She remained away some time and I talked with her son, who was sociable but desultory and kept moving over the place, always with his fan, as if he were properly impatient. Sometimes he seated himself an instant on the window-sill, and then I made him out in fact thoroughly good-lookinga fine brown clean young athlete. He failed to tell me on what special contingency his decision depended; he only alluded familiarly to an expected telegram, and I saw he was probably fond at no time of the trouble of explanations. His mothers absence was a sign that when it might be a question of gratifying him she had grown used to spare no pains, and I fancied her rummaging in some close storeroom, among old preserve-pots, while the dull maid-servant held the candle awry. I dont know whether this same vision was in his own eyes; at all events it didnt prevent his saying suddenly, as he looked at his watch, that I must excuse himhe should have to go back to the club. He would return in half an houror in less. He walked away and I sat there alone, conscious, on the dark dismantled simplified scene, in the deep silence that rests on American towns during the hot seasonthere was now and then a far cry or a plash in the water, and at intervals the tinkle of the bells of the horse-cars on the long bridge, slow in the suffocating nightof the strange influence, half-sweet, half-sad, that abides in houses uninhabited or about to become so, in places muffled and bereaved, where the unheeded sofas and patient belittered tables seem (like the disconcerted dogs, to whom everything is alike sinister) to recognise the eve of a journey.
After a while I heard the sound of voices, of steps, the rustle of dresses, and I looked round, supposing these things to denote the return of Mrs. Nettlepoint and her handmaiden with the refection prepared for her son. What I saw however was two other female forms, visitors apparently just admitted, and now ushered into the room. They were not announcedthe servant turned her back on them and rambled off to our hostess. They advanced in a wavering tentative unintroduced waypartly, I could see, because the place was dark and partly because their visit was in its nature experimental, a flight of imagination or a stretch of confidence. One of the ladies was stout and the other slim, and I made sure in a moment that one was talkative and the other reserved. It was further to be discerned that one was elderly and the other young, as well as that the fact of their unlikeness didnt prevent their being mother and daughter. Mrs. Nettlepoint reappeared in a very few minutes, but the interval had sufficed to establish a communicationreally copious for the occasionbetween the strangers and the unknown gentleman whom they found in possession, hat and stick in hand. This was not my doingfor what had I to go upon?and still less was it the doing of the younger and the more indifferent, or less courageous, lady. She spoke but oncewhen her companion informed me that she was going out to Europe the next day to be married. Then she protested Oh mother! in a tone that struck me in the darkness as doubly odd, exciting my curiosity to see her face.
It had taken the elder woman but a moment to come to that, and to various other things, after I had explained that I myself was waiting for Mrs. Nettlepoint, who would doubtless soon come back.
Well, she wont know meI guess she hasnt ever heard much about me, the good lady said; but Ive come from Mrs. Allen and I guess that will make it all right. I presume you know Mrs. Allen?
I was unacquainted with this influential personage, but I assented vaguely to the proposition. Mrs. Allens emissary was good-humoured and familiar, but rather appealing than insistent (she remarked that if her friend had found time to come in the afternoonshe had so much to do, being just up for the day, that she couldnt be sureit would be all right); and somehow even before she mentioned Merrimac Avenue (they had come all the way from there) my imagination had associated her with that indefinite social limbo known to the properly-constituted Boston mind as the South Enda nebulous region which condenses here and there into a pretty face, in which the daughters are an improvement on the mothers and are sometimes acquainted with gentlemen more gloriously domiciled, gentlemen whose wives and sisters are in turn not acquainted with them.
When at last Mrs. Nettlepoint came in, accompanied by candles and by a tray laden with glasses of coloured fluid which emitted a cool tinkling, I was in a position to officiate as master of the ceremonies, to introduce Mrs. Mavis and Miss Grace Mavis, to represent that Mrs. Allen had recommended themnay, had urged themjust to come that way, informally and without fear; Mrs. Allen who had been prevented only by the pressure of occupations so characteristic of her (especially when up from Mattapoisett for a few hours desperate shopping) from herself calling in the course of the day to explain who they were and what was the favour they had to ask of her benevolent friend. Good-natured women understand each other even when so divided as to sit residentially above and below the salt, as who should say; by which token our hostess had quickly mastered the main facts: Mrs. Allens visit that morning in Merrimac Avenue to talk of Mrs. Ambers great idea, the classes at the public schools in vacation (she was interested with an equal charity to that of Mrs. Maviseven in such weather!in those of the South End) for games and exercises and music, to keep the poor unoccupied children out of the streets; then the revelation that it had suddenly been settled almost from one hour to the other that Grace should sail for Liverpool, Mr. Porterfield at last being ready. He was taking a little holiday; his mother was with him, they had come over from Paris to see some of the celebrated old buildings in England, and he had telegraphed to say that if Grace would start right off they would just finish it up and be married. It often happened that when things had dragged on that way for years they were all huddled up at the end. Of course in such a case she, Mrs. Mavis, had had to fly round. Her daughters passage was taken, but it seemed too dreadful she should make her journey all alone, the first time she had ever been at sea, without any companion or escort. She couldnt goMr. Mavis was too sick: she hadnt even been able to get him off to the seaside.
Well, Mrs. Nettlepoints going in that ship, Mrs. Allen had said; and she had represented that nothing was simpler than to give her the girl in charge. When Mrs. Mavis had replied that this was all very well but that she didnt know the lady, Mrs. Allen had declared that that didnt make a speck of difference, for Mrs. Nettlepoint was kind enough for anything. It was easy enough to know her, if that was all the trouble! All Mrs. Mavis would have to do would be to go right up to her next morning, when she took her daughter to the ship (she would see her there on the deck with her party) and tell her fair and square what she wanted. Mrs. Nettlepoint had daughters herself and would easily understand. Very likely shed even look after Grace a little on the other side, in such a queer situation, going out alone to the gentleman she was engaged to: shed just help her, like a good Samaritan, to turn round before she was married. Mr. Porterfield seemed to think they wouldnt wait long, once she was there: they would have it right over at the American consuls. Mrs. Allen had said it would perhaps be better still to go and see Mrs. Nettlepoint beforehand, that day, to tell her what they wanted: then they wouldnt seem to spring it on her just as she was leaving. She herself (Mrs. Allen) would call and say a word for them if she could save ten minutes before catching her train. If she hadnt come it was because she hadnt saved her ten minutes but she had made them feel that they must come all the same. Mrs. Mavis liked that better, because on the ship in the morning there would be such a confusion. She didnt think her daughter would be any troubleconscientiously she didnt. It was just to have some one to speak to her and not sally forth like a servant-girl going to a situation.