april hopes-第67章

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peril；　to　her　breast；　and　between　her　kissing　and　crying　she　repeated　her
accusals　and　denunciations　with　violent　volubility。

Dan　could　not　have　replied　to　them　in　that　effusion　of　gratitude　and
tenderness　he　felt　for　his　mother's　partisanship；　and　when　she　went　on　in
almost　the　very　terms　of　his　self…defence；　and　told　him　that　he　had　done
as　he　had　because　it　was　easy　for　him　to　yield；　and　he　could　not　imagine　a
Cat　who　would　put　her　daughter　up　to　entrapping　him　into　a　promise　that
she　knew　must　break　his　mother's　heart；　he　found　her　so　right　on　the　main
point　that　he　could　not　help　some　question　of　Mrs。　Pasmer　in　his　soul。
Could　she　really　have　been　at　the　bottom　of　it　all？　　She　was　very　sly；　and
she　might　be　very　false；　and　it　was　certainly　she　who　had　first　proposed
their　going　abroad　together。　　It　looked　as　if　it　might　be　as　his　mother
said；　and　at　any　rate　it　was　no　time　to　dispute　her；　and　he　did　not　say　a
word　in　behalf　of　Mrs。　Pasmer；　whom　she　continued　to　rend　in　a　thousand
pieces　and　scatter　to　the　winds　till　she　had　to　stop　breathless。

〃Yes！　it's　quite　as　I　expected！　　She　did　everything　she　could　to　trap　you
into　it。　　She　fairly　flung　that　poor　girl　at　you。　　She　laid　her　plans　so
that　you　couldn't　say　noshe　understood　your　character　from　the　start！
and　then；　when　it　came　out　by　accident；　and　she　saw　that　she　had　older
heads　to　deal　with；　and　you　were　not　going　to　be　quite　at　her　mercy；　she
dropped　the　mask　in　an　instant；　and　made　Alice　break　with　you。　　Oh；　I
could　see　through　her　from　the　beginning！　　And　the　next　time；　Dan；　I
advise　you；　as　you　never　suspect　anybody　yourself；　to　consult　with
somebody　who　doesn't　take　people　for　what　they　seem；　and　not　to　let
yourself　be　flattered　out　of　your　sensor；　even　if　you　see　your　father　is。〃

Mrs。　Mavering　dropped　back　on　her　pillow；　and　her　husband　smiled　patiently
at　their　daughter。

Dan　saw　his　patient　smile　and　understood　it；　and　the　injustice　which　his
father　bore　made　him　finally　unwilling　to　let　another　remain　under　it。
Hard　as　it　was　to　oppose　his　mother　in　anything　when　she　was　praising　him
so　sweetly　and　comforting　him　in　the　moment　of　his　need；　he　pulled　himself
together　to　protest：　〃No；　no；　mother！　　I　don't　think　Mrs。　Pasmer　was　to
blame；　I　don't　believe　she　had　anything　to　do　with　it。　　She's　always　stood
my　friend〃

〃Oh；　I've　no　doubt　she's　made　you　think　so；　Dan；〃　said　his　mother；　with
unabated　fondness　for　him；　〃and　you　think　so　because　you're　so　simple　and
good；　and　never　suspect　evil　of　any　one。　　It's　this　hideous　optimism
that's　killing　everything'

A　certain　note　in　the　invalid's　falling　voice　seemed　to　warn　her　hearers
of　an　impending　change　that　could　do　no　one　good。　　Eunice　rose　hastily　and
interrupted：　〃Mother；　Mr。　Boardman's　here。　　He　came　up　with　Dan。　　May
Minnie　come　in　with　him？〃

Mrs。　Mavering　shot　a　glance　of　inquiry　at　Dan；　and　then　let　a　swift
inspection　range　over　all　the　details　of　the　room；　and　finally　concentrate
itself　on　the　silk　and　lace　of　her　bed；　over　which　she　passed　a　smoothing
hand。　　〃Mr。　Boardman？〃　she　cried；　with　instantly　recovered　amiability。　〃Of
course　she　may！〃




XLVII。

In　Boston　the　rumour　of　Dan's　broken　engagement　was　followed　promptly　by　a
denial　of　it；　both　the　rumour　and　the　denial　were　apparently
authoritative；　but　it　gives　the　effect　of　a　little　greater　sagacity　to
distrust　rumours　of　all　kinds；　and　most　people　went　to　bed；　after　the　teas
and　dinners　and　receptions　and　clubs　at　which　the　fact　was　first　debated；
in　the　self…persuasion　that　it　was　not　so。　　The　next　day　they　found　the
rumour　still　persistent；　the　denial　was　still　in　the　air　too；　but　it
seemed　weaker；　at　the　end　of　the　third　day　it　had　become　a　question　as　to
which　broke　the　engagement；　and　why；　by　the　end　of　a　week　it　was　known
that　Alice　had　broken　the　engagement；　but　the　reason　could　not　be
ascertained。

This　was　not　for　want　of　asking；　more　or　less　direct。　　Pasmer；　of　course；
went　and　came　at　his　club　with　perfect　immunity。　　Men　are　quite　as　curious
as　women；　but　they　set　business　bounds　to　their　curiosity；　and　do　not
dream　of　passing　these。　　With　women　who　have　no　business　of　their　own；　and
can　not　quell　themselves　with　the　reflection　that　this　thing　or　that　is
not　their　affair；　there　is　no　question　so　intimate　that　they　will　not　put
it　to　some　other　woman；　perhaps　it　is　not　so　intimate；　or　perhaps　it　will
not　seem　so；　at　any　rate；　they　chance　it。　　Mrs。　Pasmer　was　given　every
opportunity　to　explain　the　facts　to　the　ladies　whom　she　met；　and　if　she
was　much　afflicted　by　Alice's　behaviour；　she　had　a　measure　of　consolation
in　using　her　skill　to　baffle　the　research　of　her　acquaintance。　　After　each
encounter　of　the　kind　she　had　the　pleasure　of　reflecting　that　absolutely
nothing　more　than　she　meant　had　become　known。　　The　case　never　became　fully
known　through　her；　it　was　the　girl　herself　who　told　it　to　Miss　Cotton　in
one　of　those　moments　of　confidence　which　are　necessary　to　burdened　minds；
and　it　is　doubtful　if　more　than　two　or　three　people　ever　clearly
understood　it；　most　preferred　one　or　other　of　several　mistaken　versions
which　society　finally　settled　down　to。

The　paroxysm　of　self…doubt；　almost　self…accusal；　in　which　Alice　came　to
Miss　Cotton；　moved　the　latter　to　the　deepest　sympathy；　and　left　her　with
misgivings　which　became　an　intolerable　anguish　to　her　conscience。　　The
child　was　so　afflicted　at　what　she　had　done；　not　because　she　wished　to　be
reconciled　with　her　lover；　but　because　she　was　afraid　she　had　been　unjust；
been　cruelly　impatient　and　peremptory　with　him；　she　seemed　to　Miss　Cotton
so　absolutely　alone　and　friendless　with　her　great　trouble；　she　was　so
helpless；　so　hopeless；　she　was　so　anxious　to　do　right；　and　so　fearful　she
had　done　wrong；　that　Miss　Cotton　would　not　have　been　Miss　Cotton　if　she
had　not　taken　her　in　her　arms　and　assured　her　that　in　everything　she　had
done　she　had　been　sublimely　and　nobly　right；　a　lesson　to　all　her　sex　in
such　matters　for　ever。　　She　told　her　that　she　had　always　admired　her；　but
that　now　she　idolised　her；　that　she　felt　like　going　down　on　her　knees　and
simply　worshipping　her。

〃Oh；　don't　say　that；　Miss　Cotton！〃　pleaded　Alice；　pulling　away　from　her
embrace；　but　still　clinging　to　her　with　her　tremulous；　cold　little　hands。
〃I　can't　bear　it！　　I'm　wicked　and　hard　you　don't　know　how　bad　I　am；　and
I'm　afraid　of　being　weak；　of　doing　more　harm　yet。　　Oh；　I　wronged　him
cruelly　in　ever　letting　him　get　engaged　to　me！　　But　now　what　you've　said
will　support　me。　　If　you　think　I've　done　rightIt　must　seem　strange　to
you　that　I　should　come　to　you　with　my　trouble　instead　of　my　mother；　but
I've　been　to　her；　andand　we　think　alike　on　so　few　subjects；　don't　you
know〃

〃Yes；　yes；　I　know；　dear！〃　said　Miss　Cotton；　in　the　tender　folly　of　her
heart；　with　the　satisfaction　which　every　woman　feels　in　being　more
sufficient　to　another　in　trouble　than　her　natural　comforters。

〃And　I　wanted　to　know　how　you　saw　it；　and　now；　if　you　feel　as　you　say；　I
can　never　doubt　myself　again。〃

She　tempested　out　of　Miss　Cotton's　house；　all　tearful　under　the　veil　she
had　pulled　down；　and　as　she　shut　the　door　of　her　coupe；　Miss　Cotton's
heart　jumped　into　her　throat　with　an　impulse　to　run　after　her；　to　recall
her；　to　recant；　to　modify　everything。

From　that　moment　Miss　Cotton's　trouble　began；　and　it　became　a　torment　that
mounted　and　gave　her　no　peace　till　she　imparted　it。　　She　said　to　herself
that　she　should　suffer　to　the　utmost　in　this　matter；　and　if　she　spoke　to
any　one；　it　must　not　be　to　same　one　who　had　agreed　with　her　about　Alice；
but　to　some　hard；　skeptical　nature；　some　one　who　would　look　at　it　from　a
totally　different　point　of　view；　and　would　punish　her　for　her　error；　if
she　had　committed　an　error；　in　supporting　and　consoling　Alice。　　All　the
time　she　was　thinking　of　Mrs。　Brinkley；　Mrs。　Brinkley　had　come　into　her
mind　at　once；　but　it　was　only　after　repeated　struggles　that　she　could　get
the　strength　to　go　to　her。

Mrs。　Brinkley；　sacredly　pledged　to　secrecy；　listened　with　a　sufficiently
dismaying　air　to　the　story　which　Miss　Cotton　told　her　in　the　extremity　of
her　fear　and　doubt。

〃Well；〃　she　said　at　the　end；　〃have　you　written　to