Part 63 (1/2)

”It isn't; that is the worst of it,” Carroll said, gloomily.

”I don't see why.”

”A sequence is never over. There is even all eternity for it.”

”Well, the first of the sequence is over, anyhow. All we have to consider is the succeeding stages.”

”That is about enough.”

Anna laughed. ”I agree with you there, dear. Well, I suppose the stage of the sequence for immediate consideration is the feasibility of emerging into the next stage. You think it is likely to be more difficult for the wandering tribe of Carroll to make their exodus with grace and dignity than usual?”

”It rather looks that way now.”

”I suppose that promoting business, that business transacted in the New York office, got you into rather hotter waters than usual.”

Carroll nodded.

”There _was_ an office, I suppose.”

Carroll nodded again, laughing a little. Anna laughed too. ”One never knows,” said she. ”I suppose that was a delegation from the office, to-night, the two pretty girls and the winking young man.”

”Yes,” said Carroll.

Anna had flung herself into an easy-chair beside him. Carroll remained standing. She leaned her head back and crossed her hands behind her neck in a way she had. She was a thing of lithe grace in her soft red silk. The dim light obliterated all the worn lines in her face. Carroll regarded her even in the midst of the distressful stress of affairs with a look of admiration. It was an absent-minded regard, very much as a mourner might notice a stained-gla.s.s window in a church while a funeral was in progress. It was the side-light of grace on affliction involuntarily comprehended, from long training, by the exterior faculties. Carroll even said, half perfunctorily:

”You look well to-night. That red gown suits you, honey.”

”The gown that that poor little beggar of a dress-maker is not paid for,” said Anna.

Carroll frowned. ”I did not have enough for that,” he said. ”It was impossible. I paid the other bills.”

”All dressmakers have to be cheated,” said Anna. ”I never knew one that wasn't. I may as well reap the benefit of a universal law of cause and result, as some other woman.” Her voice rang hard, but she looked up affectionately at her brother. Suddenly she reached out her hand, caught his, and kissed it. ”There is one thing we Carrolls pay in full, and never run in debt for, and that is our affection for and belief in one another,” said she. ”We have our hearts full of one coin, anyway.”

”I suppose the world at large would prefer our pockets full of the coin of the realm,” answered Carroll, but he looked fondly down at his sister.

”I suppose so. If I had not worn this dress, I should send it back to that dressmaker.”

”But you have worn it.”

”Oh yes. Of course it is out of the question now. It is very pretty.

Well, Arthur, if we go back far enough we are not responsible for this dress. We are responsible for none of the disasters which follow in our wake. That man down in Kentucky precipitated the whole thing.

Arthur, you do look like a fiend whenever I mention that man!”

”I feel like one,” Carroll replied, coolly.

”Well, that man was directly responsible for the whole wreck--the general wreck, I mean. My own wreck is an individual matter, and, after all, I never fairly lowered my sails for that especial gale. I never will own to it.”

”You were a brave girl, Anna.”