Virginia shook her head.
“I really think it shocking the ignorance in which those men have kept us about their affairs! Just suppose anything should happen to them!”
“But nothing will,” said Virginia quickly.
“How does one know that, my dear? The papers say the cholera is at Independence.”
“Oh! Don't, Anna! How can you?” and Virginia put up her hands appealingly.
“Well, dear, one mustn't always look on the bright side: It's just as well to be serious sometimes. Goodness knows! You are always saying that I am not half serious enough, and now when I am willing to be—”
“But I never meant in this way!” cried Virginia.
“I know, dear, but there is absolutely nothing else to be serious about!”
“What do they say about Mrs. Tucker and Captain Gibbs?” asked Virginia, wishing to bring Anna back to her original theme.
“They kept on of course; isn't it scandalous! I knew that woman was no better than she should be, but Bush always wanted me to be civil on account of poor Mr. Tucker. Imagine, my dear, she was his third wife! You must admit there is a sort of levity about such marriages that prevents one being altogether serious in thinking of them; but did Stephen ever tell you anything about the distillery? Every one seems to think that all of Mr. Tucker's property will go to his wife; and I always understood that he had never finished paying for the distillery; but Mr. Benson seems to think there was a settlement just before Stephen and Bushrod started West. Did Stephen ever say anything to you about it?”