Part 6 (1/2)
”Aunty, this is my husband, Jerold.”
Aunt Jill had backed away from the door to let them enter. Garrison realized at once that Dorothy's marriage had excited much antagonism in the b.r.e.a.s.t.s of both these relatives. A sudden accession of boldness came upon him, in his plan to protect the girl. He entered the room and faced the woman calmly.
”I'm glad to meet you,” he said, this time without extending his hand.
”I beg to impress upon both you and Mr. Robinson that, such as I am, Dorothy chose me of her own free will to occupy my present position.”
Mrs. Robinson was momentarily speechless. Her husband now stood in the door.
Dorothy shot Garrison a look of grat.i.tude, but her immediate desire was for peace.
”Let us all sit down, and try to get better acquainted,” she said.
”I'm sure we shall all be friends.”
”No doubt,” said her uncle somewhat offensively.
Garrison felt himself decidedly uncertain of his ground. There was nothing to do, however, but await developments. He looked about the room in a quick, comprehensive manner.
It was a large apartment, furnished handsomely, perhaps even richly, but in a style no longer modern, save for the installation of electric lights. It contained a piano, a fireplace, a cabinet, writing-desk, two settees, and the customary complement of chairs.
The pictures on the walls were rather above the average, even in the homes of the wealthy. The objects of art, disposed in suitable places, were all in good taste and expensive.
Quite at a loss to meet these people to advantage, uninformed as he was of anything vital concerning Dorothy and the game she might be playing, Garrison was rendered particularly alert by the feeling of constraint in the air. He had instantly conceived a high appreciation for Dorothy's art in her difficult position, and he rose to a comprehension of the role a.s.signed to himself.
He had earlier determined to appear affectionate; he now saw the need of enacting the part of protector.
In the full illumination of the room, the glory of Dorothy's beauty was startling. His eyes sought her face with no need of acting, and the admiration blazing in his gaze was more than genuine; it was thoroughly spontaneous and involuntary.
The moment was awkward and fraught with suspense for Garrison, as he found himself subjected to the flagrantly unfriendly apprais.e.m.e.nt of his newly acquired relations.
Aunt Jill had been wilted for a moment only. She looked their visitor over with undisguised contempt.
”Well, I dare say you _look_ respectable and healthy,” she said, as if conceding a point with no little reluctance, ”but appearances are very deceiving.”
”Thank you,” said Garrison. He sat down near Dorothy, occupying a small settee.
If Mrs. Robinson was personally pugnacious, her husband harbored far more vicious emotions. Garrison felt this in his manner. The man was looking at him narrowly.
”How much of your time have you spent with your wife since your marriage?” he demanded, without the slightest preliminary introduction to the subject.
Garrison realized at once that Dorothy might have prepared a harmless fiction with which his answers might not correspond. He a.s.sumed a calm and deliberation he was far from feeling, as he said:
”I was not aware that I should be obliged to account to anyone save Dorothy for my goings and comings. Up to the present I believe she has been quite well satisfied with my deportment; haven't you, Dorothy?”
”Perfectly,” said Dorothy, whose utterance was perhaps a trifle faint.
”Can't we all be friends--and talk about----”
”I prefer to talk about this for a moment,” interrupted her uncle, still regarding Garrison with the closest scrutiny. ”What's your business, anyway, Mr. Fairfax?”
Garrison, adhering to a policy of telling the truth with the greatest possible frequency, and aware that evasion would avail them nothing, waited the fraction of a minute for Dorothy to speak. She was silent.
He felt she had not committed herself or him upon the subject.