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Updated: June 23, 2025
In it the two pairs of eyes met again, hazel and black. "To think that I should see that reflected from my old glass!" whispered Red Pepper Burns. Mrs. Redfield Pepper Burns stood in the doorway of her living-room and studied it with a critical eye. Within the room, on either side, stood her sister Martha, Mrs. James Macauley, and her friend Winifred, Mrs. Arthur Chester.
"I believe it will taste good," and Martha Macauley laid her head back at last against the encompassing comfort of the chair she sat in, and for the first time relaxed from the duties of hostess and the succeeding defence of her hospitality. "Don't you want my help, Red?" his wife asked him, at his elbow. He turned and looked at the gray gauze gown. "I should say not," said he.
Thither also came the detached regiments of Molineux, and there Neafie joined them with the 3d brigade, after a strong stand at their breastworks, wherein Macauley fell severely wounded, and the 156th and 176th had hard fighting hand-to-hand to keep their colors, at the cost of the staves. Birge retired along the line of works to the open ground beyond Meadow Brook, where Shunk joined him.
Cheeks none too round but milk and eggs and good red steaks will take care of that. A body like a cherubs when it's filled out a bit." "What in the name of gibberish are you giving as, Red?" inquired Macauley. "Name's Bob," went on Red Pepper. "By all the odd chances! That's what decided me. 'Bobby Burns' it was the last straw!" "Is he crazy?" asked Chester of the company. They seemed undecided.
The smoke grew thick. Macauley's cigars were of a strong brand; the air was blue with their reek. Still the guests sat about the table, and still the talk went on. It was interrupted quite suddenly by the advent of Red Pepper Burns himself. Macauley saw him first, standing in the doorway between dining room and office, but for an instant he did not know him.
Oh! we must go there again. I want you to see Peel, Stanley, Graham, Shiel, Russell, Macauley, Old Joe, and so on. These men are all upper crust here. Fust of all, I want to hear your opinion of 'em. I take you to be a considerable of a good judge in these matters." "No Bunkum, Mr. Slick." "D that word Bunkum! If you say that 'ere agin, I won't say another syllable, so come now.
"Come along, all of you, if you like. He won't wake up. He's sleeping like a top can't help it, with all that bread and milk inside of him. Part cream it was, too. I saw Cynthia chucking it in. He'd got her, good and plenty, in the first five minutes. Bless her susceptible heart! Come on." "Talk of susceptible hearts," jeered Macauley as he followed. "There's the softest one in the county."
"Something in it, possibly, do you think?" James Macauley asked, in an aside, of Mrs. Burns. "Miss Mathewson certainly has developed a lot of good looks this summer that I, for one, never suspected her of before. Whether she could interest a man like him I don't know and can't guess. He's no ordinary man.
But what I want to ask is that you and Martha Macauley will come over and see that the table looks shipshape. Cynthia's a captain of the kitchen, but her ideas of table decoration are a trifle too original even for me. Miss Mathewson's away on her vacation. I'll send in some flowers. My silver and china are nothing remarkable, bur as long as the food's right that doesn't matter."
Nothing, not even Brainard Macauley, could dull his delight. And, besides, for a few minutes he had forgotten Brainard Macauley. What more could man ask than to sit in the gloom with her, to know that he was near her again for a little while, and to talk about anything if he talked at all? Nonsense and idle exaggeration about young Fisbee would do as well as another thing.
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