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"The night before I went away she ran to a fire and behaved there like a common street hoyden. The ladies of the Carewe family have not formerly acquired a notoriety of that kind." "Bah!" said Mrs. Tanberry. "The next morning, when I taxed her with it, she dutifully defied and insulted me." "I can imagine the delicacy with which you 'taxed' her.
Tanberry bounded across the room like a public building caught by a cyclone, and, dashing at the candles, "Blow 'em out, blow 'em out!" she exclaimed, suiting the action to the word in a fluster of excitement. "Why?" asked Miss Carewe, startled, as she rose to her feet. The candles were out before the question. "'Why!" repeated the merry, husky voice in the darkness.
A numerous but careful sound of footsteps came from the hall, went by her door and out across the veranda. Silently she waited until she heard her father go alone to his room. She took the candle and went in to Mrs. Tanberry. She set the light upon a table, pulled a chair close to the bedside, and placed her cool hand lightly on the great lady's forehead. "Isn't it very late, child?
The way they follow me!" Mrs. Tanberry was irresistible: she filled the whole place otherwise than by the mere material voluminousness of her; bubbling over with froth of nonsense which flew through the house, driven by her energy, like sea-foam on a spring gale; and the day, so discordantly begun for Miss Betty, grew musical with her own laughter, answering the husky staccato of the vivacious newcomer.
Tappingham Marsh spoke the truth, indeed, when he exclaimed in parting, "O rare Mrs. Tanberry!" But the house had not done with serenades that night.
Tanberry, nestling to her like a young sapling on a hillside.
"I thank you," retorted her host. "Perhaps if you treated your daughter even a decent Indian's kind of politeness, you'd enjoy better health." "Ah! And in what failure to perform my duty toward her have I incurred your displeasure?" "Where is she now?" exclaimed the other excitably. "Where is she now?" "I cannot say." "Yes, you can, Robert Carewe!" Mrs. Tanberry retorted, with a wrathful gesture.
Good God! am I never to hear the last of him? Cummings wrote it, the fool, the lying, fawning, slobbering fool; he ought to be shot for it! Neither he nor his paper ever enter my doors again! And I took the dirty sheet from her hands and tore it to pieces " "Yes," interposed Mrs. Tanberry, "it looks as if you had done it with your teeth." " And stamped it into the ground!"
"People of our age oughtn't to be bothered with obeying; there'll be time enough for that when we get old and can't enjoy anything. Ha, ha!" Mrs. Tanberry punctuated her observations with short volleys of husky laughter, so abrupt in both discharge and cessation that, until Miss Betty became accustomed to the habit, she was apt to start slightly at each salvo.
Carewe was not at home, and had announced that though he intended to honor the evening meal by his attendance, he should be away for the evening itself; as comment upon which statement Mrs. Tanberry had offered ambiguously the one word, "Amen!"
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