“I wanted to live in life,” reiterated Mrs. Keene. “What is a glimpse of New Orleans or the White Sulphur Springs once in a great while!”
“'This world is but a fleeting show,'” quoted Rigdon, with a palpable effort to laugh off the inappropriate subject.
“Oh, that is what people always tell the restricted, especially when they are themselves drinking the wine-cup to the bottom.”
“And finding the lees bitter,” said Rigdon.
The widow gave an offhand gesture. “You learned that argument from Geraldine—he is nothing but an echo of Geraldine, Mr. Gordon—now, isn't he, Mamma?” she appealed directly to Mrs. Brinn.
“He seems to have a great respect for Geraldine's opinion,” said Mrs. Brinn primly.
“If I may ask, who is this lady who seems to give the law to the community?” inquired Gordon, thinking it appropriate to show, and really beginning to feel, an interest in the personnel of the entourage. “Am I related to her, as well as to Mr. Keene?”
“No; Geraldine is one of the Norris family—intimate friends of ours, but not relatives. She often visits here, and in my affliction and loneliness I begged her to come and stay for several weeks.”
Not to be related to the all-powerful Geraldine was something of a disappointment, for although Gordon had little sentiment or ideality in his mental and moral system, one of his few emotional susceptibilities lay in his family pride and clannish spirit He felt for his own, and he was touched in his chief altruistic possibility in the appeal that had brought him hither. To his amazement, Mr. Keene, a second cousin whom he had seldom even seen, had named him executor of his will, without bond, and in a letter written in the last illness, reaching its destination indeed after the writer's death, had besought that Gordon would be gracious enough to act, striking a crafty note in urging the ties of consanguinity.
But for this plea Gordon would have doubtless declined on the score of pressure of business of his own. There were no nearer relatives, however, and with a sense of obligation at war with a restive indisposition, Gordon had come in person to this remote region to offer the will for probate, and to take charge of the important papers and personal property of the deceased. A simple matter it would prove, he fancied. There was no great estate, and probably but few business complications.