Put Yourself in His Place [74]
and obedient, dear papa, and write what I shall dictate. PLEASE."
"Well, spoiled child: who can resist you?"
Then Grace dictated, and Mr. Carden wrote:
"DEAR SIR,--My daughter informs me that, as yet, you have received no remuneration for the lessons you have given her. I beg your acceptance of the inclosed check, and, at the same time, should be glad if you would put a price on the admirable bust you have executed of her.
"Yours obediently,
"WALTER CARDEN."
The reply to this letter surprised Mr. Carden, so that he brought it to Grace, and showed it her.
"DEAR SIR,--The lessons are not worth speaking of. I have learned more in your house than I taught. I beg to return the check with thanks. Price of the bust, five hundred guineas.
"Yours obediently,
"HENRY LITTLE."
Grace colored up, and her eyes sparkled. "That young man wants humbling."
"I don't see that, really. He is very civil, and I presume this five hundred guineas is just a polite way of saying that he means to keep it. Wants it for an advertisement, eh?"
Grace smiled and bit her lip. "Oh, what a man of business you are!" And a little while after the tears came into her eyes. "Madman!" said she to herself. "He won't let me be his friend. Well, I can't help it."
After the brief excitement of this correspondence, Little soon relapsed into dull misery. His mother was alarmed, and could restrain herself no longer. She implored his confidence. "Make me the partner of your grief, dear," she said; "not that you can tell me anything I have not guessed already; but, dearest, it will do you good to open your heart; and, who knows, I may assist you. I know my sex much better than you do."
Henry kissed her sadly, and said it was too late now. "It is all over. She is going to marry another man."
"Has she told you so?"
"Not in words; but I have seen it. She has burned it into my heart."
"I wish I knew her," said Mrs. Little, very earnestly, and almost in a whisper.
"Some day, mother, some day; but not now. Oh, the tortures one heart can suffer, and yet not break."
Mrs. Little sighed. "What, not even tell me her name?"
"I can't, I can't. Oh, mother, you mean well, but you will drive me mad."
Mrs. Little forebore to press him further just then. She sat silent at her work, and he at his, till they were aroused by a fly drawing up at the door.
A fine young woman got out with something heavy, and holding it like a child in one arm, rapped at the door with the hand that was disengaged.
Mrs. Little opened the door to her, and she and Jael Dence surveyed each other with calm but searching eyes.
"If you please, ma'am, does Mr. Little bide here?"
Mrs. Little said yes, with a smile: for Jael's face and modesty pleased her at first sight.
"I have something for him."
"I'll give it to him."
"If you please, ma'am, I was to give it him myself."
Henry recognized the voice, opened the door, and invited her in.
Mrs. Little followed her, full of suppressed curiosity.
This put Jael out, but she was too patient to show it.
"It is the bust," said she; and put it softly down on the table with her strong arms.
Henry groaned. "She despises even that; she flings it at my head without a word."
"Nay; I have got a note for you."
"Then why didn't you give it me at once?" cried Henry impatiently.
She handed him the note without a word.
It ran thus:
"Miss Carden presents her compliments to Mr. Little, and sends him his beautiful bust. She is grieved that he will accept no remuneration for his lessons; and begs permission to offer her best wishes for his happiness and prosperity."
The gentleness of this disarmed Henry, and at the same time the firmness crushed him. "It is all over!" he cried, despairingly: "and yet I can't hate her."
He ran from the room, unable to restrain his tears, and too proud and fiery to endure two spectators of his grief.
Mrs. Little felt as mothers feel toward those who wound their young.
"Is it the woman's likeness?" said she
"Well, spoiled child: who can resist you?"
Then Grace dictated, and Mr. Carden wrote:
"DEAR SIR,--My daughter informs me that, as yet, you have received no remuneration for the lessons you have given her. I beg your acceptance of the inclosed check, and, at the same time, should be glad if you would put a price on the admirable bust you have executed of her.
"Yours obediently,
"WALTER CARDEN."
The reply to this letter surprised Mr. Carden, so that he brought it to Grace, and showed it her.
"DEAR SIR,--The lessons are not worth speaking of. I have learned more in your house than I taught. I beg to return the check with thanks. Price of the bust, five hundred guineas.
"Yours obediently,
"HENRY LITTLE."
Grace colored up, and her eyes sparkled. "That young man wants humbling."
"I don't see that, really. He is very civil, and I presume this five hundred guineas is just a polite way of saying that he means to keep it. Wants it for an advertisement, eh?"
Grace smiled and bit her lip. "Oh, what a man of business you are!" And a little while after the tears came into her eyes. "Madman!" said she to herself. "He won't let me be his friend. Well, I can't help it."
After the brief excitement of this correspondence, Little soon relapsed into dull misery. His mother was alarmed, and could restrain herself no longer. She implored his confidence. "Make me the partner of your grief, dear," she said; "not that you can tell me anything I have not guessed already; but, dearest, it will do you good to open your heart; and, who knows, I may assist you. I know my sex much better than you do."
Henry kissed her sadly, and said it was too late now. "It is all over. She is going to marry another man."
"Has she told you so?"
"Not in words; but I have seen it. She has burned it into my heart."
"I wish I knew her," said Mrs. Little, very earnestly, and almost in a whisper.
"Some day, mother, some day; but not now. Oh, the tortures one heart can suffer, and yet not break."
Mrs. Little sighed. "What, not even tell me her name?"
"I can't, I can't. Oh, mother, you mean well, but you will drive me mad."
Mrs. Little forebore to press him further just then. She sat silent at her work, and he at his, till they were aroused by a fly drawing up at the door.
A fine young woman got out with something heavy, and holding it like a child in one arm, rapped at the door with the hand that was disengaged.
Mrs. Little opened the door to her, and she and Jael Dence surveyed each other with calm but searching eyes.
"If you please, ma'am, does Mr. Little bide here?"
Mrs. Little said yes, with a smile: for Jael's face and modesty pleased her at first sight.
"I have something for him."
"I'll give it to him."
"If you please, ma'am, I was to give it him myself."
Henry recognized the voice, opened the door, and invited her in.
Mrs. Little followed her, full of suppressed curiosity.
This put Jael out, but she was too patient to show it.
"It is the bust," said she; and put it softly down on the table with her strong arms.
Henry groaned. "She despises even that; she flings it at my head without a word."
"Nay; I have got a note for you."
"Then why didn't you give it me at once?" cried Henry impatiently.
She handed him the note without a word.
It ran thus:
"Miss Carden presents her compliments to Mr. Little, and sends him his beautiful bust. She is grieved that he will accept no remuneration for his lessons; and begs permission to offer her best wishes for his happiness and prosperity."
The gentleness of this disarmed Henry, and at the same time the firmness crushed him. "It is all over!" he cried, despairingly: "and yet I can't hate her."
He ran from the room, unable to restrain his tears, and too proud and fiery to endure two spectators of his grief.
Mrs. Little felt as mothers feel toward those who wound their young.
"Is it the woman's likeness?" said she