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Poor Captain Jay might have been on the point of marching up to a battery. She looked at him a moment; then she said: "You'll be disappointed!" "Disappointed?" "She's much more proper than grandmamma, because she's much more amiable." "Dear Miss Tramore dear Miss Tramore!" the young man murmured helplessly. "You'll see for yourself. Only there's another condition," Rose went on.
The girl was tempted to inquire whether her grandmother called herself "everything"; but she checked this question, answering instead that she knew she was giving up much. "You're taking a step of which you will feel the effect to the end of your days," Mrs. Tramore went on. "In a good conscience, I heartily hope," said Rose.
He had had scruples about the veracity of his visits, but he had disposed of them; he had scruples about so many things that he had had to invent a general way, to dig a central drain. Julia Tramore happened to meet him when she came up to town, and she took a view of him more benevolent than her usual estimate of people encouraged by her mother.
It was thought interesting and magnanimous that Charles Tramore had not married again. The disadvantage to his children of the miserable story was thus left uncorrected, and this, rather oddly, was counted as HIS sacrifice.
Vesey's card, scrawled over in pencil and referring to the morrow's luncheon, was brought up to Mrs. Tramore. "They mean it all as a bribe," said the principal recipient of these civilities. "As a bribe?" Rose repeated. "She wants to marry you to that boy; they've seen Captain Jay and they're frightened." "Well, dear mamma, I can't take Mr. Mangler for a husband." "Of course not.
Tramore averred, was killed by the rumour of her own new birth. She was the only one of the dragons who had not been tamed. Julia Tramore knew the truth about this she was determined such things should not kill HER. She would live to do something she hardly knew what.
Tramore was to-day a more complete production for instance as regarded her air of youth than she had ever been. There was no excitement on her side that was all her visitor's; there was no emotion that was excluded by the plan, to say nothing of conditions more primal. Rose had from the first a glimpse of her mother's plan.
Tramore seems to attract everywhere!" he meant: "What a beautifully simple nature it is!" and when he said: "There's something extraordinarily harmonious in the colours she wears," it signified: "Upon my word, I never saw such a sweet temper in my life!" She lost one of her boxes at Verona, and made the prettiest joke of it to Captain Jay.
Yet he was admitted on the Tuesday, and after she had given him his tea Mrs. Tramore left the young people alone. Rose wished she hadn't she herself had another view. At any rate she disliked her mother's view, which she had easily guessed. Mr. Mangler did nothing but say how charming he thought his hostess of the Sunday, and what a tremendously jolly visit he had had.
Tramore had never manifested, to her daughter, the slightest consciousness that her position was peculiar; but the recollection of something more than that fine policy was required to explain such a failure, to appreciate Rose's sacrifice. It was simply a fresh reminder that she had never appreciated anything, that she was nothing but a tinted and stippled surface.
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