"Oh,dear!what shall we do?Perhaps it's a despatch."The conjecture moved Alma to no more than a rigid stare."I shall not go,"she said.A third ring more insistent than the others followed,and she said:"You go ahead,mamma,and I'll come behind to scream if it's anybody.We can look through the side-lights at the door first."Mrs.Leighton fearfully led the way from the back chamber where they bad been sitting,and slowly descended the stairs.Alma came behind and turned up the hall gas-jet with a sudden flash that made them both jump a little.The gas inside rendered it more difficult to tell who was on the threshold,but Mrs.Leighton decided from a timorous peep through the scrims that it was a lady and gentleman.Something in this distribution of *** emboldened her;she took her life in her hand,and opened the door.
The lady spoke."Does Mrs.Leighton live heah?"she said,in a rich,throaty voice;and she feigned a reference to the agent's permit she held in her hand.
"Yes,"said Mrs.Leighton;she mechanically occupied the doorway,while Alma already quivered behind her with impatience of her impoliteness.
"Oh,"said the lady,who began to appear more and more a young lady,"Ah didn't know but Ah had mistaken the hoase.Ah suppose it's rather late to see the apawtments,and Ah most ask you to pawdon us."She put this tentatively,with a delicately growing recognition of Mrs.Leighton as the lady of the house,and a humorous intelligence of the situation in the glance she threw Alma over her mother's shoulder."Ah'm afraid we most have frightened you.""Oh,not at all,"said Alma;and at the same time her mother said,"Will you walk in,please?"The gentleman promptly removed his hat and made the Leightons an inclusive bow."You awe very kind,madam,and I am sorry for the trouble we awe giving you."He was tall and severe-looking,with a gray,trooperish mustache and iron-gray hair,and,as Alma decided,iron-gray eyes.His daughter was short,plump,and fresh-colored,with an effect of liveliness that did not all express itself in her broad-vowelled,rather formal speech,with its odd valuations of some of the auxiliary verbs,and its total elision of the canine letter.
"We awe from the Soath,"she said,"and we arrived this mawning,but we got this cyahd from the brokah just befo'dinnah,and so we awe rathah late.""Not at all;it's only nine o'clock,"said Mrs.Leighton.She looked up from the card the young lady had given her,and explained,"We haven't got in our servants yet,and we had to answer the bell ourselves,and--""You were frightened,of coase,"said the young lady,caressingly.
The gentleman said they ought not to have come so late,and he offered some formal apologies.
"We should have been just as much scared any time after five o'clock,"Alma said to the sympathetic intelligence in the girl's face.
She laughed out."Of coase!Ah would have my hawt in my moath all day long,too,if Ah was living in a big hoase alone."A moment of stiffness followed;Mrs.Leighton would have liked to withdraw from the intimacy of the situation,but she did not know how.
It was very well for these people to assume to be what they pretended;but,she reflected too late,she had no proof of it except the agent's permit.They were all standing in the hall together,and she prolonged the awkward pause while she examined the permit."You are Mr.Woodburn?"she asked,in a way that Alma felt implied he might not be.
"Yes,madam;from Charlottesboag,Virginia,"he answered,with the slight umbrage a man shows when the strange cashier turns his check over and questions him before cashing it.
Alma writhed internally,but outwardly remained subordinate;she examined the other girl's dress,and decided in a superficial consciousness that she had made her own bonnet.
"I shall be glad to show you my rooms,"said Mrs.Leighton,with an irrelevant sigh."You must excuse their being not just as I should wish them.We're hardly settled yet.""Don't speak of it,madam,"said the gentleman,"if you can overlook the trouble we awe giving you at such an unseasonable houah.""Ah'm a hoasekeepah mahself,"Miss Woodburn joined in,"and Ah know ho'to accyoant fo'everything."
Mrs.Leighton led the way up-stairs,and the young lady decided upon the large front room and small side room on the third story.She said she could take the small one,and the other was so large that her father could both sleep and work in it.She seemed not ashamed to ask if Mrs.
Leighton's price was inflexible,but gave way laughing when her father refused to have any bargaining,with a haughty self-respect which he softened to deference for Mrs.Leighton.His impulsiveness opened the way for some confidence from her,and before the affair was arranged she was enjoying in her quality of clerical widow the balm of the Virginians'reverent sympathy.They said they were church people themselves.
"Ah don't know what yo'mothah means by yo'hoase not being in oddah,"the young lady said to Alma as they went down-stairs together."Ah'm a great hoasekeepah mahself,and Ah mean what Ah say."They had all turned mechanically into the room where the Leightons were sitting when the Woodburns rang:Mr.Woodburn consented to sit down,and he remained listening to Mrs.Leighton while his daughter bustled up to the sketches pinned round the room and questioned Alma about them.
"Ah suppose you awe going to be a great awtust?"she said,in friendly banter,when Alma owned to having done the things."Ah've a great notion to take a few lessons mahself.Who's yo'teachah?"Alma said she was drawing in Mr.Wetmore's class,and Miss Woodburn said:
