American fiction -- 20th century; Short stories, American
As the little widow read the card she looked up with large, startled
eyes, which from having been light blue suddenly turned without any
warning at all to a deep, shiny black, and she colored until not only
her face and neck but even her tiny wrists were pink. It was really,
Williams thought, very interesting to watch; all the more because
Antonia, who was talking about a legacy to an old servant, was utterly
unaware of what was going on at her elbow. Mrs. Southgate had made no
muscular movement at all, except to turn her palms over, so that her
two hands were now domed above the visiting card. She sat quite still,
gazing into vacancy and obviously not hearing a single word that was
said.
But half an hour later, when Williams stood up to go, she came back to
life, and said to him without the least preamble, "You did not tell me
what would happen if I did remarry."
Antonia turned the full front of her majesty upon her sister-in-law,
and said, "You would lose the name of Southgate."
"I am glad you asked that question," said Williams. "You ought to
understand exactly what your situation is. In the event of your
remarriage, you would have an income from another small fund--amounting
to about forty-five hundred dollars a year, I should think."
She nodded thoughtfully; and Antonia, laying her hand on her shoulder,
said gently: "Now I have still a few family matters to discuss with Mr.
Williams; but you need not wait, if you want to finish your letters,
although we shall be very glad to have you with us if you wish to stay."
It was clear to Williams that she did not wish to stay. She held out
her hand to him--thin and narrow, but as strong as steel--gave him a
smile and left the room. She always had a little difficulty, like a
child, with the handle of a door.
Williams and Miss Southgate smiled at each other, and he expressed a
common thought as he said, "If I met Mrs. Southgate unexpectedly in the
woods, I shouldn't need any photographs to make me believe in fairies."
"She's a dear little thing," said Antonia as she seated herself again,
rather heavily. "Very intelligent in some ways, but in business
matters--almost a case of arrested development. My brother never even
gave her the trouble of signing a check."
"He just paid her bills?"
"She had very few. She has never been extravagant. She seems to have no
wishes at all. I often hope that she will learn to assert herself more
as she grows older."
Williams doubted if Miss Southgate would enjoy the realization of this
hope, but he only said, "An income of fifty thousand is apt to increase
human assertiveness."
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