Mrs. Gregory hadn’t understood me. “Oh, if you really can keep her away, you’re welcome!”
“I only meant,” I explained to the ladies, “that you don’t really begin to see her till you have seen her: it’s afterward, when you’re out of reach of the spell.” And I told them of the interview which I had not been able to tell to Miss Josephine and Miss Eliza. “I doubt if it lasted more than four minutes,” I assured them.
“Up the river?” repeated Mrs. Gregory
“At the landing,” I repeated. And the ladies consulted each other’s expressions. But that didn’t bother me any more.
“And you can admire her?” Mrs. Weguelin persisted.
“May I tell you exactly, precisely?”
“Oh, do!” they both exclaimed.
“Well, I think many wise men would find her immensely desirable—as somebody else’s wife!”
At this remark Mrs. Weguelin dropped her eyes, but I knew they were dancing beneath their lids. “I should not have permitted myself to say that, but I am glad that it has been said.”
Mrs. Gregory turned to her companion. “Shall we call to-morrow?”