Part 59 (1/2)
”Think what?”
”That Alwynne's a new girl? It's the air. Nothing like Dene air. But, of course, you didn't see her when she first came. A poor white thing!
She'd worked herself to a shadow. How Elsbeth allowed it----”
Jean caught her up.
”Overwork! Fiddlesticks! It wasn't that. I'm convinced in my own mind that there's something behind it. A girl doesn't go to pieces like that from a little extra work. Look at your Compton women at the end of a term. Bursting with energy still, I will say that for them. No--I'm inclined to agree with Parker. I told you what she said to me? 'She must have been crossed in love, poor young lady, the way she fiddle-faddles with her food!'”
Alicia laughed.
”When you and Parker get together there's not a reputation safe in the three Denes. If there had been anything of the kind, Elsbeth would have given me a hint.”
”I should have thought Elsbeth would be the last person----” Jean broke off significantly.
Roger glanced at her, eyebrows lifted.
”What's she driving at, Aunt Alice?”
”Lord knows!” said Alicia shortly.
Jean grew huffed.
”It's all very well, Alicia, to take that tone. You know what I mean perfectly well. Considering how reticent Elsbeth was over her own affairs to us--she wouldn't be likely to confide anything about Alwynne.
But Elsbeth always imagined no one had any eyes.”
Alicia moved uneasily in her chair.
”Jean, will you never let that foolish gossip be? It wasn't your business thirty years ago--at least let it alone now.”
Jean flushed.
”It's all very well to be superior, Alicia, but you know you agreed with me at the time.”
Roger chuckled.
”What are you two driving at? Let's have it.”
Alicia answered him.
”My dear boy, you know what Jean is. Elsbeth stayed with us a good deal when we were all girls together--and because she and your dear father were very good friends----”
”Inseparable!” snapped Jean. She was annoyed that the telling of the story was taken from her.
”Oh, they had tastes in common. But we all liked him. I'm quite certain Elsbeth was perfectly heart-whole. Only Jean has the servant-girl habit of pairing off all her friends and acquaintances. I don't say, of course, that if John had never met your dear mother--but she came home from her French school--she'd been away two years, you know--and turned everybody's head. Ravis.h.i.+ng she was. I remember her coming-out dance.
She wore the first short dress we'd seen--every one wore trains in those days--white gauze and forget-me-nots. She looked like a fairy. All the gentlemen wanted to dance with her, she was so light-footed. Your father fell head over ears! They were engaged in a fortnight. And n.o.body, in her quiet way, was more pleased than Elsbeth, I'm sure. Why, she was one of the bridesmaids!”
”She never came to stay with them afterwards,” said Jean obstinately, ”always had an excuse.”
”Considering she had to nurse her father, with her mother an invalid already----” Alicia was indignant. ”Ten years of sick-nursing that poor girl had!”
”Anyhow, she never came to Dene again till after John died. Then she came, once. When she heard we were all going out to Italy. Stayed a week.”