American fiction -- 20th century; Short stories, American
He broke off to say in still another tone, “I know none of you will
object to my saying also that it is an immense relief to find the
parish rid of that detestable incubus Mrs. Almera Canfield. You must
all breathe a happier air, since she took her mocking cynicism into
another world.”
A quick shifting of eyes, lifted eyebrows, and suppressed smiles told
him that he had been indiscreet. He faced the uncomfortable little
situation with a well-oiled ease of manner. “Have I offended some
one here?” he asked, instantly, turning towards us. Then, seeing by
my expression that I was the one involved, he said gallantly, “It’s
not possible that so very young a lady can have any connection with a
generation so long since passed away.”
“Mrs. Almera Canfield was my great-grandmother,” I said, perhaps rather
drily. Not that I cared especially about Great-grandmother, of whom at
that time I knew very little, and who seemed as remote from my life as
Moses. But that same hateful, contrary streak in my nature was roused
to resentment by his apparent assumption that a smile and a word from
him could set anything straight.
He found the fact of my relationship and of my knowledge of it very
amusing, “Where, oh, where, out of Vermont could you find a modern
young person who even knew the name of her great-grandmother? I’m
sure, my dear, that family loyalties are outlawed by such a long
interval of years. And I’m also sure by one look at you, that you are
not at all like your great-grandmother.”
He seemed to think, I reflected, that I would be sure to take that as a
compliment. She must have been an old Tartar.
I could think of nothing to answer, and he turned away again, to go on
chatting with the people who continued to hang on his words, laughing
loudly when he said something playful, nodding a grave concurrence in
his more seriously expressed opinions, their eyes always fixed on his.
They all moved away, out into the church and down the aisle and I
did not see him again till that evening, when, quite unexpectedly,
he appeared beside me in the break-up of the company after the large
public dinner.
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