"That is the question.... Besides ageing immensely, I"m also getting frightfully modern, you see...."
And pursuing this latter thought a little, she presently replied to him:
"Oh, no--sociology, not politics.... I"ve been thinking for some time of inspecting the Works, to see if it needed repairs. How horrid of you to laugh! Don"t you think a woman should take some interest in how the money is made that she lives on?..."
She said this smiling, in the lightest way imaginable. Small wonder if Hugo didn"t guess that she had thought twenty times in two weeks of actually doing this thing she spoke of. Still less if it never occurred to him that he here confronted again the footprint of the condemned revivalist fellow, lately become his beloved"s sworn friend....
"Have you asked your father that question yet?"
"I thought I"d better get the advice of a prominent lawyer first. Tell me what you think?"
"The point would early arise as to how you would know, on visiting the Works, whether or not it needed repairs. You"ve inspected many factories, of course?"
"That"s true!--I know nothing in the world about it. Of course not!"
She spoke with a sort of eagerness; but went on presently in another tone: "Do you know, I really don"t know anything ...? I"ve never thought of it specially before, but all at once I"m constantly being impressed with my ignorance...."
And Hugo, with all his accomplishment and skill, could not thenceforward bring the conversation back where it belonged. Only the time and the place were his to-night, it seemed....
"I," said the girl, "belong to the useless cla.s.ses. I don"t pay my way.
I"m a social deadbeat. So Mr. Pond told me the other night. You must meet Mr. Pond, Hugo, the Director of the Settlement you gave all that money to last year. He can be as horrid as anybody on earth, but is really nice in a rude interesting way. He"s packed full of quarrelsome ideas. You know, he doesn"t believe in giving money to the poor under any circ.u.mstances. Harmful temporizing, he calls it ..." A rather wide sweep here gave Mr. Pond"s views on poor relief in detail ... "Are you listening, Hugo? This information is being given for your benefit. And oh, he wants me to learn millinery from Mme. Smythe (Jennie T. Smith, _nee_) and help him start a cla.s.s in hat-tr.i.m.m.i.n.g, to train girls for shop a.s.sistants. Or perhaps I"ll learn cooking instead...."
"He seems to have aired his views to you pretty thoroughly," said Canning, dryly.
He rose to go, a little later, rather amused by the skill with which he had been held off. He admired the piquancy of spirit with which she took advantage of the altered positions. For him tameness was the great disillusionizer; his undefined ideal was a woman who must be won anew every day. Still, he had been rubbed a little the wrong way by the new-woman catch-phrases she had picked up somewhere, by the faintly argumentative note in her conversation....
"Plans for to-morrow!... By the way," said Cally, glancing away to conceal a smile as she rose, "how long shall you be in town?"
"Just as long, Miss Heth, as my business here makes necessary."
"What can I say to that?... If I say I hope you won"t be with us long, it sounds quite rude. And if I say I hope it will be very, very long ..."
But he would not follow that lead now. His instinct, her expression warned him; and he was fully resolved that when he spoke again, it would be to land this "wild sweet thing" fluttering safe in his net. However, his laugh was not quite natural.
"I may," said he, "get a telegram calling me off, at almost any minute.
Let every one be kind to the stranger within the gates. May I nominate myself for luncheon?"
He was unanimously elected. This time, at parting, he did not touch his former betrothed"s hand. His bow was accompanied by a slightly ironic smile; it seemed to say: "Since you prefer it this way, my dear ... But really--what"s the use?"
Cally, snapping out the lights, felt vaguely depressed.
Next day, half an hour after luncheon, Hugo said to the greatest admirer he had on earth:
"Where did Carlisle get the notion that she wanted to go in for Settlement work?"
Mrs. Heth"s reply, delivered with a beam, was masterly in its way.
"Why, my dear Hugo! Don"t you know the sorry little makeshifts women go to, waiting for love to come to them?"
Hugo"s comment intimated that he had fancied it was something of the sort. He then went out, to his future mother-in-law"s regret; she often wondered how it was that she and Hugo had so few good talks.
Her two young people, as the good lady loved to call them once more, had separated almost from the table, but soon to re-meet. Carlisle, having spent "the morning" shopping,--that is from twelve o"clock to one-fifteen,--had departed to finish her commissions. Canning had a regretted engagement with Allison Payne, downtown, to advise Mr. Payne touching some of his investments. But he was to pick Carlisle up at Morland"s establishment at four o"clock, with the car he had hired by the week; and the remainder of the afternoon would belong to him alone.
He was to have the evening, too, at the House, following a large dinner-party of the elders arranged by Mrs. Heth before she knew the date of his return. And these two occasions, the lover resolved, should suffice his need....
Cally had her hour in the shops, enjoying herself considerably. Her purchases this afternoon were partly utilitarian, it was true, concerned with Mrs. Heth"s annual box to her poor Thompson kin in Prince William County. But she took more than one little flyer on her own account.
Nothing more had Cally said to her father as to giving him back the fifteen hundred dollars, dividend on her stock. Consequently she bristled with money nowadays, and had been splurging largely on highly desirable little "extras." And mamma, usually quite strict in her accounts, thought of trousseaux, and only smiled at these extravagances.
Cally moved in her destined orbit. From shop to shop, she pleasurably pursued the material. Nevertheless, she cogitated problems as she bought; chiefly with reference to Hugo, and the two or three hours"
_tete-a-tete_ that waited just ahead.... At just what point should the needs of discipline be regarded as satisfied? That was the question, as she had remarked last night.
At Baird & Himmel"s these knotty reflections were interrupted for a s.p.a.ce. In this spreading mart Cally chanced to fall in with an acquaintance.
Baird & Himmel"s was the great popular department store of the town, just now rapidly flowing over its whole block, and building all around the usual drug-store which declined to sell. Here rich and poor rubbed elbows with something like that human equality so lauded by Mr. V.V. and others. And here Cally had pushed her way to Gentlemen"s Furnishings, her purpose being to buy two shirts for James Thompson, Jr., neck size 13, and not to cost over one dollar each, as mamma had duly noted on the memorandum.
It was ten minutes to four o"clock, as a glance at her watch now showed.
Cally swung a little on her circular seat, and encountered the full stare of a girl of the lower orders, seated next her. Her own glance, which had been casual, suddenly became intent: the girl"s face, an unusual one in its way, touched a chord somewhere. In a second Cally remembered the little factory hand who had brought her the note from Dr.
Vivian, that fateful Sunday afternoon in May ...
The little creature bobbed her head at her, with the beginnings of an eager smile, which did not change her wide fixed stare.
"Good evenin", ma"am--Miss Heth."
"Good afternoon ..."
No more talk there had been about the Works at home, other than as to papa"s plan to have Mr. and Mrs. O"Neill to dinner, to talk over matters in a friendly way. But if Cally had desired a sign of how much this subject had been on her mind since her talk with Vivian she could have found it in the mingling sensations that rose in her now. For this little apparition at her elbow--so she had learned incidentally through Hen c.o.o.ney, who knew everything--was the connecting link in the whole argument. Here, on the next seat, sat that "strong necessity" which had impelled Vivian to attack Mr. Heth in the papers.
"I remember you," said Carlisle, slowly. "I understood from Miss c.o.o.ney that you had been very sick. You don"t look sick--especially."
"I been away, ma"am. On a Trip," explained the pale operative with a kind of eagerness. "Dr. Vivian he sent me off to Atlantic City, in New Jersey, and then to a hotel in the Adriondacts. I conv"lessed, ma"am, y"know?"
"I see. Now you are going back to the Works, I suppose?"
It was not a question easy to answer with delicacy, to answer and avoid all risk of hurting a lady"s feelings. How explain that the Works were expressly prohibited by doctor"s orders, though you yourself knew that you ought to go back? How tell of special lessons at a Writing Desk every night, such as prepared people to be Authors, when anybody could see by looking at you that you were only a work-girl, and you yourself felt that it was all wrong someway?...
Kern spoke timidly, though her wide eyes did not falter.
"Well--not just to-reckly, ma"am. The plan was, till I got my strength back, that I might lay off a little and go--go to School."
"I see."
The tone was cool, and the girl added with a little gasp:
"And then go back to bunchin" again,--yes, ma"am. It"s--it"s my trade...."
Many feelings moved in Cally, and it might be that the best of them were not uppermost. Perhaps the glittering material possessed her blood, even more than of habit. Perhaps it was only her instinct warning her to take her stand now with her father, where was safety and her ordered course.
Or at least it was hardly a pure impulse of generosity that made her open the plump little gold bag at her side, and produce a bill with a yellow back.