Rose in Bloom: A Sequel to "Eight Cousins"Alcott, Louisa May
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Rose in Bloom: A Sequel to "Eight Cousins"
Alcott, Louisa May
Cousins -- Fiction; Family life -- Fiction; Orphans -- Fiction
“Each must judge for herself. I shall follow Aunt Jessie's advice and
try to keep my atmosphere as pure as I can, for she says every woman has
her own little circle and in it can use her influence for good, if she
will. I do will heartily, and I'll prove that I'm neither proud nor
fussy by receiving, here or at home, any respectable man you like to
present to me, no matter how poor or plain or insignificant he may be.”
With which declaration Rose ended her protest, and the four damsels
streamed downstairs together like a wandering rainbow. But Kitty laid
to heart what she had said; Annabel took credit herself for siding with
her; and Emma owned that she was not trying to keep her atmosphere pure
when she came to dance with the objectionable Randal. So Rose's “little
circle” was the better for the influence she tried to exert, although
she never knew it.
At suppertime Charlie kept near her, and she was quite content with him,
for he drank only coffee, and she saw him shake his head with a frown
when young Van beckoned him toward an anteroom, from whence the sound of
popping corks had issued with increasing frequency as the evening wore
on.
“Dear fellow, he does try,” thought Rose, longing to show how she
admired his self-denial, but she could only say, as they left the supper
room with the aunts, who were going early: “If I had not promised Uncle
to get home as soon after midnight as possible, I'd stay and dance the
German with you, for you deserve a reward tonight.”
“A thousand thanks, but I am going when you do,” answered Charlie,
understanding both her look and words and very grateful for them.
“Really?” cried Rose, delighted.
“Really. I'll be in the hall when you come down.” And Charlie thought
the Fra Angelico angel was not half so bright and beautiful as the one
who looked back at him out of a pale blue cloud as Rose went upstairs as
if on wings.
When she came down again Charlie was not in the hall, however, and,
after waiting a few minutes, Mac offered to go and find him, for Aunt
Jane was still hunting a lost rubber above.
“Please say I'm ready, but he needn't come if he doesn't want to,” said
Rose, not wishing to demand too much of her promising penitent.
“If he has gone into that barroom, I'll have him out, no matter who is
there!” growled Mac to himself as he made his way to the small apartment
whither the gentlemen retired for a little private refreshment when the
spirit moved, as it often did.
The door was ajar, and Charlie seemed to have just entered, for Mac
heard a familiar voice call out in a jovial tone: “Come, Prince! You're
just in time to help us drink Steve's health with all the honors.”
“Can't stop, only ran in to say good night, Van. Had a capital time, but
I'm on duty and must go.”
“That's a new dodge. Take a stirrup cup anyway, and come back in time
for a merry-go-rounder when you've disposed of the ladies,” answered the
young host, diving into the wine cooler for another bottle.
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