“I really think we may have to go, Eloise,” she finished nervously.
“Even if it isn't infectious, it is so dreadfully dispiriting to be in a
house where there is a dangerous illness, and possibly worse. I've been
thinking perhaps we might go in town and take lodgings for a while. No
one need know it. We could even stay there through the summer. None of
our friends would be in town; then in autumn we could come back here.”
Eloise's lip curled. “I doubt that,” she returned. “Grandfather will
be forearmed. I prophesy, mother, that you will never get our trunks up
here again after you once take them out.”
“Really, Eloise, you do put things most repulsively,” returned Mrs.
Evringham with vexation. “Besides, how do we know what the future is
going to bring forth? Father behaves to me as if he might be on the
verge of brain fever himself.”
“Poor little Jewel!” exclaimed the girl. “I hope she will pull through,
but if she is the cause of our leaving here, I shall always love her
memory.”
“I don't know whether father will even come to dinner,” said Mrs.
Evringham, pursuing her own thoughts, “but I suppose we shall see Mrs.
Forbes. I do hope she has some sense about using disinfectants. It's
outrageous for her to come near the dining-room when she is taking care
of that child. Of course they'll have a nurse at once. Forbes doesn't
like going out of her beaten track.”
“I can't forget that poor little voice rambling on so monotonously this
afternoon,” said Eloise. “I strained my ears to listen, but I could
make out only that she said something about 'love' and then about
'righteousness.' What a word for that little mouth.”
“I've seen smaller,” remarked Mrs. Evringham.
When finally they entered the dining-room punctually at the appointed
hour,--even Mrs. Evringham dared take no liberties with that,--the host
was there and greeted them as usual. Mrs. Forbes came in and took her
position near him. Her employer gave her a side glance. His fears for
Jewel allayed, his regard for his housekeeper's opinions had returned in
full force.
He wished to ask for the little girl, to ask what she was doing now, and
what she would like sent up for dinner, but he had not the courage. The
aghast countenance which Mrs. Forbes had exhibited at the moment when
the enormity of Jewel's conduct transpired remained in his memory. The
housekeeper's appearance at present was noncommittal. Mrs. Evringham
sent her piercing and questioning glances in vain.
The silence in the usually silent room had not had time to become
noticeable when the portiere was pushed aside and Jewel, arrayed in
the dotted dress and carefully bearing the tall vase of nodding roses,
entered the room.
Mrs. Evringham uttered a little cry and dropped her spoon. Eloise stared
wild-eyed. The housekeeper flushed.
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