In a trice the riddle was replied to; the reasons of my anger unrolled
before me like a scroll. It was not that I loved Peg; it was my certain
sureness how Eaton himself was master of no such true sentiment, nor
one worthy of the word. As I have said, he but held her--being below a
better thought--to adorn his vanity; he would wrap her in his riches in
the vulgarity of a boast. Peg was as the feather to his hat, the
jewel to his hilt; he trapped her in brilliants just as he drunk from
cut-glass. And knowing Peg as I knew her, and with a deep appreciation
of her worth, was it miracle, or must my heart be charged of crime,
because my brow would flush to see her thus abased and set to nurse so
gross a self-esteem? Besides, it fell as a blow upon one's better taste,
since to embellish Peg with such earthenware was indeed to paint a lily
and gild gold.
It was true, I so much resented these jewels, and they so bit my feeling
in advance, that I went at wits' end to fish forth some excuse for being
absent from that reception and thus avoid their tawdry splendors. But
when I moved the matter, the General was set like iron that I should go.
Were it the General alone to cross my temper for this, I should have
run over him, no doubt, and had my way for it. But next stood Peg in the
path. I no more than breathed a half-suggestion of possible conditions
to arise and keep me from the house, when she glowed on me with a look
so gently pleading that, without waiting for her to speak, I straightway
told her I would come.
“And I am glad, watch-dog,” said Peg, simply. “I could give myself no
reason, save a reason that would burn like fire, why you should stay
away.”
It should be noted, perhaps, that the magical tale of those gems ran in
and out of the mouth of gossip for prior days, and I doubt not a purpose
to look on them--for the feminine eye is caught with glitter like a
blackbird, which hollow fowl will think of nothing for a week on end
save how to steal a bit of broken glass--brought as many to Peg's
reception as did the presence of the General.
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