The Landlord at Lion's Head — CompleteHowells, William Dean
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The Landlord at Lion's Head — Complete
Howells, William Dean
Artists -- Fiction; Massachusetts -- Fiction
Cynthia followed with the generalization: “I don't believe anybody
can know too much to keep a hotel. It won't hurt Jeff if he's been to
Harvard, or to Europe, either.”
“I guess there's a pair of you,” said Mrs. Durgin, with superficial
contempt. She was silent for a time, and they waited. “Well, there!” she
broke out again. “I've got something to chew upon for a spell, I guess.
Go along, now, both of you! And the next time you've got to face your
mother, Jeff, don't you come in lookin' round anybody's petticoats! I'll
see you later about all this.”
They went away with the joyful shame of children who have escaped
punishment.
“That's the last of it, Cynthy,” said Jeff.
“I guess so,” the girl assented, with a certain grief in her voice. “I
wish you had told her first!”
“Oh, never mind that now!” cried Jeff, and in the dim passageway he took
her in his arms and kissed her.
He would have released her, but she lingered in his embrace. “Will you
promise that if there's ever anything like it again, you won't wait for
me to make you?”
“I like your having made me, but I promise,” he said.
Then she tightened her arms round his neck and kissed him.
XXV.
The will of Jeff's mother relaxed its grip upon the purpose so long
held, as if the mere strain of the tenacity had wearied and weakened
it. When it finally appeared that her ambition for her son was not his
ambition for himself and would never be, she abandoned it. Perhaps it
was the easier for her to forego her hopes of his distinction in the
world, because she had learned before that she must forego her hopes of
him in other ways. She had vaguely fancied that with the acquaintance
his career at Harvard would open to him Jeff would make a splendid
marriage. She had followed darkling and stumbling his course in society
as far as he would report it to her, and when he would not suffer her to
glory in it, she believed that he was forbidding her from a pride that
would not recognize anything out of the common in it. She exulted in
his pride, and she took all his snubbing reserves tenderly, as so many
proofs of his success.
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