The following day, on returning from a small errand in the
neighbourhood, as I entered the _rue_ or street on which our hostel
fronted I was startled out of all composure to behold Miss Flora Canbee,
of Louisville, Kentucky, and Miss Hilda Slicker, of Seattle,
Washington, in animated conversation with two young men, one of whom was
tall and dark and the other slight and fair, but both apparelled in the
habiliments peculiar to officers in the French Army.
For a moment I could scarcely believe my eyes. I think I paused to
readjust the glasses I wear, fearing my trusty lenses might have played
me false; but it was true. As I hurriedly advanced, with amazement and
displeasure writ large on my countenance, Miss Canbee proceeded to
disarm my mounting suspicions by informing me that the two officers were
her first cousins, and then introduced them to me. They responded to my
cordial salutation in excellent English, Miss Canbee casually adding, as
though to make conversation:
"Of course you remember, Doctor Fibble, my having told you several times
that my mother was French?"
To this I could only reply in all sincerity that the fact of her having
told me so had entirely escaped my mind, which was quite true. Yet
ordinarily my memory for trifles is excellent, and I can only attribute
to press of other cares my failure now to recall the circumstance.
I could well understand why Miss Canbee felt constrained to obtain
permission to spend the afternoon in converse with her cousins in
preference to joining the rest of us in a long walk in the warm, bright
sunshine along the quays of the River Seine, this being an excursion I
had planned at luncheon; but why--as I repeatedly asked myself--why
should Miss Hilda Slicker manifest pique to a marked degree when I
insisted on her accompanying us? She, surely, could feel no personal
interest in two young French officers whose acquaintance she had just
formed and who were in no degree related to her by ties of
blood-kinship.
Such happenings as the two I have just narrated went far to convince me
that even the refining and elevating influences of foreign travel, when
prosecuted under the most agreeable and congenial of auspices, might not
suffice in all instances to curb the naturally frivolous and unheeding
tendencies of growing young persons of the opposite sex, between the
given ages of seventeen and twenty.
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