Behind the straight purple backs and smooth purple legs on the box before them, Madam Weatherstone and Mrs.Weatherstone rolled home silently, a silence of thunderous portent.Another purple person opened the door for them, and when Madam Weatherstone said, "We will have tea on the terrace," it was brought them by a fourth.
"I was astonished at your attitude, Viva," began the old lady, at length."Of course it was Mrs.Dankshire's fault in the first place, but to encourage that,--outrageous person! How could you do it!"Young Mrs.Weatherstone emptied her exquisite cup and set it down.
"A sudden access of courage, I suppose," she said."I was astonished at myself.""I wholly disagree with you!" replied her mother-in-law."Never in my life have I heard such nonsense.Talk like that would be dangerous, if it were not absurd! It would destroy the home! It would strike at the roots of the family."Viva eyed her quietly, trying to bear in mind the weight of a tradition, the habits of a lifetime, the effect of long years of uninterrupted worship of household gods.
"It doesn't seem so to me," she said slowly, "I was much interested and impressed.She is evidently a young woman of knowledge and experience, and put her case well.It has quite waked me up.""It has quite upset you!" was the reply."You'll be ill after this, Iam sure.Hadn't you better go and lie down now? I'll have some dinner sent to you.""Thank you," said Viva, rising and walking to the edge of the broad terrace."You are very kind.No.I do not wish to lie down.Ihaven't felt so thoroughly awake in--" she drew a pink cluster of oleander against her cheek and thought a moment--"in several years."There was a new look about her certainly.
"Nervous excitement," her mother-in-law replied."You're not like yourself at all to-night.You'll certainly be ill to-morrow!"Viva turned at this and again astonished the old lady by serenely kissing her."Not at all!" she said gaily."I'm going to be well to-morrow.You will see!"She went to her room, drew a chair to the wide west window with the far off view and sat herself down to think.Diantha's assured poise, her clear reasoning, her courage, her common sense; and something of tenderness and consecration she discerned also, had touched deep chords in this woman's nature.It was like the sound of far doors opening, windows thrown up, the jingle of bridles and clatter of hoofs, keen bugle notes.A sense of hope, of power, of new enthusiasm, rose in her.
Orchardina Society, eagerly observing "young Mrs.Weatherstone" from her first appearance, had always classified her as "delicate." Beside the firm features and high color of the matron-in-office, this pale quiet slender woman looked like a meek and transient visitor.But her white forehead was broad under its soft-hanging eaves of hair, and her chin, though lacking in prognathous prominence or bull-dog breadth, had a certain depth which gave hope to the physiognomist.
She was strangely roused and stirred by the afternoon's events."I'm like that man in 'Phantastes'," she thought contemptuously, "who stayed so long in that dungeon because it didn't occur to him to open the door!
Why don't I--?" she rose and walked slowly up and down, her hands behind her."I will!" she said at last.
Then she dressed for dinner, revolving in her mind certain suspicions long suppressed, but now flaming out in clear conviction in the light of Diantha's words."Sleeping in, indeed!" she murmured to herself."And nobody doing anything!"She looked herself in the eye in the long mirror.Her gown was an impressive one, her hair coiled high, a gold band ringed it like a crown.A clear red lit her checks.
She rang.Little Ilda, the newest maid, appeared, gazing at her in shy admiration.Mrs.Weatherstone looked at her with new eyes."Have you been here long?" she asked."What is your name?""No, ma'am," said the child--she was scarce more."Only a week and two days.My name is Ilda.""Who engaged you?"
"Mrs.Halsey, ma'am."
"Ah," said Mrs.Weatherstone, musing to herself, "and I engaged Mrs.
Halsey!" "Do you like it here?" she continued kindly.
"Oh yes, ma'am!" said Ilda."That is--" she stopped, blushed, and continued bravely."I like to work for you, ma'am.""Thank you, Ilda.Will you ask Mrs.Halsey to come to me--at once, please."Ilda went, more impressed than ever with the desirability of her new place, and mistress.
As she was about to pass the door of Mr.Matthew Weatherstone, that young gentleman stepped out and intercepted her."Whither away so fast, my dear?" he amiably inquired.
"Please let one pass, sir! I'm on an errand.Please, sir?""You must give me a kiss first!" said he--and since there seemed no escape and she was in haste, she submitted.He took six--and she ran away half crying.
Mrs.Halsey, little accustomed to take orders from her real mistress, and resting comfortably in her room, had half a mind to send an excuse.
"I'm not dressed," she said to the maid.
"Well she is!" replied Ilda, "dressed splendid.She said 'at once, please.'""A pretty time o' day!" said the housekeeper with some asperity, hastily buttoning her gown; and she presently appeared, somewhat heated, before Mrs.Weatherstone.
That lady was sitting, cool and gracious, her long ivory paper-cutter between the pages of a new magazine.
"In how short a time could you pack, Mrs.Halsey?" she inquired.
"Pack, ma'am? I'm not accustomed to doing packing.I'll send one of the maids.Is it your things, ma'am?""No," said Mrs.Weatherstone."It is yours I refer to.I wish you to pack your things and leave the house--in an hour.One of the maids can help you, if necessary.Anything you cannot take can be sent after you.
Here is a check for the following month's wages."Mrs.Halsey was nearly a head taller than her employer, a stout showy woman, handsome enough, red-lipped, and with a moist and crafty eye.
This was so sudden a misadventure that she forgot her usual caution.
