Название: Clever Betsy
Автор: Clara Louise Burnham
Издательство: Public Domain
Жанр: Зарубежная классика
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Irving smiled. “Nixie’s got to talk,” he remarked.
“But you know,” said Mrs. Bruce, “there are snobs in the world.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“I like Mr. Nixon, anyway,” she went on argumentatively. “It isn’t necessary for a man to be handsome.”
Irving sighed. “What a blessed relief that you think so, Madama! Otherwise I’m sure you’d call upon the Creator, and make it a subject of prayer.”
“Irving, you’re making fun of me.”
“You know, Madama, that I never did such a thing.”
The stage drew to a standstill. Rosalie Vincent’s eyes were starry as she looked in worshipful silence, and she momentarily forgot her situation.
Miss Hickey gazed and chewed.
“I’ve got to have me a new apron,” she said. “A chump in the kitchen burned one o’ mine yesterday.”
The stage moved on and paused again in the picturesque pass that leads to the Golden Gate, while all eyes rested upon the Rustic Waterfall, whose tuneful grace as it leaps from ledge to ledge down the worn rock, speaks of life and beauty, striking after the desolation just passed.
Mrs. Bruce’s suspended accusation was repeated as the horses started. “You do make fun of me, Irving,” she said.
“No, no,” he returned. “I simply recognize your spirit of knight-errantry. Glorious business.” He smiled at her. “Journeying through the world and righting wrongs as you go.”
“I really do think the vines would be a lovely idea,” she declared; and the driver coughed again.
“See how the Hoodoos prepared you to revel in the present beauty,” said Irving. “You just said that it wasn’t necessary for all men to be handsome. Same thing applies to landscape, doesn’t it?”
“But his mother is very handsome, I think,” replied Mrs. Bruce, her butterfly habit of mind coming in play; “and that gentleman, – did he say – ”
“Are you talking about Nixie? Oh yes, his mother is grande dame, and I’ve heard him speak of that uncle, Mr. Derwent, often. He’s the capitalist of the family, I believe.”
“The girl,” went on Mrs. Bruce, “seems to be a companion. I noticed Mrs. Nixon didn’t say much to her.”
“Is that the sign of companionship?” asked Irving. “Something for you to fix, Madama.”
“She’s a very ladylike looking girl,” replied Mrs. Bruce.
“Nixie’ll talk to her all right if she has ears,” remarked Irving.
“It’s very nice of him to be nice to Betsy. Who else is in the stage?”
“I didn’t notice.”
“Driver,” Mrs. Bruce turned to her bureau of information, “did you notice who is on the back seat of our stage?”
The driver’s imperturbable lips parted. “They put two heavers in there, I believe,” he replied.
“Who?” Mrs. Bruce spoke in italics.
“Waitresses from the hotel. They move them sometimes with the crowd.”
Mrs. Bruce kept silence a moment to recover the shock. The presence of the Nixon party still proved the respectability of the last stage, however.
“Heavers! Is that your slang out here?” she asked at last, and laughed. “I hope that isn’t descriptive of the way we’re going to be waited on, Irving.”
Rosalie’s heart fluttered again on leaving the stage at Norris Basin; but the celerity with which the experienced Miss Hickey hurried her into the hotel to take up their duties aided her wish to be unnoticed. The verandas were alive with passengers already arrived, all ravenous from hours of coaching in the mountain air.
At last Rosalie, in her white gown and apron, stood in her appointed place, and the crowds began to be let into the dining-room. Miss Hickey was at some distance from Rosalie, and the latter felt a little hysterical rise in her throat in the knowledge that the snapping black eyes were watching for Irving Bruce.
The Nixon party came before the Bruces, and Mr. Derwent spied Rosalie and hastened his dignified footsteps toward her table.
“The waitress we had this morning,” he said to Mrs. Nixon. “She has a head on her.”
“Sounds alluringly like champagne,” murmured Robert to Miss Maynard, who ignored him.
Rosalie involuntarily gave a shy smile as Mr. Derwent nodded at her. She could have embraced them all in her gladness to be delivered from waiting on the Bruces, who now entered, and, tragical to relate, fell short of Miss Hickey’s table. That damsel, however, being at once overwhelmed with orders from a famished group, had no time to mourn.
Mr. Derwent looked with pleasant eyes at Rosalie when he ordered his soup.
“You enjoyed the drive over,” he said. “There are roses in your cheeks.”
“Yes, sir. Consommé?” returned Rosalie faintly, the blush roses referred to deepening to Jacqueminot.
Robert glanced up and saw that this was the fair girl who had kept so still behind her veil on the back seat all the morning.
“I take my hat off to Uncle Henry,” he said, again addressing Helen Maynard, who was seated beside him. “He can see more out of the back of his head than I can with my eyes.”
“I will order for us both,” said Mrs. Nixon to Rosalie; and forthwith proceeded to do so with an air which forbade levity.
When Rosalie had received her orders and hastened from the room, Robert again unburdened himself.
“If I could get at that rubber ear of Uncle Henry’s,” he remarked to his demure neighbor, “I’d tell him he was a sad dog. A very good thing he brought me on this trip.”
“Mr. Derwent’s eyes mean more to him than ours do to us, naturally,” returned Helen.
“And I tell you,” returned Robert devoutly, “anybody endears himself to Uncle Henry who brings his coffee just right. That blonde must have done it this morning. How,” turning to his mother, “does my mother enjoy democratic traveling? This girl is a peach; but you should see the other one that was with her this morning in the coach. Did you?”
“No,” returned Mrs. Nixon coldly. “Why should I trouble myself about my neighbors? I came to see the scenery.”
“Well,” Robert shrugged his shoulders, “all is, you’ve missed a chance to see how a perfect lady should behave. Her gum-manners were a dream; but cheer up! You’ll have a chance this afternoon, doubtless.”
Here Rosalie brought the soup. Helen Maynard looked up at her and received a strange impression of familiarity.
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