An Open-Eyed Conspiracy; An Idyl of SaratogaHowells, William Dean
General
An Open-Eyed Conspiracy; An Idyl of Saratoga
Howells, William Dean
New York (State) -- Fiction; Saratoga (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Saratoga Springs (N.Y.) -- Fiction
She said: “That is just what you ought to do. I’m quite surprised.”
After this touch of irony she added earnestly, “And I do hope, my dear,
you will use judgment in speaking to him, and tact. You mustn’t go at it
bluntly. Remember that Mr. Kendricks is not at all to blame. He began
to show her attention to oblige us, and if she has fallen in love with
him it is our fault.”
“I shall handle him without gloves,” I said. “I shall tell him he had
better go away.”
I was joking, but she said seriously, “Yes; he must go away. And I don’t
envy you having to tell him. I suppose you will bungle it, of course.”
“Well, then, you must advise me,” I said; and we really began to consider
the question. We could hardly exaggerate the difficulty and delicacy of
the duty before me. We recognised that before I made any explicit demand
of him I must first ascertain the nature of the whole ground and then be
governed by the facts. It would be simple enough if I had merely to say
that we thought the girl’s affections were becoming engaged, and then
appeal to his eager generosity, his delicate magnanimity; but there were
possible complications on his side which must be regarded. I was to
ascertain, we concluded, the exact nature of the situation before I
ventured to say anything openly. I was to make my approaches by a series
of ambushes before I unmasked my purpose, and perhaps I must not unmask
it at all. As I set off on my mission, which must begin with finding
Kendricks at his hotel, Mrs. March said she pitied me. She called me
back to ask whether I thought I had really better do anything. Then, as
I showed signs of weakening, she drove me from her with, “Yes, yes! You
must! You must!”
XVII
IT was still so early that I had my doubts whether I should find
Kendricks up after the last night’s revelry, but he met me half-way
between our hotel and his. He said he was coming to see how Mrs. March
was bearing Miss Gage’s immense success at the ball; but perhaps this was
not his sole motive. He asked frankly how the young lady was, and
whether I thought Mrs. March would consider a lunch at a restaurant by
the lake a good notion. When I said I had very little doubt she would,
and proposed taking a turn in the park before I went back with him, he
looked at his watch and laughed, and said he supposed it _was_ rather
early yet, and came very willingly with me.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account