawkes day, the 5th of November. Presently she slipped off her pumps the better to enjoy the heat: and a.s.suredly there is nothing surprising in that. It is moral certainty that Queens and Empresses (if we knew all) dearly love to sit in their stocking-feet at times, and frequently do so when certain that the princesses-in-waiting and lady companions of the bath are not looking. The telephone interrupted Carlisle twice, but she toasted her arched and silken little insteps well, read three stories, and thought that one of them was quite sweet. Where she got her hands and feet she often wondered. They were so clearly neither Heth nor Thompson. By this time her unwearied mother had gone out to "get in"
three or four calls; also an important Charities engagement at Mrs.
Byrd"s, where Carlisle was to call for her in the car at five o"clock _sharp_, for their visit to the Bellingham. Carlisle now became conscious of a void, and ate five chocolates from a large adjacent box of them, the gift of J. Forsythe Avery. Then she yawned delicately, and picked up "Sonnets from the Portuguese" (by Mrs. Browning); for she, it must be remembered, had a well-rounded ideal, and believed that it was your duty to cultivate your mind. Life isn"t all parties and beaux, as she sometimes remarked to Mattie Allen....
There came a knock upon the door, breaking the thread of culture. The seneschal Moses entered, announcing callers, ladies, in the drawing-room. Carlisle sighed; recalled herself to actuality. After glancing at the cards, she conceded the injudiciousness of saying that she was out, and told Moses to announce that she would be down in a moment. She kept the callers waiting twenty moments, however, while, in her own room, she made ready for the street. She was donning a hat which in shape and size was not unlike a man"s derby; it was of black velvet, lined under the brim with old-blue, and edged with a piping of dark-brown fur. At a certain point in or on it, there stuck up two stiff straight blue plumes. The hat was simply absurd, wildly laughable and ridiculous, up to the moment when she got it on; then it was seen that it had a certain merit after all. It was a calling-costume (as one believes) that Carlisle a.s.sumed for the Bellingham; a blue costume, of a soft material which had been invented only about a month before, and which was silk or satin, according as you looked at it, but certainly did not shine much. The coat, or jacket or wrap, which completed the suit was arresting in design, to say no more of it. Less original were the m.u.f.f and stole of darkest sable; but they were beautiful.
Carlisle, it need hardly be said, went downstairs in her hat. "Oh," the visiting ladies would say, "but you are going out." "Oh, not for half an hour yet," she would protest. "I"m _so_ glad you came."
About 4.30, J. Forsythe Avery, who had no office hours, was ushered into the stately Heth drawing-room. The lady callers withdrew promptly, but not so promptly as to make it too pointed. It was generally believed at this time that Miss Heth "had an understanding" with Mr. Avery, though it was quite well known that she, personally, much preferred young Robert Tellford. The figure, however, at which a famous life insurance company commanded Robert"s undivided services made him a purely academic interest. With J. Forsythe the case was totally different: from the environs of his native Mauch Chunk the Avery forbears had dug princ.i.p.al and interest in enormous quant.i.ties.
J. Forsythe remained for twenty minutes, the period named when he had telephoned. Having failed to secure any extension of time, he went away, and Carlisle skipped upstairs to look in the mirror, and put on the concluding touches indicated above. Descending and emerging into the winter sunset, she sent the waiting car on ahead to the Byrds", and set out to do the five blocks afoot. Exercise makes pink cheeks.
It was a splendid afternoon, sharp and clear as a silver bell. Carlisle walked well, especially when one considers the sort of shoes she wore: she had the good free stride of one who walks for the joy of it and not because that is the only conceivable way to get somewhere. Nevertheless, just as she reached the Byrd doorstep, she was overhauled by the c.o.o.neys, her poor but long-stepping relatives. There were only two of them this time, Henrietta and Charles, better known, from one end of the town to the other, as Hen and Chas.
The c.o.o.neys, who were young people of about her own age, greeted Carlisle with their customary simple gaiety. Both exclaimed over her striking attire, Charles adding to his sister:
"Let Uncle Dudley stand next to Cally there, Hen--I"m better-looking than you, anyway."
"I"d like to see a vote on that first. Recognize _mine_, Cally?" cried Hen--"the brown you gave me last fall? First appearance since I steamed and turned it. It"ll stand a dye next year, too. But we haven"t seen you for a long time, my dear. Did you know Aunt Rose Hopwood"s staying with us now?"
"Oh, is she? I hadn"t heard, Hen. How is she?"
"She"s bad off," said Chas, cheerfully. "Deaf, lame, and cruel poverty"s. .h.i.t her right at her old home address. I guess she"ll come live with us later on. Come walk out to King"s Bridge for an appet.i.te."
Carlisle, with an impatient foot on the Byrds" bottom step, glanced from Chas to Hen, smiling a little. Her cousins were well-meaning young people, and she liked them in a way, but she often found their breezy a.s.surance somewhat amusing.
"Thank you, Chas," said she, "but I"ve an engagement with mamma. I"m to pick her up here now. I hope Aunt Molly"s well?"
"Fine," said Hen. "Come and see us, Cally. Why don"t you come to supper to-morrow night?"
The lovely cousin obviously hesitated.
"Aw, Cally doesn"t want to come yell in Aunt Rose Hopwood"s trumpet, Hen--"
"Aunt Rose Hopwood"s going home to-morrow."
"First I"ve heard of it. Frankly I doubt your word."
For that Hen idly smote Chas"s shins with her silver-handled umbrella (Carlisle"s gift three Christmases before), at which Chas cried _ouch_ in such a manner as to attract the attention of bystanders. Henrietta liked this umbrella very much and commonly carried it, like a cane, through all droughts.
"But," said she, reconsidering, "I think Hortense"ll be off to-morrow, that"s so. Well, come the first soon night you feel like it--"
Carlisle had been doing some considering also, her conscience p.r.i.c.king her on account of the cousinly duty, long overdue.
"I"ve an engagement to-morrow--so sorry," she said, rather hastily. "But how about one night early next week, say--Thursday, if that would suit--?"
Chas and Hen agreed that it would do perfectly. Pot-luck at seven. Sorry she wouldn"t walk on with them. Bully day for Shanks"s mares. And so forth....
Carlisle, an eye-catching figure in her calling costume (a.s.suming that this is what it was) glanced after her poor relations from the Byrds"
vestibule, and was amused by her thought. How exactly like the c.o.o.neys"
lively cheek (and n.o.body else"s) to propose a country walk with them as a perfectly satisfactory subst.i.tute for an hour"s _tete-a-tete_ with Hugo Canning!
VII
How the Great Parti, pursued or pursuing to Cousin Willie Kerr"s apartment, begins thundering again.
Bellingham Court was the very newest of those metropolitan-looking apartment hotels which the rapid growth and complicating "standards" of the city was then calling into being. It was on the most fashionable street, Washington, in one of the most fashionable parts of it. And it had bell-boys, onyxine vestibules, and hot and cold water in nearly every room.
It also had a fat black hall-porter in a conductor"s uniform, and this functionary informed Mrs. Heth that Mr. Kerr was momentarily detained at the bank, but had telephoned orders that any callers he might have were to be shown right up. The Heth ladies were shown right up.
Willie"s new apartment consisted of a sitting-room, a fair-sized bedroom, and a very small bath. About the sitting-room the ladies wandered, glancing disinterestedly at the Kerr Penates. Presently Mrs.
Heth opened doors and peeped into what lay beyond.
"It"s a good thing he"s small," said she. "H"m, that thing looks like a foot-tub."
Carlisle, looking over her mother"s shoulder, laughed. "You couldn"t splash about much.... You shave at that, I suppose."
"I don"t. One shaves. There"s a better apartment he could have got for the same price, but manlike he didn"t find it out till too late. What"s this--bedroom?... Yes, there"s the bed."
They stepped back into the sitting-room, and Carlisle, strolling aimlessly about, became a little silent and distrait.
It is possibly true, as crusty single-men affirm, that a certain solacing faculty inheres in beautiful ladies: the faculty, namely, of explaining all apparently unwelcome situations upon theories quite flattering to themselves. But Carlisle surely needed no such make-believe in this moment of rather excited expectancy.
Of course she knew well enough what inferences Evey and Mattie, for instance (in both of whom there was a certain amount of the cat), would have drawn from the fact that Mr. Canning, last month, had not seemed to follow up in anyway their very interesting meeting at the Beach. She alone knew the real circ.u.mstances, however, and it had become quite clear to her that Mr. Canning"s demeanor was only what was to be expected. He was the proudest of men, and (that awful night at the Beach) she had expelled him from her presence like a schoolboy.
Naturally he had been annoyed and offended--stung even into the rudeness of abandoning her in a summer-house to an entire stranger. How could you possibly wonder (unless feline) that he, great unsocial at best, had thereafter remained silent inside his fort?...
"How like a man," breathed Mrs. Heth, glancing at her watch, "to pick out this day of all others to be detained at a bank."
She had sat down in one of the bachelor chairs, to take her weight from her feet, which hurt her by reason of new shoes half a size too small.
The sitting-room was pleasant enough in a strictly orthodox fashion, and was illuminated by an electric-lamp on the black centre-table. Mrs.
Heth, who had helped Willie with his furnishings, had considered it the prettiest electrolier that fourteen dollars would buy in the town during the week before last. Carlisle had come to a halt before the bookcase.
It was a mission-oak case, with leaded gla.s.s doors. For the moment it might be said to represent rather the aspirations of a bibliophile than their fulfilment, since it contained but seven books, huddled together on the next-to-the-top shelf. Carlisle swung open the door, and examined the Kerr library t.i.tle by t.i.tle: "Ben Hur," "The Little Minister,"
"Law"s Serious Call to a Devout and Holy Life" (from his loving Grandma--Xmas 1904), "Droll Tales," "Religio Medici" (Grandma again--Xmas 1907), "The Cynic"s Book of Girls"--
Carlisle laughed merrily. "Willie has two copies of "The Cynic"s Book of Girls."... I"d never thought of him as a divil with the women somehow."