Volume I Part 15 (1/2)
”Not if I can help it!”
Miss Birdseye gave a little ineffectual sigh. ”Well, I suppose every one must act out their ideal. That's what Olive Chancellor does. She's a very n.o.ble character.”
”Oh yes, a glorious nature.”
”You know their opinions are just the same--hers and Verena's,” Miss Birdseye placidly continued. ”So why should you make a distinction?”
”My dear madam,” said Ransom, ”does a woman consist of nothing but her opinions? I like Miss Tarrant's lovely face better, to begin with.”
”Well, she _is_ pretty-looking.” And Miss Birdseye gave another sigh, as if she had had a theory submitted to her--that one about a lady's opinions--which, with all that was unfamiliar and peculiar lying behind it, she was really too old to look into much. It might have been the first time she really felt her age. ”There's a blue car,” she said, in a tone of mild relief.
”It will be some moments before it gets here. Moreover, I don't believe that at bottom they _are_ Miss Tarrant's opinions,” Ransom added.
”You mustn't think she hasn't a strong hold of them,” his companion exclaimed, more briskly. ”If you think she is not sincere, you are very much mistaken. Those views are just her life.”
”Well, _she_ may bring me round to them,” said Ransom, smiling.
Miss Birdseye had been watching her blue car, the advance of which was temporarily obstructed. At this, she transferred her eyes to him, gazing at him solemnly out of the pervasive window of her spectacles. ”Well, I shouldn't wonder if she did! Yes, that will be a good thing. I don't see how you can help being a good deal shaken by her. She has acted on so many.”
”I see: no doubt she will act on me.” Then it occurred to Ransom to add: ”By the way, Miss Birdseye, perhaps you will be so kind as not to mention this meeting of ours to my cousin, in case of your seeing her again. I have a perfectly good conscience in not calling upon her, but I shouldn't like her to think that I announced my slighting intention all over the town. I don't want to offend her, and she had better not know that I have been in Boston. If you don't tell her, no one else will.”
”Do you wish me to conceal----?” murmured Miss Birdseye, panting a little.
”No, I don't want you to conceal anything. I only want you to let this incident pa.s.s--to say nothing.”
”Well, I never did anything of that kind.”
”Of what kind?” Ransom was half vexed, half touched by her inability to enter into his point of view, and her resistance made him hold to his idea the more. ”It is very simple, what I ask of you. You are under no obligation to tell Miss Chancellor everything that happens to you, are you?”