“You, Mrs. Hawthorne, with your kind consent.”
“No, I couldn’t do it. I only dance a little bit, just 130what Estelle has taught me since we’ve been here. I don’t keep step very well; I walk all over my partner’s feet. Besides, it wouldn’t do, because I’ve already refused to dance with Mr. Landini.”
“Sit it out with me, then, I implore you, if you positively do not wish to dance.”
“Oh, but you must dance! I want you to. I want to behold you all stuck over with favors.”
“It’s true that I must have a few favors for Lily; but couldn’t a good fairy arrange it, and then we let the others heat themselves while we keep cool and rest? I feared a moment ago that you were feeling tired, Mrs. Hawthorne.”
“Look!” she whispered, interrupting him.
He imperceptibly turned in the direction of her stolen glance. Two figures were ascending the opposite flight of stairs, looking at each other while they inaudibly talked: Brenda, in filmy white diversified by a thread of silver; Manlio, carrying over his arm, and in his absorption letting trail a little, a white scarf beautiful with silver embroideries; in his hand a white pearl fan. Brenda’s face was angelic, nothing less. When the young and rose-lipped cherubim are full of celestial sensations and adoring, eternal thoughts, they must look as Brenda did at that moment. Manlio’s head was so turned that his night-black hair alone was presented to our friends. Slowly the pair mounted and was lost to sight.
Neither Gerald nor Mrs. Hawthorne made any comment. Gerald, after a silence, spoke of Lily’s increasing resemblance to her sister. Mrs. Hawthorne was reminded that they must go to select some favors for Lily, and led the way.
131They sat together through the cotillion, and Gerald, because he had seen the shadow of sadness on Mrs. Hawthorne’s face, tried more than usual to be a sympathetic companion, easy to talk to, easy to get on with. He was always quick to see such things.
No trace of it remained. Her dimples were in full play, but he found it according to his humor to continue uncritical, inexpressively tender, toward this big, bonny child who never curbed the expression of a complete kindness toward himself.