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I was rather surprised, then, to receive a note from her a few days later, asking me to dinner; and I finally went, I am ashamed to own, more from curiosity than from any other motive. I had been, in the mean time, thoroughly coached concerning her by Mrs. Makely, whom I told of my invitation, and who said, quite frankly, that she wished Mrs. Strange had asked her, too.
The professor nodded significantly across Mrs. Makely to me, and then frowned and shook his head. I asked her if she knew what he meant. "Why, didn't you know that spiritualism was that poor man's foible? He lost his son in a railroad accident, and ever since " She stopped and gave her attention to the Altrurian, who was replying to the manufacturer's question. "We do not need any such testimony.
We spent the evening in that happy interchange of trivial confidences that lovers use in symbol of the unutterable raptures that fill them. We were there in what seemed an infinite present, without a past, without a future. Society had to be taken into our confidence, and Mrs. Makely saw to it that there were no reserves with society.
"Oh!" she said, with a long, deep-drawn sigh, as if that were the supreme moment of her life. "And are you really from Altruria? It seems too good to be true!" Her devout look and her earnest tone gave the commonplace words a quality that did not inhere in them, but Mrs. Makely took them on their surface. "Yes, doesn't it?" she made haste to interpose, before the Altrurian could say anything.
Bulkham, "that you understood I wanted one for my daughter and myself, if she came." "I certainly didn't," said Mrs. Makely, with a wink of concentrated wickedness at me. "But, if you do, you will have to say so now, without any ifs or ands about it; and if any of the tickets come back I let friends have a few on sale I will give you two." "Well, I do," said Mrs. Bulkham, after a moment.
I tell you, it's enough to make a fellow wish he was poor himself." "Yes," said Mrs. Makely, "it's astonishing how strong and well those women keep, with their great families and their hard work. Sometimes I really envy them."
Makely whom I met last summer in the mountains, and whom you thought so strange a type from the account of her I gave you, but who is not altogether uncommon here. I confess that, with all her faults, I like her, and I like to go to her house.
There is no other hope; but I did not now urge this point, and we turned to talk of other things, related to the matters we had been discussing. "The men," said Mrs. Makely, "get out of the whole bother very nicely, as long as they are single, and even when they're married they are apt to run off to the club when there's a prolonged upheaval in the kitchen."
Makely, with the sharpness of offence. "But they always pay for it." "I don't think that paying for a thing is earning it. Perhaps some one else earned the money that pays for it. But I believe there is too much work in the world. If I were to live my life over again, I should not work half so hard.
Makely, with the courage of her convictions. She was evidently not going to be put down by that sour young fellow, and I was glad of it, though I must say I thought the thing she left to rankle in his mind from our former meeting had not been said in very good taste. I thought, too, that she would not fare best in any encounter of wits with him, and I rather trembled for the result.
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