“You certainly have not told us,” said Mrs. Gregory, “how your
‘precocity’ escapes this divorce degradation.”
“Escape it? Those people think it is--well, provincial--not to have been
divorced at least once!”
Mrs. Gregory opened her eyes, but Mrs. Weguelin shut her lips.
I continued: “Even the children, for their own little reasons, like
it. Only last summer, in Newport, a young boy was asked how he enjoyed
having a father and an ex-father.”
“Ex-father!” said Mrs. Gregory. “Vice-father is what I should call him.”
“Maria!” murmured Mrs. Weguelin, “how can you jest upon such topics?”
“I am far from jesting, Julia. Well, young gentleman, and what answer
did this precious Newport child make?”
“He said (if you will pardon my giving you his little sentiment in his
own quite expressive idiom), ‘Me for two fathers! Double money birthdays
and Christmases. See?’ That was how he saw divorce.”
Once again my ladies consulted each other’s expressions; we moved along
High Walk in such silence that I heard the stiff little rustle which
the palmettos were making across the street; even these trees, you might
have supposed, were whispering together over the horrors that I had
recited in their decorous presence.
It was Mrs. Gregory who next spoke. “I can translate that last boy’s
language, but what did the other boy mean about a ‘raid on Steel
Preferred’--if I’ve got the jargon right?”
While I translated this for her, I felt again the disapproval in Mrs.
Weguelin’s dark eyes; and my sins--for they were twofold--were presently
made clear to me by this lady.
“Are such subjects as--as stocks” (she softly cloaked this word in scorn
immeasurable)--“are such subjects mentioned in your good society at the
North?”
I laughed heartily. “Everything’s mentioned!”
The lady paused over my reply. “I am afraid you must feel us to be very
old-fashioned in, Kings Port,” she then said.
“But I rejoice in it!”
She ignored my not wholly dexterous compliment. “And some subjects,” she
pursued, “seem to us so grave that if we permit ourselves to speak of
them at all we cannot speak of them lightly.”
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