dear enemy-第22章
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S。 McB。
Monday。 Dear Judy：
We attended the doctor's supper party last night； Betsy and Mr。 Witherspoon and I。 It turned out a passably cheerful occasion； though I will say that it began under heavy auspices。
His house on the inside is all that the outside promises。 Never in my life have I seen such an interior as that man's dining room。 The walls and carpets and lambrequins are a heavy dark green。 A black marble mantelpiece shelters a few smoking black coals。 The furniture is as nearly black as furniture comes。 The decorations are two steel engravings in shiny black framesthe 〃Monarch of the Glen；〃 and the 〃Stag at Bay。〃
We tried hard to be light and sparkling； but it was like eating supper in the family vault。 Mrs。 McGurk； in black alpaca with a black silk apron； clumped around the table； passing cold； heavy things to eat； with a step so firm that she rattled the silver in the sideboard drawers。 Her nose was up； and her mouth was down。 She clearly does not approve of the master's entertaining； and she wishes to discourage all guests from ever accepting again。
Sandy sort of dimly knows that there is something the matter with his house； and in order to brighten it up a bit in honor of his guests； he had purchased flowers；dozens of them；the most exquisite pink Killarney roses and red and yellow tulips。 The McGurk had wedged them all together as tight as they would fit into a peacock…blue jardiniere； and plumped it down in the center of the table。 The thing was as big as a bushel…basket。 Betsy and I nearly forgot our manners when we saw that centerpiece； but the doctor seemed so innocently pleased at having obtained a bright note in his dining room that we suppressed our amusement and complimented him warmly upon his happy color scheme。
The moment supper was over； we hastened with relief to his own part of the house； where the McGurk's influence does not penetrate。 No one in a cleaning capacity ever enters either his library or office or laboratory except Llewelyn； a short； wiry； bow…legged Welshman； who combines to a unique degree the qualities of chambermaid and chauffeur。
The library； though not the most cheerful room I have ever seen； still； for a man's house； is not so badbooks all around from floor to ceiling； with the overflow in piles on floor and table and mantelpiece； half a dozen abysmal leather chairs and a rug or so； with another black marble mantelpiece； but this time containing a crackling wood fire。 By way of bric…a…brac； he has a stuffed pelican and a crane with a frog in its mouth； also a raccoon sitting on a log； and a varnished tarpon。 A faint suggestion of iodoform floats in the air。
The doctor made the coffee himself in a French machine； and we dismissed his housekeeper from our spirits。 He really did do his best to be a thoughtful host and I have to report that the word 〃insanity〃 was not once mentioned。 It seems that Sandy； in his moments of relaxation； is a fisherman。 He and Percy began swapping stories of salmon and trout； and he finally got out his case of fishing flies； and gallantly presented Betsy and me with a 〃silver doctor〃 and a 〃Jack Scott〃 out of which to make hatpins。 Then the conversation wandered to sport on the Scotch moors； and he told about one time when he was lost； and spent the night out in the heather。 There is no doubt about it； Sandy's heart is in the highlands。
I am afraid that Betsy and I have wronged him。 Though it is hard to relinquish the interesting idea； he may not； after all； have committed a crime。 We are now leaning to the belief that he was crossed in love。
It's really horrid of me to make fun of poor Sandy； for； despite his stern bleakness of disposition； he's a pathetic figure of a man。 Think of coming home after an anxious day's round to eat a solitary dinner in that grim dining room！
Do you suppose it would cheer him up a little if I should send my company of artists to paint a frieze of rabbits around the wall？
With love； as usual；
SALLIE。
Dear Judy：
Aren't you ever coming back to New York？ Please hurry！ I need a new hat； and am desirous of shopping for it on Fifth Avenue； not on Water Street。 Mrs。 Gruby； our best milliner； does not believe in slavishly following Paris Fashions； she originates her own styles。 But three years ago； as a great concession to convention； she did make a tour of the New York shops； and is still creating models on the uplift of that visit。
Also； besides my own hat； I must buy 113 hats for my children； to say nothing of shoes and knickerbockers and shirts and hair…ribbons and stockings and garters。 It's quite a task to keep a little family like mine decently clothed。
Did you get that big letter I wrote you last week？ You never had the grace to mention it in yours of Thursday； and it was seventeen pages long； and took me DAYS to write。
Yours truly；
S。 McBRIDE。
P。S。 Why don't you tell me some news about Gordon？ Have you seen him； and did he mention me？ Is he running after any of those pretty Southern girls that Washington is so full of？ You know that I want to hear。 Why must you be so beastly uncommunicative？
Tuesday； 4：27 P。M。 Dear Judy：
Your telegram came two minutes ago by telephone。
Yes； thank you； I shall be delighted to arrive at 5：49 on Thursday afternoon。 And don't make any engagements for that evening； please； as I intend to sit up until midnight talking John Grier gossip with you and the president。
Friday and Saturday and Monday I shall have to devote to shopping。 Oh； yes； you're right； I already possess more clothes than any jailbird needs； but when spring comes； I must have new plumage。 As it is； I wear an evening gown every night just to wear them outno； not entirely that； to make myself believe that I'm still an ordinary girl despite this extraordinary life that you have pushed me into。
The Hon。 Cy found me yesterday arrayed in a Nile…green crepe （Jane's creation； though it looked Parisian）。 He was quite puzzled when he found I wasn't going to a ball。 I invited him to stay and dine with me； and he accepted！ We got on very affably。 He expands over his dinner。 Food appears to agree with him。 If there's any Bernard Shaw in New York just now； I believe that I might spare a couple of hours Saturday afternoon for a matinee。 G。 B。 S。's dialogue would afford such a life…giving contrast to the Hon。 Cy's。
There's no use writing any more； I'll wait and talk。
ADDIO。
SALLIE。
P。S。 Oh dear！ just as I had begun to catch glimmerings of niceness in Sandy； he broke out again and was ABOMINABLE。 We unfortunately have five cases of measles in this institution； and the man's manner suggests that Miss Snaith and I gave the measles to the children on purpose to make him trouble。 There are many days when I should be willing to accept our doctor's resignation。
Wednesday。 Dear Enemy：
Your brief and dignified note of yesterday is at hand。 I have never known anybody whose literary style resembled so exactly his spoken word。
And you will be greatly obliged if I will drop my absurd fashion of calling you 〃Enemy〃？ I will drop my absurd fashion of calling you Enemy just as soon as you drop your absurd fashion of getting angry and abusive and insulting the moment any little thing goes wrong。
I am leaving tomorrow afternoon to spend four days in New York。
Yours truly；
S。 McBRIDE。
CHEZ THE PENDLETONS； New York。 My dear Enemy：
I trust that this note will find you in a more affable frame of mind than when I saw you last。 I emphatically repeat that it was not due to the carelessness of the superintendent of our institution that those two new cases of meas
