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Carstyle preferred the tone of Newport and Irene would not have been dependent on the charity of her friends; but as it was, they must be thankful for small mercies, and Mrs. Higby was certainly very kind in her way, and had a charming social position for Narragansett.
Carstyle, flushed and feathered, with a card-case and dusty boots. "I don't ask you in," she said plaintively, to Vibart, "because I can't answer for the food this evening. My maid-of-all-work tells me that she's going to a ball which is more than I've done in years! And besides, it would be cruel to ask you to spend such a hot evening in our stuffy little house the air is so much cooler at Mrs.
These were so considerable that Vibart walked back and forward half a dozen times between the porch and the gate, before he discovered the limitations of the Carstyle domain.
It is owing to her father's deliberate choice that Ireen and I have been imprisoned in the narrow limits of Millbrook society. For myself I do not complain. If Mr. Carstyle chooses to place others before his wife it is not for his wife to repine.
Carstyle it was with the expectation of living in New York and of keeping my carriage; and there is no reason for our not doing so there is no reason, Mr. Vibart, why my daughter Ireen should have been denied the intellectual advantages of foreign travel. I wish that to be understood.
The older man looked around vaguely: he seemed dazed. "Come away, sir, come away!" cried Vibart, gripping his arm. The buggy swept past them, and Mr. Carstyle stood in the dust gazing after it. At length he drew out his handkerchief and wiped his forehead. He was very pale and Vibart noticed that his hand shook. "That was a close call, sir, wasn't it? I suppose you thought they were running."
"I should say not, sir; it was I who funked it for you." Mr. Carstyle was silent: his head had dropped forward and he looked like an old man. "It was just my cursed luck again!" he exclaimed suddenly in a loud voice. For a moment Vibart thought that he was wandering; but he raised his head and went on speaking in more natural tones. "I daresay I appeared ridiculous enough to you just now, eh?
When Vibart, rashly trespassing on the rights of this unseen oracle, remarked that a few weeks at the seashore would make a delightful change for Miss Carstyle, the ladies looked at him and then laughed. It was at this point that Vibart, for the first time, found himself observed by Mr. Carstyle.
Carstyle, Vibart was simply the inevitable young man who had been hanging about the house ever since Irene had left school; and Vibart's efforts to differentiate himself from this enamored abstraction were hampered by Mrs. Carstyle's cheerful assumption that he was the young man, and by Irene's frank appropriation of his visits.
Carstyle, whose legal engagements did not seriously interfere with the pursuit of literature. For a week or ten days Mrs. Carstyle, in Vibart's presence, continued to take counsel with her unseen adviser on the subject of her daughter's visit to Narragansett. Once or twice Irene dropped her impersonal smile to tax Vibart with not caring whether she went or not; and Mrs.
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