To the private apartment of Mr. Mavick, in the evening of the second
eventful day, where, over his after-dinner cigar, he was amusing himself
with a French novel, enters, after a little warning tap, the mistress of
the house, for, what was a rare occurrence, a little family chat.
“So you didn't horsewhip and you didn't prosecute. You preferred to
wriggle out!”
“Yes,” said Mavick, too much pleased with the result to be belligerent,
“I let the newspaper do the wriggling.”
“Oh, my dear, I can trust you for that. Have you any idea how it got
hold of the details?”
“No; you don't think McDonald--”
“McDonald! I'd as soon suspect myself. So would you.”
“Well, everybody knew it already, for that matter. I only wonder that
some newspaper didn't get on to it before. What did Evelyn say?”
“Nothing more than what you heard at dinner. She thought it amusing
that there should be such a crowd to gaze at the house, simply because
a picture of it had appeared in a newspaper. She thought her father must
be a very important personage. I didn't undeceive her. At times, you
know, dear, I think so myself.”
“Yes, I've noticed that,” said Mavick, with a good-natured laugh, in
which Carmen joined, “and those times usually coincide with the times
that you want something specially.”
“You ought to be ashamed to take me up that way. I just wanted to talk
about the coming-out reception. You know I had come over to your opinion
that seventeen was perhaps better than eighteen, considering Evelyn's
maturity. When I was seventeen I was just as good as I am now.”
“I don't doubt it,” said Mavick, with another laugh.
“But don't you see this affair upsets all our arrangements? It's very
vexatious.”
“I don't see it exactly. By-the-way, what do you think of the escape
suggested by the Spectrum, in the assertion that you and Evelyn had
arranged to go to Europe? The steamer sails tomorrow.”
“Think!” exclaimed Carmen. “Do you think I am going to be run, as you
call it, by the newspapers? They run everything else. I'm not politics,
I'm not an institution, I'm not even a revolution. No, I thank you. It
answers my purpose for them to say we have gone.”
“I suppose you can keep indoors a few days. As to the reception, I
had arranged my business for it. I may be in Mexico or Honolulu the
following winter.”
“Well, we can't have it now. You see that.”
“Carmen, I don't care a rap what the public thinks or says. The child's
got to face the world some time, and look out for herself. I fancy she
will not like it as much as you did.”
“Very likely. Perhaps I liked it because I had to fight it. Evelyn never
will do that.”
“She hasn't the least idea what the world is like.”
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