Persis cast her eyes up in despair and hastened to pay her devoirs to her mother-in-law. The elder Mrs. Enslee was looking radiantly beautiful in her white hair and her black eyes and the a.s.sisted red of her Spanish lips, with her cascade of furs falling about her.
She smiled at Persis sadly. Her daughter-in-law was beautiful undeniably. What a pity that she was not also good! But she kept back her reproaches, and said in the most delicate of accents, with her tendency to an exquisite lisp:
"Don"t worry, my dear. It"s only a duty call."
"Won"t you stop to dinner?" Persis urged. "We"re only going to have a bite. We"re dining early and hurrying away to the opera. Willie is determined to hear the overture and the first act. I dote on "Carmen,"
but I"ve never been in time for the first of it."
""Carmen!"" Mrs. Enslee sniffed. "That old slander on my race--as if Spanish women were all faithless!"
"But if it"s Carmen for Spain," Persis said, "it"s Camille for France, and Becky Sharp for England, and--who for America?"
"Hester Prynne, perhaps."
"Oh yes," laughed Persis. "Even the Puritans had their scandals; but she was a gra.s.s-widow, and the town was so dull, and the preacher so handsome. Can you blame her?"
"Cynical Persis!" Mrs. Enslee sighed. "Well, I shall be late."
"I wish you"d stay," Persis lied, graciously. "You"re a picture. And everybody says you are flirting dreadfully with old General Brans...o...b.."
"I hope you don"t believe all you hear."
"Only the worst."
"Then you"re on the safe side. But remember, my dear, other people can apply the same rule. I"m not the only one who has been suspected of flirting with an army officer." The doorbell had punctuated their chatter several times. It rang again. "Now, who"s that? Expecting anybody?"
"No, and I"ve got to fling into my opera-gown."
"What are you wearing to-night?"
The rhapsody of description was interrupted by the incursion of Willie.
He wore his overcoat and top hat into the room, and his key-chain dangled. He was in one of his most fretful moods. He vouchsafed his mother a casual "Oh, h.e.l.lo, _madre mia_," then turned to Persis.
"What the devil has happened to the servants? n.o.body to answer the bell.
Had to let myself in. Deuced nuisance unb.u.t.toning coat, getting keys out, finding right one. What are we coming to? I"ll fire that Dobbs."
"You forget, dear, he is getting married this afternoon."
"We all ought to have gone," said Mrs. Enslee; but Willie has no sense of obligation to his employees.
He ignored the suggestion and raged on, "Well, Dobbs isn"t our only servant, is he?"
"No," Persis explained; "but, you see, he"s marrying the housekeeper"s daughter, and the butler is best man, and the maids are bridesmaids--"
"Romance everywhere," Willie sneered, as he laid off his things and threw them on a chair, "except up-stairs. I suppose that"s why my man was so surly when I told him he"d have to stay and dress me. He"ll probably cut my throat while he shaves me. I wish he would."
"That"s cheerful!" said Persis. "What brings you home from the club so early? It"s such an unusual honor."
"I heard something I didn"t like--gossip."
"Tell us what you heard," Mrs. Enslee asked, hungrily.
"I prefer not to retail club gossip in my home," said Willie.
"Oh, aren"t we punctilious?" Persis railed; and Willie answered, curtly:
"One of us ought to be."
Persis was jarred a trifle, but her only comment was: "Why is it that when men are feeling ugly they always come home early?"
Willie threw her a look of wrath and turned to his distressed mother.
"Won"t you stop to dinner?"
"Not when there"s so much war-paint visible, thanks!"
"But hang it all--" Willie began, and checked himself, for Crofts shuffled through the room. Willie rounded on him. "Oh, somebody at last, eh? Why the deuce was no one at the door? I had to let myself in."
Crofts cupped his hand behind his ear, and crackled, "Beg pardon, sir?"
"I had to let myself in, I say."
"Very sorry, sir, but owing to Dobbs" wedding and your early dinner, sir, the servants have a great deal to do."
"But I rang and rang!" Willie stormed, and repeated, wrathfully, "I rang and rang!"
"Very sorry, indeed, sir," Crofts pleaded. "My hearing isn"t as good as it was when I entered your father"s service."
"Well, I won"t have my house turned into a--an infirmary."
Crofts heard that and withered. "Your father never complained of me, sir."
"You heard better then and jumped quicker," Willie shouted.
The old man, at bay, answered with unintended irony: "I meant no offense, sir, by growing old."
"Oh, get out!" Willie snapped.
Crofts bowed and turned on Persis a pitiful look. She gave him a glance of sympathy, then pointed to Enslee"s coat and hat. Crofts took them, and, touching the back of his hand to his eyes and swallowing hard, shuffled away.
Willie"s mother rebuked him. "You"ve broken his poor old heart."
And Persis was more severe. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
Willie retorted, more sharply: "Oh, we all ought to be ashamed of ourselves--for something or other. Crofts isn"t the only man on earth with a broken heart."
As Persis stared in wonderment at his unusual mood Crofts came back.
"You are wanted on the telephone, ma"am. The gentleman wouldn"t give his name."
Persis flinched at this, and stammered, "You"ll excuse me?"