"You'll have to give me a receipt for a lost heart.""Oh,his heart!General,listen to--"From habit she had turned to where her dog used to lie;and sudden pain swept over her face and was mastered."Never mind!"she quickly resumed."Please don't speak about it.And you have a heart somewhere;for it was very nice in you to come in yesterday morning after--after the bridge.""I hope I have a heart,"I began,rising;for,really,I could not go on in this way,sitting down away back at the lunch table.
But the door opened,and Hortense Rieppe came into the Woman's Exchange.
It was at me that she first looked,and she gave me the slightest bow possible,the least sign of conventional recognition that a movement of the head could make and be visible at all;she didn't bend her head down,she tilted it ever so little up.It wasn't new to me,this form of greeting,and I knew that she had acquired it at Newport,and that it denoted,all too accurately,the size of my importance in her eyes;she did it,as she did everything,with perfection.Then she turned to Eliza La Heu,whose face had become miraculously sweet.
"Good morning,"said Hortense.
It sounded from a quiet well of reserve music;just a cupful of melodious tone dipped lightly out of the surface.Her face hadn't become anything;but it was equally miraculous in its total void of all expression relating to this moment,or to any moment;just her beauty,her permanent stationary beauty,was there glowing in it and through it,not skin deep,but going back and back into her lazy eyes,and shining from within the modulated bloom of her color and the depths of her amber hair.She was choosing,for this occasion,to be as impersonal as some radiant hour in nature,some mellow,motionless day when the leaves have turned,but have not fallen,and it is drowsily warm;but it wasn't so much of nature that she,in her harmonious lustre,reminded me,as of some beautiful silken-shaded lamp,from which color rather than light came with subdued ampleness.
I saw her eyes settle upon the flowers that I had brought Eliza La Heu.
"How beautiful those are!"she remarked.
"Is there something that you wish?"inquired Miss La Heu,always miraculously sweet.
"Some of your good things for lunch;a very little,if you will be so kind."I had gone back to my table while the "very little"was being selected,and I felt,in spite of how slightly she counted me,that it would be in-adequate in me to remain completely dumb.
"Mr.Mayrant is still at the Custom House?"I observed.
"For a few days,yes.Happily we shall soon break that connection."And she smelt my flowers.
"'We,'"I thought to myself,"is rather tremendous."It grew more tremendous in the silence as Eliza La Heu brought me my orders.Miss Rieppe did not seat herself to take the light refreshment which she found enough for lunch.Her plate and cup were set for her,but she walked about,now with one,and now with the other,taking her time over it,and pausing here and there at some article of the Exchange stock.
Of course,she hadn't come there for any lunch;the Cornerlys had midday lunch and dined late;these innovated hours were a part of Kings Port's deep suspicion of the Cornerlys;but what now became interesting was her evident indifference to our perceiving that lunch was merely a pretext with her;in fact,I think she wished it to be perceived,and I also think that those turns which she took about the Exchange--her apparent inspection of an old mahogany table,her examination of a pewter set--were a symbol (and meant to be a symbol)of how she had all the time there was,and the possession of everything she wished including the situation,and that she enjoyed having this sink in while she was rearranging whatever she had arranged to say,in consequence of finding that I should also hear it.And how well she was worth looking at,no matter whether she stood,or moved,or what she did!Her age lay beyond the reach of the human eye;if she was twenty-five,she was marvelous in her mastery of her appearance;if she was thirty-four,she was marvelous in her mastery of perpetuating it,and by no other means than perfect dress personal to herself (for she had taken the fashion and welded it into her own plasticity)and perfect health;for without a trace of the athletic,her graceful shape teemed with elasticity.There was a touch of "sport"in the parasol she had laid down;and with all her blended serenity there was a touch of "sport"in her.Experience could teach her beauty nothing more;it wore the look of having been made love to by many married men.
Quite suddenly the true light flashed upon me.I had been slow-sighted indeed!So that was what she had come here for to-day!Miss Hortense was going to pay her compliments to Miss La Heu.I believe that my sight might still have been slow but for that miraculous sweetness upon the face of Eliza.She was ready for the compliments!Well,I sat expectant--and disappointment was by no means my lot.
Hortense finished her lunch."And so this interesting place is where you work?"Eliza,thus addressed,assented.
"And you furnish wedding cakes also?"
Eliza was continuously and miraculously sweet."The Exchange includes that.""I shall hope you will be present to taste some of yours on the day it is mine.""I shall accept the invitation if my friends send me one."No blood flowed from Hortense at this,and she continued with the same smooth deliberation.
"The list is of necessity very small;but I shall see that it includes you.""You are not going to postpone it any more,then?"No blood flowed at this,either."I doubt if John--if Mr.Mayrant--would brook further delay,and my father seems stronger,at last.How much do Iowe you for your very good food?"
It is a pity that a larger audience could not have been there to enjoy this skilful duet,for it held me hanging on every musical word of it.
