Part 14 (2/2)

Juno turned an awful face upon hint. ”It is from his brutal a.s.sailant that apologies are due. Mr. Mayrant's family” (she paused here for blighting emphasis) ”are well-bred people, and he will be coerced into behaving like a gentleman for once.”

I checked an impulse here to speak out and express my doubts as to the family coercion being founded upon any dissatisfaction with John's conduct.

”I wonder if reading or recitation might not soothe your nephew?” said the poetess, now.

”I should doubt it,” answered Juno. ”I have just come from his bedside.”

”I should so like to soothe him, if I could,” the poetess murmured. ”If he were well enough to hear my convention ode--”

”He is not nearly well enough,” said Juno.

The et cetera here coughed and blew his nose so remarkably that we all started.

A short silence followed, which Juno relieved.

”I will give the young ruffian's family the credit they deserve,” she stated. ”The whole connection despises his keeping the position.”

Another et cetera now came into it. ”Is it known what exactly precipitated the occurrence?”

Juno turned to him. ”My nephew is a gentleman from whose lips no unworthy word could ever fall.'

”Oh!” said the et cetera, mildly. ”He said something, then?”

”He conveyed a well-merited rebuke in fitting terms.”

”What were the terms?” inquired the Briton.

Juno again did not hear him. ”It was after a friendly game of cards.

My nephew protested against any gentleman remaining at the custom house since the recent insulting appointment.”

I was now almost the only member of the party who had preserved strict silence throughout this very interesting conversation, because, having no wish to converse with Juno at any time, I especially did not desire it now, just after her seeing me (I thought she must have seen me) in amicable conference with the object of her formidable displeasure.

”Every Mayrant is ferocious that I ever heard of,” she continued. ”You cannot trust that seemingly delicate and human exterior. His father had it, too--deceiving exterior and raging interior, though I will say for that one that he would never have stooped to humiliate the family name as his son is doing. His regiment was near by when the Northern vandals burned our courthouse, and he made them run, I can tell you! It's a mercy for that poor girl that the scales have dropped from her eyes and she has broken her engagement with him.”

”With the father?” asked a third et cetera.

Juno stared at the intruder.

Mrs. Trevise drawled a calm contribution. ”The father died before this boy was born.”

”Oh, I see!” murmured the et cetera, gratefully.

Juno proceeded. ”No woman's life would be safe with him.”

”But mightn't he be safer for a person's niece than for their nephew?”

said the Briton.

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