Boston Neighbours In Town and OutPoor, Agnes Blake
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Boston Neighbours In Town and Out
Poor, Agnes Blake
Boston (Mass.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Short stories
"We ought to have done _something_ to prevent it," said Blanche,
decidedly.
"What could we do?" said I.
"Poor Willie hasn't a relation who could look after those children,"
murmured Bessie Milliken.
We all felt moved to offer our services upon the spot, but just then
there came a loud ring at the door-bell. We all started. It could not be
a belated member of the club, for we always walked right in. Minnie had
given orders, as usual, to be denied to any chance caller; but in a
moment the door opened, and the maid announced that Mr. Williams was in
the hall, and wished to see Mrs. Mason.
"Ask Mr. Williams, Ellen, if he will please to leave a message; tell him
I am engaged with my Tolstoi Club."
"I did, ma'am; but he says he wishes to see the club. He says it is on
very particular business, ma'am," as Minnie hesitated, and looked for
our opinion. Our amazement was so great that it deprived us of words,
and Minnie, after a moment, could only bow her head in silent
affirmation to the girl, who vanished directly. Could Mrs. Williams have
eloped, and had her husband rushed round to claim the sympathy of his
female friends, among whom were so many of his old flames? It was a most
eccentric proceeding, but we felt that if any man were capable of it, it
was poor Willie. But even this conjecture failed, and our very reason
seemed forsaking us, as Mr. Williams walked into the room, followed by
Mr. Walter Dana, who looked rather awkward on the occasion, while
Willie, on the contrary, was quite at his ease, and was faultlessly
dressed in a London walking-suit of the newest cut; for he had plenty of
such things, though he hated to wear them. He carried a large note-case
in his hand.
"Good-morning, Mrs. Mason," he began, "good-morning--" with a bow that
took us all in; and without an invitation, which Minnie was too confused
to give, he comfortably settled himself on a vacant chair, which
proceeding Mr. Dana imitated, though with much less self-assurance,
while his conductor, as he appeared to be, went on: "I beg your pardon
for disturbing you; but I am sorry to find that you have been giving
credence, if not circulation, to some very unpleasant and utterly false
rumours concerning my wife's character. I do not know, nor do I care to
know, how they originated, but I wish to put a stop to them; and as Mr.
Dana is the other person chiefly concerned in them, I have brought him
with me."
I believe we felt as if we should like to sink into the earth; nay, it
seemed to me that we must have done so, and come out in China, where
everything is different. Willie Williams, without a lisp, without a
smile, grave as a judge, and talking like a lawyer opening a case--it
was a transformation to inspire any one with awe. He saw that we were
frightened, and proceeded in a milder tone, but one equally strange in
our ears.
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