a face illumined-第7部分
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that evening； and he at once surmised that it was the fair stranger
he had seen at the concert。
At the time； therefore； of the arrival of the evening stage he
observantly puffed his cigar in a corner of the piazza； and was
soon rewarded by seeing the object of his contemplated experiment
step out of the vehicle； with the airy grace and confidence of one
who regards each new abiding…place as a scene of coming pleasures
and conquests； and who feels sure every glance toward her is one
of admiration。 There were eyes； however； that noted disapprovingly
her jaunty self…assurance and self…assertion； and when she met those
eyes her complacency seemed disturbed at once； for she flushed and
promptly turned her back upon them。 In fact； from the time she
had first seen Van Berg's frowning face it had been a disagreeable
memory； and now here it was again and frowning still。 Although
he sat at a distance from the landing…place； her eyes seemed drawn
towards his as if by some fascination； and she already had the
feeling that whenever he was present she would be conscious of his
cool； critical observation。
Van Berg had scarcely time to note a rather stout and overdressed
person emerge from the stage； how was evidently the young lady's
mother； when Ik Stanton； with his bays and a light country wagon；
dashed up to the main entrance。 Stanton was an element in the
artistic problem that Van Berg had not bargained for； and what
influence he would have； friendly or adverse； only time could show。
While Stanton was accompanying his aunt and cousin to the register；
as the gentleman of the party； the young lady said to him：
〃That horrid artist friend of yours is here。 I wish he hadn't
come。 Did you tell him we were coming here？〃
〃No； 'pon my honor。〃
〃I have believe you did。 If so I'll never forgive you； for the
very sight of him spoils everything。〃
〃Come now； Coz； be reasonable。 From all the indications I have
seen； Van Berg is the last man to follow you here or anywhere else；
even though he knew of your prospective movements。 He is here； as
scores of others are； for his own pleasure。 So follow your mother
to your room； smooth your ruffled plumage and come down to supper。〃
Even Miss Mayhew's egotism could find no fault with so reasonable
an explanation； and she went pouting up the stairway in anything
but a complacent mood。
Stanton stepped out upon the piazza to greet his friend； saying：
〃Why； Van； it is an unexpected pleasure to find you here。〃
〃I was equally and quite as agreeably surprised to see you drive
to the door。 If you cousin had not come I might have helped you
exercise your bays。 I am doing some sketching in the vicinity。〃
〃My cousin shall not keep you from many an idle hour behind the
baysthat is； if you will not carry your antipathy so far as to
cut me on account of my relationship。〃
〃I'm not conscious of any antipathy for Miss Mayhew；〃 replied Van
Berg； with a slight shrug。
〃Oh； only indifference！ Well； if you will both maintain that
attitude there will be no trouble about the bays or anything else。
I'll smoke with you after supper。〃
〃She evidently has an antipathy for me；〃 mused Van Berg。 〃Stanton；
no doubt； has told her of my uncomplimentary remarks； and possibly
of the fact that I declined an introduction。 That's awkward； for
if I should now ask to be presented to her； she would very naturally
decline； and so we might drift into something as closely resembling
a quarrel as is possible in the case of two people who have never
spoken to each other。〃
He concluded that it would be best to leave to chance the occasion
which should place them on speaking terms； and tried to persuade
himself that her unpromising attitude towards him was not wholly
unfavorable to his purpose。 He never could hope to accomplish
anything without at first piquing her pride and wounding her vanity。
His only fear was that this had been done too effectually； and that
from first to last she would simply detest him。
In his preoccupation he forgot that the supper hour was passing；
but at last started hastily for his room。 As he rapidly turned a
sharp corner he nearly ran into two ladies who were coming from an
opposite direction； and looking up saw Mrs。 Mayhew and the flushed；
resentful face of her daughter。 In spite of himself our even…pulsed
philosopher flushed also； but instantly removing his hat he
ejaculated：
〃I beg your pardon；〃 and passed on。
As Ida joined her cousin at the supper…table she whispered exultantly：
〃He has spoken to me。〃
〃Who has spoken to you？〃
〃Your artist…bear。〃
〃How did that happen？〃
〃Well； he nearly ran over mehorrid thing！ I suppose that's
another of his peculiar ways。〃
〃Did he embrace you？〃
〃Embrace me！ Good heavens； what an escape I have had！ So this
too is characteristic of your friend？〃
〃You said he was a bear。 If so； he should have given you a hug on
the first opportunity。〃
〃He didn't have an opportunity； and he never will。〃
〃Poor fellow！ It will make him sick if I tell him so。 Well； since
it is another case of beauty and the beast； what did the beast
say？〃
〃He said that it was very proper he should say to me after all his
hatefulness。 He said； 'I beg your pardon。'〃
〃And then I suppose you kissed and made up。〃
〃Hush； you horrid thing。 I noticed him no more than I would a
chair that I might have stumbled over。〃
〃Thus displaying that sweet trait of yoursCharity。 But I thought
it was he that stumbled over you？〃
〃A musty； miserable pun！ It was he； and I'm delighted it so happened；
that the first time he ever spoke to me he had to ask my pardon。〃
〃Well； well！ I'm glad it so happened； too； and that the ice is
broken between you； for Van Berg is a good friend of mine； and it
would be confoundedly disagreeable to have you two lowering at each
other across a bloody chasm of dark； revengeful thoughts。〃
〃The ice isn't broken at all。 He has begged my pardon as he ought
to do a hundred times； but I haven't granted it； and I never will。
What's more； I'll never speak to him in all my life； never； never！〃
〃Swear it by the 'inconstant moon'！〃
〃Hush； here he comes。 Ah； 'peste！' his table is right opposite
ours。〃
〃Who is that tall and rather distinguished…looking gentleman
that just entered？〃 asked Mrs。 Mayhew； suddenly emerging from a
pre…occupation with her supper which a good appetite had induced。
〃He IS distinguished； or will be。 He's a particular friend of
Ida's； and is as rich as Croesus。〃
〃Three items in his favor；〃 said Mrs。 Mayhew complacently； 〃but Ida
has so many friends； or beaux； rather； that I can't keep track of
them。 Her friends speedily become furnace…like lovers； or else
escape for their lives into the dim and remote region of mere bowing
acquaintanceship。 I once tried to keep a list of the various and
variegated gentlemen with red whiskers and black whiskers； with
whiskers sandy； brown； and occasionally almost white； but borrowing
a golden hue from their purses； that appeared and disappeared so
rapidly； as to almost make me dizzy。 I was about as bewildered as
the poor Indian who sought to take the census of London by notching
a stick for every passer…by he met。 And now before we are through
supper on the first evening of our arrival； another appears； who
is evidently an eligible 'parti' and twice as good as the minx
deserves； but in a few days he； too； will vanish into thin air；
and another and different style of man will take his place。 Mark
my words； Ida； you will be through the woods before long； and I
expect you will take up with the crookedest of crooked sticks on
the farther side；〃 and the voluble Mrs。 Mayhew resumed her supper
with a zest which this dismal prospect did not by any means impair。
〃If I were in search of a crabbed； crooked stick； I would not have
to look farther than yonder table；〃 said the young lady； petulantly。
〃What you suppose about that dabbler in paint is about as far from
the truth as your sketch of those who are my friends。 That man
never was my friend； and never shall be。 I don't want you to get
acquainted with him or speak to him。 You must not introduce him
to me； for if you do； I shall be rude to him。〃
〃Hoity…toity！ what's the matter？〃
〃I don't like him。 Only Ik thinks he's wonderful。 He has probably
blinded our cousin to his faults by painting a flattering likeness
of the vain youth here。〃
〃But in suggesting another portrait that was not altogether pleasing；
he sinned beyond hope；〃 whispered Stanton。
Ida bit her lip and frowned； recalling the obnoxious artist's portrait
of herself as giggling and flirting through one of Beethoven's
symphonies； and she said spitefully：
〃He can never hope for anything from me。〃
〃Poor； hopeless wretch！〃 groaned Sta
