Part 22 (2/2)
”Our friend is as amusing a specimen as I ever encountered,” he began.
”Amusing! I call him disgusting, with his 'Miss Minnie 'and 'take his leave.' He can't be a gentleman; there is something very suspicious about the whole affair.”
”Indeed! and what do you suspect?”
”I don't believe there's a wedding at all. Perhaps he's an impostor who wants to get in here to steal.”
”Do you miss anything?”
”No,” said the lady, after a peep into her dining-room. ”I can't say I do. But he may come back on this pretended wedding business. Are you sure that he really is Mr. Perley Pickens?”
”Why, yes. I have never spoken to him before, but I have seen him at the post-office, opening his box, and again at the station. I cannot be mistaken in that walk of his.”
”Well, he may be the head of a gang of thieves, and have taken the house and got up this scheme of a wedding for some end of his own.”
”Such as what?”
”Why, to cheat somebody, somehow. I am sure you will never get a wedding fee for it; and he may not pay any of the bills, and the people may bother us.”
”He gave me the name of his Boston bankers, May & Maxwell, to whom he said I could refer the tradespeople, if they wished it, 'being a stranger here himself,' as he justly remarked. But whom, my dear, do you expect to provide for ushers or best man?”
”Oh, for ushers, the Crocker boys will do. They will be glad of something to amuse them in vacation.”
”Are they not rather young? Fred can hardly be eighteen yet.”
”Well! he is six feet and over. One needn't tell his age; and as for best man, I think William Winchester wouldn't mind it--to oblige me.”
”But why, my love, since you are so distrustful, are you so anxious to be of use in this matter?”
”Why!” echoed his wife, triumphantly; ”it's the best way to encourage them to go on, and then, don't you see? if they have any dishonest designs, they'll be the sooner exposed; and then--I do want to see what the end of it all will be--don't you?”
In pursuance of these ideas, Mrs. Reed, next afternoon, put on her best bonnet, and went to call on the ladies of the Pickens family. The gardens and shrubberies of the Maynard house, always beautiful, yet showed already the want of the master's eye. The servant who opened the door was of an inferior grade, and the drawing-room, stripped of Mrs.
Maynard's personal belongings, looked bare and cold. Mrs. Reed sat and sighed for her old friend full quarter of an hour, before a pale, slim, pretty girl, much dressed, and with carefully crimped locks, came in with, ”It's very kind in you to call. Aunt Delia's awfully sorry to keep you waiting, but she'll be down directly.”
”I am very glad to see you,” said Mrs. Reed, looking with some attention at the probable bride-elect.
”Aunt Delia was sitting in her dressing-sack. She generally does, day-times. It's so much trouble to dress, she thinks. Now I think it's something to do; there isn't much else, here.”
”This is a lovely place. I always admire it afresh every time I come here.”
”It's lonesome; but then, it's pleasant enough for a little while. I never care to stay long in any one place. I've lived in about a hundred since I can recollect; and I wouldn't take a house in any one of 'em for a gift, if I had to live in it.”
”Perhaps you may feel differently when you have a house of your own.”
”Well, that's one of the things Mr. MacJacobs and I quarrel about. I want to board, and he wants to take a flat. I tell him I'll do that, if he'll get one where we can dine at the table d'hote. That's about as easy as boarding. As like as not, when we get settled, he'll have to go off somewhere else; but if he is willing to pay for it himself, why, let him! Here's Aunt Delia,” she suddenly added, as a fresh rustle announced the entrance of a stout lady, also very handsomely attired, and carrying a large fan, which she waved to and fro, slowly but steadily, gazing silently over it at her visitor, whom Minnie introduced with some explanation, after which she remarked that it was ”awfully hot.”
”It is warm; but I have not found it unpleasant. I really enjoyed my walk here.”
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