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He went quite often to the Deans, and occasionally came over to the Underhills. Both houses were so delightful! If he only had a sister, or a brother! Or if his mother would do something beside scrub and clean the house! Social life was so attractive to him. One day she did do something else. It was February, and the snow and ice had melted rapidly.
She would be educated for a professional. Of course a Jenny Lind or a Parodi or Malibran was different; but just an ordinary singer! or one could admire an acknowledged woman of genius who had a position, or any social prestige! Ben said nothing to Delia; but she guessed his announcement had not been satisfactory. She had not been to the Underhills for six months or more.
"That's it. The quarter's rent, twenty dollars, comes due to-morrow, and I've got less than a dollar to meet it." "Won't Mr. Colman wait?" "I'm afraid not. You know what sort of a man he is, Mary. There ain't much feeling about him. He cares more for money than anything else." "Perhaps you are doing him injustice." "I am afraid not. Did you never hear how he treated the Underhills?" "How was it?"
And though the Underhills had not taken Cleanthe to their hearts with quite the fervor Dolly had awakened, they loved her very tenderly now; and she seemed to slip in among them with a new and closer bond. There would be a good deal of business to settle. John thought it better to look about for a new partner. Mr. Bradley had left quite a fortune for the times.
And the Underhills think they're good enough to company with." But the fact remained that the Underhills kept a carriage, and that Mr. Stephen had married in the Beekman family, and Chris had heard that Dr. Hoffman was considered a great catch. She was almost twenty and had never kept company yet.
Dean's, and talked and sang and discussed their favourite poems and stories, and thought how rich the world was growing, and wondered how their grandfathers and grandmothers had existed! The little rue in the Underhills' cup became sweetened presently with the balm of love and forbearance, that time or circumstances usually brings about when truth and good sense are at the helm.
"I haven't got a dollar to meet the rent, Martha," said the cooper, in a depressed tone. "Won't Mr. Colman wait?" "I'm afraid not. You know what sort of a man he is, Martha. There isn't much feeling about him. He cares more for money than anything else." "Perhaps you are doing him an injustice." "I am afraid not. Did you never hear how he treated the Underhills?" "How?"
Neither husband nor wife spoke much of the fire, but a rather gay conversation was carried on and there was much philosophical laughter of the sort that such an occasion always breeds. "I might know that you would save that statue, Jack," said Bert to one of the young Underhills. "We've been trying to break that for eleven years!"
He left sweets to the young people. And now that they had broken the ice, he hoped the Underhills would be social. They, the Bounetts, lived over in Hammersley Street, which was really a continuation of Houston. And they might like to see grandfather, who was in his ninetieth year and still kept to his old French ways and fashions. Miss Butler was very enthusiastic about the callers.
All the glories of the old Underhill house, and the silver and plate that had come over from England, and the set of real china that a sea captain, one of the Underhills, had brought from China and how it had taken three years to go there and come back.
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