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
“Is it, really?” asked the girl joyfully; and she seemed to find this the
first fitting moment to say, for sole recognition of our self-sacrifice,
“I’m much obliged to you, Mr. March, for getting me that room.”
I begged her not to speak of it, and turned an ironical eye upon my wife;
but she was lost in admiration of the hat.
“Yes,” she sighed; “it’s much better than the one I wanted you to get at
first.” And she afterward explained that the girl seemed to have a
perfect instinct for what went with her style.
Kendricks kept himself discreetly in the background, and, with his
unfailing right feeling, was talking to Mrs. Deering, in spite of her not
paying much attention to him. I must own that I too was absorbed in the
spectacle of Miss Gage.
She went off with us, and did not say another word to Mrs. Deering about
helping her to pack. Perhaps this was best, though it seemed heartless;
it may not have been so heartless as it seemed. I dare say it would have
been more suffering to the woman if the girl had missed this chance.
X
WE had undertaken rather a queer affair but it was not so queer after
all, when Miss Gage was fairly settled with us. There were other young
girls in that pleasant house who had only one another’s protection and
the general safety of the social atmosphere. We could not conceal from
ourselves, of course, that we had done a rather romantic thing, and, in
the light of Europe, which we had more or less upon our actions, rather
an absurd thing; but it was a comfort to find that Miss Gage thought it
neither romantic nor absurd. She took the affair with an apparent
ignorance of anything unusual in it—with so much ignorance, indeed, that
Mrs. March had her occasional question whether she was duly impressed
with what was being done for her. Whether this was so or not, it is
certain that she was as docile and as biddable as need be. She did not
always ask what she should do; that would not have been in the tradition
of village independence; but she always did what she was told, and did
not vary from her instructions a hair’s-breadth. I do not suppose she
always knew why she might do this and might not do that; and I do not
suppose that young girls often understand the reasons of the proprieties.
They are told that they must, and that they must not, and this in an
astonishing degree suffices them if they are nice girls.
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