Part 2 (1/2)
Before I had an opportunity to broach the question of investments to Mr.
Dale, Aunt Agnes added her quota to my sense of wrong. One evening when she came to dinner I divined, from the intense rigidity of her posture at table, that she was offended with me. To tell the truth, I felt a trifle guilty. My visits to her during the winter had been spasmodic and hurried. What was worse, so greatly was I carried away by my social success, that whenever we did meet I prattled on about fas.h.i.+onable frivolities regardless of her frown. But though I was conscious of not standing in her good graces, I felt tolerably secure from comments on the score of Mr. Dale, for the reason that as she never went anywhere she would know nothing of my intimacy with him unless Aunt Helen or my father were to make her a confidant; and this I did not think likely.
Therefore, when she introduced the subject while we were alone together in the drawing-room after dinner, I was a little disconcerted.
”Who is this Mr. Gale whose name I see connected with yours?” she asked severely.
”With mine?”
”Yes, with yours. Don't beat about the bus.h.!.+ You know perfectly well whom I mean.”
”Excuse me, Aunt Agnes, there is no Mr. Gale among my acquaintance. I know a Mr. Dale.”
She frowned, and began to fumble in her pocket. ”The principle is the same whether it is Gale or Dale or Tompkins. I never expected to learn of my niece's engagement from the public press. I am confident the notice said 'Gale.' Ah! I thought so. Plain as the nose on your face,”
she added, producing from her porte-monnaie a newspaper cutting and reading aloud: ”'It is rumored that the engagement of the beautiful and accomplished daughter of Augustus Harlan, the Railway Magnate, to Mr.
Roger Gale of this city will soon be announced.'”
”It is not true, Aunt Agnes,” I cried indignantly. Needless to say I was startled at this bit of information, coming too as it did from such an unexpected source. My aunt's knowledge of it seemed fully as remarkable to me as the fact of the publication.
”I trust not,” she replied with emphasis. ”I did not seriously suppose my own niece so far lost to all sense of propriety as to take such a step unbeknown to me. But it seems to me, Virginia, you must have been behaving in a, to say the least, very peculiar manner, to get your name into the newspapers. Where there is so much smoke there is apt to be a little fire. Who is this Mr. Gale?”
”His name is Dale, Aunt Agnes.”
”Well, Dale then. You won't put me off by quibbling. If you want your father to know of it, you are taking just the course to make me tell him.”
”My father knows all there is to know. Mr. Dale is a friend of mine and comes to the house by permission. There is no possibility of an engagement between us.”
”An engagement! I should hope not. Do you consider yourself qualified to enter upon the cares and responsibilities of married life?”
”I have already said that I have no intention of getting married.”
”Getting married! Why, the child is crazy. You talk of matrimony as if it were as simple a proceeding as changing your dress or going to a party.”
”Some people would appear to find it so,” I answered, goaded to impertinence.
But Aunt Agnes apparently did not perceive my innuendo. ”I dare say,”
said she with asperity. ”That is because there are so many fools in the world.”
We sat in silence for some minutes. My aunt was so much excited that I could see her hands tremble as she put the obnoxious cutting back into her porte-monnaie. All of a sudden she looked at me over her gla.s.ses and said,--
”I am willing to give you one more chance, Virginia.”
I waited for her to continue.
”If you choose to take advantage of it, well and good. If not, you must go your own ways. I am not going to make my life a burden over you any longer. If you prefer to be giddy and foolish, let those take the responsibility who have encouraged you to become so. No one shall blame me.”
”You know, Aunt Agnes, I wish to be nothing of the sort.”
”Very well, then. I propose to pa.s.s the summer in Europe, and it strikes me as an excellent opportunity for you to cut adrift from the objectionable a.s.sociations you have formed during the past few months.
With a fresh start, and surroundings calculated to inspire in you a desire for self-improvement, it will not be too late to hope for better things. I have every confidence in the natural stability of your character if you are once put upon the right track. I blame your advisers more than I blame you.”