So I went to Rufus Blight on the afternoon before I sailed, and I went
not without misgivings as to the part that I was playing. Many times
in the walk up the Avenue I turned back, doubting, and then I would
repeat my old-time promise to Penelope and the Professor's injunction
given to me that early morning as we stood together on the street. And
so at last I found myself before the great house, and the grilled door
closed behind me, leaving no retreat.
Mr. Blight was in his "den," resting after his day's golf in a deep
chair by an open window, and he rose from a litter of evening papers to
greet me.
"Well, David, we thought that you had forgotten us," he said.
"Penelope remarked just this morning that it was high time you appeared
to offer your congratulations."
"I have been very busy," I returned. "To-morrow I start abroad for a
year at least, and I came to say good-by and to tell you----"
In my eagerness to have my story over I should have plunged right into
it, but he interrupted me.
"Abroad, eh? Well, we may see you after the wedding. We are all going
over after the wedding."
The calm way in which Mr. Blight spoke of the wedding chilled me. It
was so absolutely settled that there was to be a wedding that in me
there seemed to be embodied that mythical person who is commanded so
sternly to speak or forever hold his peace. For a time I did hold my
peace, but it was only because Rufus Blight evinced such a lively
interest in my affairs that I had no opportunity to speak of those
matters which touched him so intimately.
"Well, we certainly shall hunt you up in London in September," he said.
"We shall be over in September. The wedding is to be in July at
Newport. We have taken a house there, or rather Mrs. Bannister has for
us." He saw that I could not restrain a smile at the mention of Mrs.
Bannister, and he laughed heartily. "I don't know how we should get
along without Mrs. Bannister. You see, David, all I know anything
about is the steel trade, and being out of that I have to have a
general manager for this social business. She certainly does manage.
Why, if it wasn't for her I doubt if we could arrange a wedding.
Indeed, I sometimes even doubt if there would be an engagement."
This same doubt had been tenaciously present in my own mind for some
days, and much as I should have liked to express it with heat and to
join to it my opinion of the masterful woman's manoeuvres, I simply
laughed formally and said, "Indeed!"
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