It by no means lessened my pleasure to discern that Hortense must feel herself to be in a predicament;and as I sat writing my answer to the note,which was from Mrs.Weguelin St.Michael and contained an invitation to me for the next afternoon,I thought of those pilots whose dangers have come down to us from distant times through the songs of ancient poets.The narrow and tempestuous channel between Scylla and Charybdis bristled unquestionably with violent problems,but with none,Ishould suppose,that called for a nicer hand upon the wheel,or an eye more alert,than this steering of your little trireme to a successful marriage,between one man who believed himself to be your destined bridegroom and another who expected to be so,meanwhile keeping each in ignorance of how close you were sailing to the other.In Hortense's place I should have wished to hasten the wedding now,have it safely performed this afternoon,say,or to-morrow morning;thus precipitated by some invaluable turn in the health of her poor dear father.But she had worn it out,his health,by playing it for decidedly as much as it could bear;it couldn't be used again without risk;the date must stand fixed;and,uneasy as she might have begun to be about John,Hortense must,with no shortening of the course,get her boat in safe without smashing it against either John or Charley.I wondered a little that she should feel any uncertainty about her affianced lover.She must know how much his word was to him,and she had had his word twice,given her the second time to put his own honor right with her on the score of the phosphates.
But perhaps Hortense's rich experiences of life had taught her that a man's word to a woman should not be subjected to the test of another woman's advent.On the whole,I suppose it was quite natural those flowers should annoy her,and equally natural that Eliza,the minx,should allow them to do so!There's a joy to the marrow in watching your enemy harried and discomfited by his own gratuitous contrivances;you look on serenely at a show which hasn't cost you a groat.However,poor Eliza had not been so serene at the very end,when she stormed out at me.
For this I did not have to forgive her,of course,little as I had merited such treatment.Had she not accepted my flowers?But it was a gratification to reflect that in my sentimental passages with her I had not gone to any great length;nothing,do I ever find,is so irksome as the sense of having unwittingly been in a false position.Was John,on his side,in love with her?Was it possible he would fail in his word?So with these thoughts,while answering and accepting Mrs.Weguelin St.
Michael's invitation to make one of a party of strangers to whom she was going to show another old Kings Port church,"where many of my ancestors lie,"as her note informed me,I added one sentence which had nothing to do with the subject "She is a steel wasp,"I ventured to say.And when on the next afternoon I met the party at the church,I received from the little lady a look of highly spiced comprehension as she gently remarked,"I was glad to get your acceptance."When I went down to the dinner-table,Juno sat in her best clothes,still discussing the Daughters of Dixie.
I can't say that I took much more heed of this at dinner than I had done at tea;but I was interested to hear Juno mention that she,too,intended to call upon Hortense Rieppe.Kings Port,she said,must take a consistent position;and for her part,so far as behavior went,she didn't see much to choose between the couple."As to whether Mr.Mayrant had really concealed the discovery of his fortune,"she continued,"Iasked Miss Josephine--in a perfectly nice way,of course.But old Mr.St.
Michael Beaugarcon,who has always had the estate in charge,did that.It is only a life estate,unless Mr.Mayrant has lawful issue.Well,he will have that now,and all that money will be his to squander."Aunt Carola had written me again this morning,but I had been in no haste to open her letter;my neglect of the Bombos did not weigh too heavily upon me,I fear,but I certainly did put off reading what I expected to be a reprimand.And concerning this I was right;her first words betokened reprimand at once."My dear nephew Augustus,"she began,in her fine,elegant handwriting.That was always her mode of address to me when something was coming,while at other times it would be,less portentously,"My dear Augustus,"or "My dear nephew ";but whenever my name and my relationship to her occurred conjointly,I took the communication away with me to some corner,and opened it in solitude.
It wasn't about the Bombos,though;and for what she took me to task Iwas able to defend myself,I think,quite adequately.She found fault with me for liking the South too much,and this she based upon the enthusiastic accounts of Kings Port and its people that I had written to her;nor had she at all approved of my remarks on the subject of the negro,called forth by Daddy Ben and his grandson Charles Cotesworth.
