Bildungsromans; Boston (Mass.) -- Fiction; Saint Lawrence River -- Fiction; Upper class -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
The young lady went to seek the matron of the party, and left her
companion at the door of the saloon, wistfully fingering a cigar in one
hand, and feeling for a match with the other. Presently he gave himself
a clap on the waistcoat which he had found empty, and was turning away,
when Mr. Arbuton said, offering his own lighted cigar, "May I be of use
to you?"
The other took it with a hearty, "O yes, thank you!" and, with many
inarticulate murmurs of satisfaction, lighted his cigar, and returned
Mr. Arbuton's with a brisk, half-military bow.
Mr. Arbuton looked at him narrowly a moment. "I'm afraid," he said
abruptly, "that I've most unluckily been the cause of annoyance to one
of the ladies of your party. It isn't a thing to apologize for, and I
hardly know how to say that I hope, if she's not already forgotten the
matter, she'll do so." Saying this, Mr. Arbuton, by an impulse which he
would have been at a loss to explain, offered his card.
His action had the effect of frankness, and the other took it for
cordiality. He drew near a lamp, and looked at the name and street
address on the card, and then said, "Ah, of Boston! _My_ name is
Ellison; I'm of Milwaukee, Wisconsin." And he laughed a free, trustful
laugh of good companionship. "Why yes, my cousin's been tormenting
herself about her mistake the whole afternoon; but of course it's all
right, you know. Bless my heart! it was the most natural thing in the
world. Have you been ashore? There's a good deal of repose about
Tadoussac, now; but it must be a lively place in winter! Such a cheerful
lookout from these cottages, or that hotel over yonder! We went over to
see if we could get into the little old church; the purser told me there
are some lead tablets there, left by Jacques Cartier's men, you know,
and dug up in the neighborhood. I don't think it's likely, and I'm
bearing up very well under the disappointment of not getting in. I've
done my duty by the antiquities of the place; and now I don't care how
soon we are off."
Colonel Ellison was talking in the kindness of his heart to change the
subject which the younger gentleman had introduced, in the belief, which
would scarcely have pleased the other, that he was much embarrassed. His
good-nature went still further; and when his cousin returned presently,
with Mrs. Ellison, he presented Mr. Arbuton to the ladies, and then
thoughtfully made Mrs. Ellison walk up and down the deck with him for
the exercise she would not take ashore, that the others might be left to
deal with their vexation alone.
"I am very sorry, Miss Ellison," said Mr. Arbuton, "to have been the
means of a mistake to you to-day."
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