The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 15, No. 87, January, 1865: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and PoliticsVarious
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The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 15, No. 87, January, 1865: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics
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There was just then another ring; and Miss Pix started for the door, in
her eagerness to greet her visitors, but recollected in season the
tribute which she must pay to the by-laws of society, and hovered about
the parlor-door till Gretchen could negotiate between the two parties.
Gretchen's pleased exclamation in her native tongue at once indicated
the nature of the arrival; and Miss Pix, whispering loudly to Mrs.
Manlius, "My musical friends," again rushed forward, and received her
friends almost noisily; for when they went stamping about the entry to
shake off the snow from their feet against the inhospitable world
outside, she also, in the excess of her sympathetic delight, caught
herself stamping her little foot. There was a hurly-burly, and then they
all entered the parlor in a procession, preceded by Miss Pix, who
announced them severally to her guests as Mr. Pfeiffer, Mr. Pfeffendorf,
Mr. Schmauker, and Mr. Windgraff. Everybody bowed at once, and rose to
the surface, hopelessly ignorant of the name and condition of all the
rest, except his or her immediate friends. The four musical gentlemen
especially entirely lost their names in the confusion; and as they
looked very much alike, it was hazardous to address them, except upon
general and public grounds.
Mrs. Starkey was the most bewildered, and also the most bent upon
setting herself right,--a task which promised to occupy the entire
evening. "Which is the fifer?" she asked Nicholas; but he could not tell
her, and she appealed in vain to the others. Perhaps it was as well,
since it served as an unfailing resource with her through the evening.
When nothing else occupied her attention, she would fix her eyes upon
one of the four, and walk round till she found some one disengaged
enough to label him, if possible; and as the gentlemen had much in
common, while Mrs. Starkey's memory was confused, there was always room
for more light.
Miss Pix meanwhile had disentangled Nicholas from Mrs. Starkey, and, as
one newly arrived in the court, was recounting to him the origin of her
party.
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