It is just as well that he did so, because Cynthia—well, Cynthia’s dramatic passion suddenly turned into a real one. Wise young daughters of New England manufacturers looked on with amusement and rather expected tragedy before the end of the year. After Christmas, though Gratia went home for the holidays, it somehow leaked out that the beryl she now appeared with, its pale elegance shining on her white neck above her green crepe de chine, was the gift of Marvin Mahan. They were astonished that her mother would let her accept such a thing from a man to whom she was not engaged. As a matter of fact her mother knew nothing about it.
Spring came on, and nobody suspected how far the passion for slaughter had burned in the German navy. Nobody looked into a beryl, as Rossetti’s poor Rose Mary did, and saw murder ahead. When May was white with bloom the Lusitania sailed, crowded with women and children, was torpedoed, and sank while the assassin looked on with mingled emotions.
The world received the news with unmingled emotion but not much motion. Asher Ferry was interviewed and said that the sinking of the Lusitania was undoubtedly a criminal act, but that it was precipitated by her own criminal carelessness, a remark for which Chase Mahan never forgave him. Marvin was impotently enraged. Jimmy apologized for Asher Ferry, and Marvin gave Jimmy credit for judicial balance. There was however no art to read Jimmy’s construction in his face. Nobody but his mother perceived that the taciturn youth had fallen deeply and painfully in love.
June came, and Marvin was invited once more to Wickford before his graduation. Apple blooms were past, but Jimmy’s mother on the porch looked like a bit of orchard herself, her shawl and hair so white, her thin cheeks so ruddy. She rose and greeted Marvin cordially, but put her hands behind her.
“My knuckles are worse than usual tonight.”
“That gives me a perfect excuse,” said Marvin, and kissed her.
Jimmy departed to look after his car, and Marvin seated himself.
“Dear lady, you’ll not be tried with me any more.”
“I can’t say that you’ve been a trial. You do shake hands too warmly sometimes, but you have been good for Jimmy. You have sometimes persuaded him to talk a little.”
“Talking isn’t Jimmy’s long suit. He is going to be a very great mechanical engineer and a very great business manager.”