The dark face of Landini, his Chief, across the dinner table, when his eyes sought it was indecipherable to him; but, shut as it was, he was reminded by it, not to the improvement of his spirits, of a little personal hope, a just and rational hope, which might have to be relinquished. After dinner he got his hostess into a quiet corner for a chat.
“Where’s Gerald?” pure curiosity made him ask, with that impertinence which his friends were accustomed to and took lightly, because curiosity and impertinence were 332part and parcel of Charlie, and if you cared sufficiently for his attractive smoothness and flashing smile to wish them near you, you must put up with the bad breeding underlying his good manners. “Where’s Gerald?” he asked familiarly.
“Gerald isn’t well enough yet to be out,” Aurora answered him, with imperfect candor. “You didn’t know he’d been ill? Why, how funny! He’s been having what you call here a ‘fluxion of the chest.’”
This ignorance of Charlie’s comforted her by proving that the news of her nursing Gerald had not spread over the town like wildfire, as she had been warned it would. Florence was not so bad or nimble a gossip as she had feared.
“I was as nice to Charlie Hunt that last evening as ever in my life,” she afterward declared, “and I thought he seemed all right.”
When he spoke of the precious porcelain jars, however, she did cut short his appetizing description with:
“Don’t speak of it. I daresn’t, Charlie. I’ve been lectured so much for extravagance, I daresn’t buy a toothpick. If these jars you speak of cost nine francs instead of nine hundred, I couldn’t, I tell you. I guess Florence has got all she’s going to out of me. I’ve turned over a new leaf.”
Aurora had all evening been so entirely her kind and jolly self that Charlie had almost forgotten the black crow. At this check, and the barren prospect opening out beyond, he remembered it, and felt a vicious little desire to pay her back for the pin she had stuck into him under, as she idiotically supposed, an impenetrable disguise. He went away, as has been said, in a bad humor.