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Updated: May 7, 2025
"Don't you feel nervous, Dithy?" asked Trix, almost out of patience at last with Edith's serene calm. "I do horribly. And Lady Helena has got a fit of the fidgets that will bring her gray hairs to an early grave, if this day lasts much longer. Ain't you afraid honor bright?" Edith Darrell lifted her dark, disdainful eyes.
Yes, Edith and Charley had got home before her she would go and see Edith. She opened the door and went in with a swish of silk and patchouli. The candles were unlit. Miss Darrell, still wearing her hat and scarlet wrap, sat at the window contemplating the heavenly bodies. "All in the dark, Dithy, and thinking by the 'sweet silver light of the moon? O Edie! isn't it just the heavenliest night?"
"I don't believe it was a kindness after all," Charley responds. "I have a presentiment that a day will come, Dithy, when I'll hate you. I shouldn't have suffered much if you had let me freeze to death. It will be a very fatiguing experience, but I feel in my bones that it is to be." "Indeed! A Saul among the prophets. I shall not be surprised, however; it is my usual fate to be hated.
"I feel lost already, and and ever so little afraid. How big and grand it looks. Don't desert me, Charley. I feel as though I were astray in a strange land." He squeezes the little hand, he whispers something reassuring, and life and color come back to her face. "Make your mind easy, Dithy," is what he says. "Like Mrs. Micawber, 'I'll never desert you."
I didn't think it was half-past ten!" Mr. Stuart smiled, and stroked his mustache with calm complacency. "Aunt Chatty, wake up! It's midnight time all good little women were in bed." "You need not hurry yourself on that account, Dithy," Charley suggests, "if the rule only applies to good little women." Miss Darrell replies with a glance of scorn, and wakes up Mrs. Stuart.
"Oh, let us be joyful," sang Miss Stuart, waltzing in psalm time up and down the room; "we're off at last, the day after to-morrow, Dithy; so go pack up at once. It's been very jolly, and all that, down here, for the past four weeks, and you've had a good time, I know; but I, for one, will be glad to hear the bustle and din of city life once more.
Presently sails in Miss Stuart, resplendent in the pink silk and pearls, the "court train" trailing two or three yards behind her, her light hair "done up" in a pyramid wonderful to behold, and loaded with camelias. "How do I look, Dithy? This strawberry-ice pink is awfully becoming to me, isn't it? And you why, you look lovely lovely! I'd no idea you made up so handsomely.
"Poor Sir Victor!" he goes on; "he loves you not a doubt of that, Dithy to the depths of idiocy, where you know so well how to cast your victims; but hard hit as he is, I wonder what he would say if he heard all this!" "You might tell him, Charley," Edith says. "I shouldn't mind much, and he might jilt me who can tell? I think it would do us both good.
I can't express a single opinion that he doesn't laugh at. Call me sentimental if you like, but I say again he has the most melancholy expression I ever looked at. Do you know, Dithy, I love melancholy men." "Do you?" said Edith, still laughing. "My dear lackadaisical Trixy! I must confess myself, I prefer 'jolly' people.
Next week, or week after, I'll drop them a line myself. I know I must be an awful nuisance to Mrs. Darrell, but if I might trespass on your great kindness and remain here until " "My dear young friend," responded Mr. Darrell, warmly, "you shall most certainly remain here. For Mrs. Darrell, you're no trouble to her it's Dithy, bless her, who does all the nursing."
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