Bildungsromans; Deception -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Mothers and daughters -- Fiction; Women authors -- Fiction
"Now, Ralph, I want you to take Mrs. Dunlap to the library and
entertain her for the next half hour. I have a tiresome committee
meeting of the utmost importance that demands my personal attention;
but I am going to dismiss it in half an hour, and then we'll make plans
for the day. It is delightful to be able to have you both for all day!"
There was no attempt on the part of either to reply. Silently the host
threw open the door of his well-equipped library, which under other
circumstances Mrs. Dunlap would have found pleasure in exploring, and
silently motioned her to a seat. While she sank among the cushions of
a luxurious chair, he carefully closed the door; then, crossing to the
doors leading to the music room, he closed them also. He seated himself
but a few feet from her and spoke in the tone he had used when he asked
her why she had presumed to interfere with him.
"Well. I am at your mercy! What do you propose to do?" That was what he
said.
She looked steadily at him, but was speechless.
After waiting a moment he added: "I did not interfere with what you
saw fit to do, by word or glance, although you must know that I could
have done so had I seen fit. Why you have been silent thus far and have
chosen to accept my wife's hospitality, I am at a loss to understand;
unless it is in the interests of a still greater sensation. Is it your
intention to tell me how you mean to proceed in the blasting of my
home, or do you still prefer to work in the dark?"
The man was actually arraigning her! Or was this merely a game of
bluff? What kind of woman did he take her to be! The indignant blood
surged in her veins; she got out of the comfortable chair and took an
uncompromising straight-backed one directly opposite his.
"Are you so accustomed to 'working in the dark' that you fancy others
are doing it also?" she said, fixing him with her clear gaze. "Did you
suppose that I had the slightest idea of meeting you when I came to
this house and accepted its hospitality?"
His face changed suddenly and he bent forward as if to lessen the
distance between them, speaking eagerly.
"Have I been mistaken in you? Mrs. Dunlap, on your honor as a woman,
did you not find out my name somewhere and follow me, to this house
with my discomfiture in view?"
"I certainly did not!" she answered indignantly. "Do you think I would
have slept under your roof knowingly? I have not yet awakened from the
daze of horror into which the sight of you threw me."
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