United States -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
“Do you know what you are made of, Grace? Fire and flowers! Few men in
the world are men enough to be a match for you. But what have you been
doing with yourself all this time? Why do you come to a place like
this?”
“Maybe I had a presentiment that... What nonsense we are talking! But
what you said reminds me. It’s the strangest coincidence!”
“What is it?”
“Your Professor Meschines----”
“On the contrary, he is a most matter-of-fact old gentleman.”
“Do be quiet, and listen to me! When my mamma was a girl in school,
there were two boys there,--it was a boy-and-girls’ school,--and they
were great friends. But they both fell in love with my mamma----”
“I can understand that,” put in Freeman.
“How do you know I am like my mamma? Well, as I was saying, they both
fell in love with her, and quarrelled with each other, and had a fight.
The boy that won the fight is the man to whose house I am going.”
“Then he didn’t marry your mamma?”
“Oh, no; that was only a childish affair, and she married another man.”
“The one who got thrashed?”
“Of course not. But the one who got thrashed is your Professor
Meschines.”
“I see! The poor old professor! And he has remained a bachelor all his
life.”
“Mamma has often told me the story, and that the Trednoke boy went to
West Point, and distinguished himself in the Mexican war, and married a
Mexican woman, and the Meschines boy became a professor in Yale College.
And now I am going to see one of them, and you to see the other. Isn’t
that a coincidence?”
“The first of a long series, I trust. Is this West-Pointer a permanent
settler here?”
“Yes, for ever so long,--twenty years. He’s a widower, but he has a
daughter---- Oh, I know you’ll fall in love with her!”
“Is she like you?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen her, or General Trednoke either.”
“Come to think of it, though, nobody is like you, Grace. Now, will you
be so good as to apologize again?”
“Don’t you think you’re rather exacting, Harvey?”
However, the apology was finally repeated, and continued, more or less,
during the rest of the voyage; and Grace quite forgot that she had never
made Harvey tell what was really the cause of his coming to California.
But she, on her side, had a secret. She never allowed him to suspect
that the past eighteen months of her life had been passed as employee in
a New York dry-goods store.
CHAPTER III.
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