New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Short stories, American
The morning after their arrival in Saratoga, when they were walking in
Congress Park, Mary had pointed out John to her, and she remembered that
he had seemed to her very old. Of course, he was not really old; she
knew now that he was just forty; but she was only twenty herself, and at
first sight he had impressed her as an elderly man. That evening he came
over to their hotel to call on Mr. Morton, and he was presented to her.
Mary had been telling her how his wife had died the summer before, and
how he had been inconsolable; and so she could not help sympathizing
with him, nor could she deny that he had seemed to be taken with her
from the beginning. Instead of talking to Mr. Morton or to Mary, he kept
turning to her and asking her opinion. Before he got up to go he had
invited them all to go down to the lake with him the next day for a fish
dinner. Twenty-four hours later he had asked her to drive with him
alone, and while she was wavering Mary had accepted for her; and really
she did not see why she should not go with him. She had liked him from
the first, he was so quiet and reserved, and then he had been so lonely
since the death of his wife. On Sunday he had taken her to church; and
the next morning he had moved over to their hotel. She had been afraid
that Mary might tease her; but she did not care, for she was getting to
like to have him attentive to her. She had made up her mind not to pay
any regard to anything Mary might say. What Mary did say was to ask her
to stay on another fortnight. She wondered now what would have happened
if her father had refused his permission. As it was, she remained in
Saratoga two weeks longer--and so did John, though Mr. Morton said that
the senior partner of Blackstock, Rawlings & Cameron had lots of things
to do in New York. Then Mary used to smile and to tell her husband that
Mr. Blackstock had more pressing business on hand in Saratoga than in
New York.
At last they all started for home again, and John had come with them as
far as Albany. When he held her hand just as the car was going and said
good-by, it was rather abruptly that he asked her if he might come and
see her at Norwich--and he had blushed as he explained that he might be
called there soon on important business.
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