the fortunes of oliver horn-第5部分
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The new arrival bent her neck until Malachi had relieved her of the long hooded cloak； gave a quick stamp with her little feet as she shook out her balloon skirts； and settled herself on the hall…settee while Malachi unwound the white worsted 〃nubia〃 from her aristocratic throat。 This done； she； too； held a short consultation with the hall…mirror； carefully dusting； with her tiny handkerchief； the little pats of powder still left on her cheeks； and with her jewelled fingers smoothing the soft hair parted over her forehead； and tightening meanwhile the side… combs that kept in place the clusters of short curls which framed her face。 Then； with head erect and a gracious recognition of the old servant's ministrations； she floated past Malachi； bent double in her honor。
〃Oh； I heard you； Nathan；〃 she laughed； waving her fan toward him as she entered the room。 〃I'm not one minute late。 Did you ever hear such impudence； Sallie； and all because he reached your door one minute before me；〃 she added； stooping to kiss Mrs。 Horn。 Punctuality was one of the cardinal virtues of this most distinguished； prim； precise； and most lovable of old maids。 〃You are really getting to be dreadful； Mr。 Nathan Gill； and so puffed up isn't he； Richard？〃 As she spoke she turned abruptly and faced both gentlemen。 Then； with one of her rippling laughsa laugh that Richard always said reminded him of the notes of a birdshe caught her skirts in her fingers； made the most sweeping of courtesies and held out her hands to the two gentlemen who were crossing the room to meet her。
Richard； with the bow of a Cavalier； kissed the one offered him as gallantly as if she had been a duchess； telling her he had the rarest treat in store for her as soon as Unger came； and Nathan with mock devotion held the other between his two palms； and said that to be scolded by Miss Clendenning was infinitely better than being praised by anybody else。 These pleasantries over； the two old gallants returned to the piano to wait for Max Unger and to study again the crumpled pages of the score which lay under the soft light of the candles。
The room relapsed once more into its wonted quiet； broken only by the whispered talk of well…bred people careful not to disturb each other。 Mrs。 Horn had begun to knit again。 Miss Clendenning stood facing the fire； one foot resting on the fender。
This wee foot of the little lady was the delight and admiration of all the girls about Kennedy Square； and of many others across the seas； too men and women for that matter。 To…night it was encased in a black satin slipper and in a white spider… web stocking； about which were crossed two narrow black ribbons tied in a bow around the anklesuch a charming little slipper peeping out from petticoats all bescalloped and belaced！ Everything in fact about this dainty old maid； with her trim figure filling out her soft white fichu； still had that subtlety of charm which had played havoc with more than one heart in her day。 Only Sallie Horn； who had all the dear woman's secrets； knew where those little feet had stepped and what hopes they had crushed。 Only Sallie Horn； too； knew why the delicate finger was still bare of a plain gold ring。 The world never thought it had made any difference to Miss Lavinia； but then the world had never peeped under the lower lid of Miss Clendenning's heart。
Suddenly the hushed quiet of the room was broken by a loud knock at the front door； or rather by a series of knocks； so quick and sharp that Malachi started from his pantry on the run。
〃That must be Max；〃 said Richard。 〃Now； Lavinia； we will move the piano； so as to give you more room。〃
Mrs。 Horn pushed back her chair； rose to her feet； and stood waiting to receive the noted 'cellist； without whom not a note could be sounded； and Miss Clendenning took her foot from the fender and dropped her skirts。
But it was not Max！
Not wheezy； perspiring old Max Unger after all； walking into the room mopping his face with one hand and with the other lugging his big 'cello； embalmed in a green baize baghe would never let Malachi touch itnot Max at all； but a fresh； rosy… cheeked young fellow of twenty…two； who came bounding in with a laugh； tossing his hat to Malachi a well…knit； muscular young fellow； with a mouth full of white teeth and a broad brow projecting over two steel…blue eyes that were snapping with fun。
With his coming the quiet of the place departed and a certain breezy atmosphere permeated the room as if a gust of cool wind had followed him。 With him； too； came a hearty； whole…souled joyousness a joyousness of so sparkling and so radiant a kind that it seemed as if all the sunshine he had breathed for twenty years in Kennedy Square had somehow been stored away in his boyish veins。
〃Oh； here you are； you dear Miss Lavinia；〃 he cried out； his breath half gone from his dash across the Square。 〃How did you get here first？〃
〃On my two feet； you stupid Oliver；〃 cried Miss Lavinia； shaking her curls at him。 〃Did you think somebody carried me？〃
〃No； I didn't； but that wouldn't be much to carry； Miss Midget。〃 His pet name for her。 〃But which way did you come？ I looked up and down every path and〃
〃And went all the way round by Sue Clayton's to find me； didn't you？ Oh； you can't throw dust in the Midget's eyes； you young rascal！〃 and she stretched up her two dainty hands； drew his face toward her； and kissed him on the lips。
〃There〃 and she patted his cheek 〃now tell me all about it； you dear Ollie。 What did you want to see me for？〃 she added with one of those quick divinations that made her so helpful a confidante。 Then； in a lowered voice 〃What has Sue done？〃
〃Nothingnot one thing。 She isn't bothering her head about me。 I only stopped there to leave a book； and〃
Mrs。 Horn； with laughing； inquiring eyes； looked up from her chair at Miss Clendenning； and made a little doubting sound with her lips。 Black…eyed Sue Clayton； with her curls down her back； home from boarding…school for the Easter holidays； was Oliver's latest flame。 His mother loved to tease him about his love…affairs； and always liked him to have a new one。 She could see farther into his heart she thought when the face of some sweet girl lay mirrored in its depths。
Oliver heard the doubting sound his mother made； and； reaching over her chair； flung his arms about her neck and kissed her as if she had been a girl。
〃Now； don't you laugh； you dear old motherkins；〃 he cried； drawing her nearer to him until her face touched his。 〃Sue don't care a thing about me； and I did promise her the book； and I ran every step of the way to give it to herdidn't I； Uncle Nat？〃 he added； gayly； hoping to divert the topic。 〃You were behind the sun…dial when I passeddon't you remember？〃 He shrank a little from the badinage。
The old musician heard the question； but only waved his flute behind him in answer。 He did not even lift his head from beside Richard's at the score。
Oliver waited an instant； and getting no further reply； released his hold about his mother's neck； now that he had kissed her into silence； and turned to Miss Clendenning again。
〃Come； Miss Laviniacome into the library。 I've something very important to talk to you about。 Really； now； no nonsense about it！ You've plenty of timeold Max won't be here for an hour； he's always late； isn't he； mother？〃
Miss Clendenning turned quietly； lifted her eyes in a martyr…like way toward Mrs。 Horn； who shook her head playfully in answer； and with Oliver's arm about her entered the library。 She could never refuse any one of the young people when they came to her with their secretsmost important and never… to…be…postponed secrets； of course； that could hardly wait the telling。 Her little tea…room across the Square； with its red damask curtains； its shiny brass andirons； easy…chairs and lounges； was really more of a confessional than a boudoir。 Many a sorrow had been drowned in the cups of tea that she had served with her own hand in egg…shell Spode cups； and many a young girl and youth who had entered its cosey interior with heavy hearts had left it with the sunshine of a new hope breaking through their tears。 But then everybody knew the bigness of Miss Clendenning's sympathies。 It was one of the things for which they loved her。
She； of course； knew what the boy wanted now。 If it were not to talk about Sue Clayton it was sure to be about some one of the other girls。 The young people thought of nothing else but their love…affairs； and talked of nothing else； and the old people loved to live their youth over again in listening。 It was one of the traditional customs of Kennedy Square。
Miss Clendenning settled herself in a corner of the carved haircloth sofa； touched her side…combs with her finger to see that they were in place； tucked a red cushion behind her back； crossed her two little feet on a low stool； the two toes peeping out like the heads of two mice； and taking Oliver's hand in hers said； in her sweet； coaxing voice：
〃Now； you dear boy； it is Sue； isn't it？〃
〃No！〃
〃Not Sue？ Who then？〃
〃Mr。 Crocker。〃
〃What Mr。 Crocker？〃 She arched her eyebrows and looked at him in surprise。 The name came as a shock。 She knew of Mr。 Crocker； of course； but she wanted Oliver
