“Why, he's old enough to be her father,” Eunice said.
“What of that, if he only gets cured of his consumption?” said Aunt Maria. She herself felt disgusted, but she had a pleasure in concealing her disgust from her sister-in-law. “Lots of girls would jump at him,” said she.
“I wouldn't have when I was a girl,” Eunice remarked, in a mildly reminiscent manner.
“You don't know what you would have done if you hadn't got my brother,” said Aunt Maria.
“I would never have married anybody,” Eunice replied, with a fervent, faithful look. As she spoke, she seemed to see Henry Stillman as he had been, when a young man and courting her, and she felt as if a king had passed her field of memory to the exclusion of all others.
“Maybe you wouldn't have,” said her sister-in-law, “but nowadays girls have to take what they can get. Men ain't so anxious to marry. When a man had to have all his shirts and dickeys made he was helpless, to say nothing of his pants, but nowadays he can get everything ready-made, and it doesn't make so much difference to him whether he gets married or not. He can have a good deal more for himself, if he's an old bachelor.”
“Maybe you are right,” said Eunice, “but I know when I was a girl Maria's age I wouldn't have let an old man like Professor Lane, with the consumption, too, tie my shoes. Do you suppose he really sent her the roses?”
“Who else could have sent them?”
“They must have cost an awful sight of money,” said Eunice, in an awed tone. Then she stopped, for Maria re-entered the room with the roses in a tall vase. She wore some of them pinned to the shoulder of her blue gown that evening. She knew who had sent them, and it seemed to her that she did not overestimate the significance of the sending. When she started for Westbridge that evening she was radiant. She had the roses carefully pinned in tissue-paper to protect them from the cold; her long, blue cloak swept about her in graceful folds, she wore a blue hat with a long, blue feather.
“Why didn't you wear a head tie?” asked Aunt Maria. “Ain't you afraid you will spoil that hat if you take it off? The feather will get all mussy.”