An Open-Eyed Conspiracy; An Idyl of SaratogaHowells, William Dean
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An Open-Eyed Conspiracy; An Idyl of Saratoga
Howells, William Dean
New York (State) -- Fiction; Saratoga (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Saratoga Springs (N.Y.) -- Fiction
He listened with a simple joy in it, and his pleasure strengthened the
mystic bond which had formed itself between us through the confidences he
had made me, so flatteringly corroborative of all my guesses concerning
him and his party.
IV
I LONGED to have the chance of bragging to my wife; but this chance did
not come till the concert was quite over, after I rejoined her with my
companion, and she could take leave of them all without seeming to
abandon them. Then I judged it best to let her have the word; for I knew
by the way she ran her hand through my arm, and began pushing me along
out of earshot, that she was full of it.
“Well, Basil, I think that is the sweetest and simplest and kindest
creature in the world, and I’m perfectly in love with her.”
I did not believe somehow that she meant the girl, but I thought it best
merely to suggest, “There are two.”
“You know very well which I mean, and I would do anything I could for
her. She’s got a difficult problem before her, and I pity her. The
girl’s very well, and she _is_ a beauty; and I suppose she _has_ been
having a dull time, and of course you couldn’t please Mrs. Deering half
so well as by doing something for her friend. I suppose you’re feeling
very proud that they’re just what you divined.”
“Not at all; I’m so used to divining people. How did you know I knew
it?”
“I saw you talking to him, and I knew you were pumping him.”
“Pumping? He asked nothing better than to flow. He would put to shame
the provoked spontaneity of any spring in Saratoga.”
“Well, did he say that he was going to leave them here?”
“He would like to do it—yes. He was very sweet and simple and kind, too,
Isabel. He complained bitterly of the goddess, and all but said she
sulked.”
“Why, I don’t know,” said my wife. “I think, considering, that she is
rather amiable. She brightened up more and more.”
“That was prosperity, or the hope of it, my dear. Nothing illumines us
like the prospect of pleasant things. She took you for society smiling
upon her, and of course she smiled back. But it’s only the first smile
of prosperity that cheers. If it keeps on smiling it ends by making us
dissatisfied again. When people are getting into society they are very
glad; when they have got in they seem to be rather gloomy. We mustn’t
let these things go too far. Now that you’ve got your friends in good
humour, the right way is to drop them—to cut them dead when you meet
them, to look the other way. That will send them home perfectly
radiant.”
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