"No, no--because the interest will increase and the plot will thicken.It simply can't NOT," I insisted.She looked at me as if she thought me more than Mephistophelean, and I went back to something she had lately mentioned."So she told you everything in her life was dreary?""Not everything, but most things.And she didn't tell me so much as I guessed it.She'll tell me more the next time.She'll behave properly now about coming in to see me; I told her she ought to.""I'm glad of that," I said."Keep her with you as much as possible.""I don't follow you closely," Mrs.Nettlepoint replied, "but so far as I do I don't think your remarks in the best taste.""Well, I'm too excited, I lose my head in these sports," I had to recognise--"cold-blooded as you think me.Doesn't she like Mr.
Porterfield?"
"Yes, that's the worst of it."
I kept making her stare."The worst of it?""He's so good--there's no fault to be found with him.Otherwise she'd have thrown it all up.It has dragged on since she was eighteen: she became engaged to him before he went abroad to study.
It was one of those very young and perfectly needless blunders that parents in America might make so much less possible than they do.
The thing is to insist on one's daughter waiting, on the engagement's being long; and then, after you've got that started, to take it on every occasion as little seriously as possible--to make it die out.
You can easily tire it to death," Mrs.Nettlepoint competently stated."However," she concluded, "Mr.Porterfield has taken this one seriously for some years.He has done his part to keep it alive.
She says he adores her."
"His part? Surely his part would have been to marry her by this time.""He has really no money." My friend was even more confidently able to report it than I had been.
"He ought to have got some, in seven years," I audibly reflected.
"So I think she thinks.There are some sorts of helplessness that are contemptible.However, a small difference has taken place.
That's why he won't wait any longer.His mother has come out, she has something--a little--and she's able to assist him.She'll live with them and bear some of the expenses, and after her death the son will have what there is.""How old is she?" I cynically asked.
"I haven't the least idea.But it doesn't, on his part, sound very heroic--or very inspiring for our friend here.He hasn't been to America since he first went out.""That's an odd way of adoring her," I observed.
"I made that objection mentally, but I didn't express it to her.She met it indeed a little by telling me that he had had other chances to marry.""That surprises me," I remarked."But did she say," I asked, "that SHE had had?""No, and that's one of the things I thought nice in her; for she must have had.She didn't try to make out that he had spoiled her life.
She has three other sisters and there's very little money at home.
She has tried to make money; she has written little things and painted little things--and dreadful little things they must have been; too bad to think of.Her father has had a long illness and has lost his place--he was in receipt of a salary in connexion with some waterworks--and one of her sisters has lately become a widow, with children and without means.And so as in fact she never has married any one else, whatever opportunities she may have encountered, she appears to have just made up her mind to go out to Mr.Porterfield as the least of her evils.But it isn't very amusing.""Well," I judged after all, "that only makes her doing it the more honourable.She'll go through with it, whatever it costs, rather than disappoint him after he has waited so long.It's true," Icontinued, "that when a woman acts from a sense of honour--!""Well, when she does?" said Mrs.Nettlepoint, for I hung back perceptibly.
"It's often so extravagant and unnatural a proceeding as to entail heavy costs on some one.""You're very impertinent.We all have to pay for each other all the while and for each other's virtues as well as vices.""That's precisely why I shall be sorry for Mr.Porterfield when she steps off the ship with her little bill.I mean with her teeth clenched.""Her teeth are not in the least clenched.She's quite at her ease now"--Mrs.Nettlepoint could answer for that.
"Well, we must try and keep her so," I said.
"You must take care that Jasper neglects nothing." I scarce know what reflexions this innocent pleasantry of mine provoked on the good lady's part; the upshot of them at all events was to make her say:
"Well, I never asked her to come; I'm very glad of that.It's all their own doing.""'Their' own--you mean Jasper's and hers?""No indeed.I mean her mother's and Mrs.Allen's; the girl's too of course.They put themselves on us by main force.""Oh yes, I can testify to that.Therefore I'm glad too.We should have missed it, I think.""How seriously you take it!" Mrs.Nettlepoint amusedly cried.
"Ah wait a few days!"--and I got up to leave her.
