“I guess you mean that to be cutting, don’t you?”
“Let me try to tell you how much I liked New York, when I went back there some years ago after an absence of ten or eleven years. I had some idea, you know, of perhaps returning to live in America. Well, I shivered. I shut my eyes. I held my ears. I fled. I remained just the time I was forced to by the affairs of my poor mother and, as I tell you, I fled!”
107“Why, what’s the matter with New York?”
“I will tell you what is the matter with New York, with Boston, with all the places in America that I have seen again since I was grown up–”
“No! Stop! Don’t say anything against America. It’s the one way to make me mad.–I didn’t know you felt the same way about Florence. You aren’t an Italian, are you? It’s because we’re both alike Americans that we sit here fighting so chummily.”
108CHAPTER VII
Lending her spacious front room for the Christmas bazaar in aid of the church, and beholding it full of bustle and brightness, was the thing that brought to the acute stage Mrs. Hawthorne’s longing to see her whole house the scene of some huge good time: she sent out innumerable invitations to a ball. Mrs. Foss’s card was inclosed with hers. It was a farewell party given for Brenda, whose day of sailing was very near. The frequent inquiry how Brenda should be crossing the ocean so late in the year met with the answer that her traveling companions had a brother whose wedding had been timed thus awkwardly for them.
On the morning of the day before the ball Gerald came to see Mrs. Hawthorne. He was still intrusting the servant with his message when Aurora, leaning over the railing of the hallway above, called down to him, “Come right upstairs!”
He was aware of unusual activities all around–workmen, the sound of hammering, housemaids plying brooms and brushes. Leslie Foss, with her hat on, looked from the dining-room and said, “Hello, Gerald!” too busy for anything more. Fräulein seemed to be with her, helping at something.