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Frostwinch's one was less likely than in most houses to encounter socially doubtful characters, a fact which Arthur Fenton, who was secretly flattered to be invited here, had once remarked to his wife was an explanation of the dulness of these entertainments. For Mrs. Frostwinch's parties were apt to be anything but lively.
"For my part," she went on frankly, "I don't in the least believe in the thing as a matter of theory; but practically I have a superstition about it, because I've seen Cousin Anna. She was helpless, in agony, dying; and now she is as well as I am. If I were ill" She broke off with a pretty little gesture as they came within hearing of the others, who had halted at Mrs. Frostwinch's gate.
"It is not the coming from Washington," was Mrs. Frostwinch's reply, delivered in the same faintly satirical manner which she had maintained throughout the discussion; "it is the being merely a somebody instead of having a definite family name behind her." "It is all very well for you to make fun of my old-fashioned notions, Anna," Mrs. Ranger returned, good-naturedly. "You think just as I do."
However, we shall see what we shall see. What time are you going to Mrs. Frostwinch's?" "I am going to the Browning Club at Mrs. Gore's first. Will you come?" "Thank you, no. I have too much respect for Browning to assist at his dismemberment. I'll meet you at Mrs. Frostwinch's about ten." IN WAY OF TASTE. Troilus and Cressida; iii. 3.
"Oh, yes," his friend laughed; "but what do you or I know about women anyway?" HEART-BURNING HEAT OF DUTY Love's Labour's Lost, i. 1. As Philip Ashe, his eyes cast down in earnest thought, approached Mrs. Frostwinch's gate that afternoon, he looked up suddenly to find himself face to face with Mrs. Fenton.
"I can't stand any more of this." And at that moment a servant came to tell him that his carriage was waiting. When Mr. and Mrs. Fenton were in the carriage, driving from Mrs. Gore's to Mrs. Frostwinch's, Arthur broke into a pleasant little laugh, as if a sudden thought had amused him. "Why in the world, Edith," he asked, "couldn't you let that moon-calf Candish fight his own battle to-night?
"You must be very busy, and I suppose you have lots of engagements." "Oh, of course," he returned, with an obvious thrill of self- satisfaction. "The Boston women are always interested in art, and I could keep going all the time, if I had a mind to. I'm going to Mrs. Frostwinch's to-morrow. She wants to introduce me to Mr. Hubbard, one of the committee on the new statue."
To Orin's disappointment this fact seemed to make little impression upon Milly, who was far too ignorant of Boston's social distinctions to realize that an invitation to one of Mrs. Frostwinch's Fridays was an honor greatly to be coveted. "I am glad if people are interesting themselves in your work, Orin," she said, with a manner she tried not to make formal.
Her eyes were brimming with mocking light, and however poorly she might seem to represent ideas theological she certainly did not personify failure. Maurice laughed lightly and glanced at his friend. Ashe did not smile, but he bowed as if in resignation to the command of a leader. "You are to go to Mrs. Frostwinch's this very afternoon," Mrs. Wilson declared. "It won't do to lose any time.
The fine old lady smiled so genially that one seeing her benign countenance framed in its beautiful snowy curls, must know her well to realize that in truth she meant exactly what she said. Mrs. Frostwinch's answering smile was not without a tinge of sarcasm, "It is worse than that," she said. "You even meet actors in quite respectable houses."
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