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We have some large orders and I am quite in trouble about patterns, I suppose your brother told you?" "Oh, he never tells me anything!" with an assumed air of disdain. "And he would be sure to consult Mrs. Grandon, who draws a little, like every school girl!" "I dare say he never gave it a second thought," returns Wilmarth, in a reflective manner. "Well, have you given it up?"
Marcia is in unusually high spirits, but Eugene seems tired and out of humor. He apologizes to Floyd for his defection, something quite unexpected detained him. "Eugene," he says afterward, "let us have a little talk. I want to know how matters stand. I saw Mr. Wilmarth and he feels doubtful, I should say. What is there about the machinery? The new arrangement does not work?
"What an awful fool you have made of yourself!" is the tender salutation, since Mr. Wilmarth is not present. "What you ever could see in that man passes my comprehension! He may do for business, but if I understand rightly, Floyd is not over-fond of him. I suppose that was why you married on the sly?" "I married to please myself," says Marcia, bridling, "and I dare say you did the same.
The idea of marrying Jasper Wilmarth and then lording it over everybody, is too good! And as for flirting well, I wouldn't dare flirt with you," he says, laughingly. "Floyd would soon settle me. I like you too well, I honor you too much," he continues. "There, will you not be comforted with something? Oh, I have a letter from Floyd, and he will be home to-morrow night! I came to bring it to you."
"But I have some trinkets among my luggage that you may like, gems and cameos, and some curious bracelets. I did remember that I had some sisters at home." "Oh, you are really charming! You cannot imagine how doleful we have been. Eugene could not do anything about the money, and he has been in a worry with Mr. Wilmarth and cross if any one said a word." Floyd laughs at this.
"We only came as representatives of the great family name whose dignity we are compelled to uphold in the absence of the august head of the house." Jasper Wilmarth hears this and would like to knock down the young man. "Where is Floyd?" asks Marcia, sharply. "Gone to Europe," says Eugene, with charming mendacity. "Oh," cries Violet, in consternation, "not Europe! It is Baltimore."
"It was Marcia; she was vexed about something, but you will forgive her. And Denise told me about Mr. Wilmarth in all honor to you. She adores you. And, I could not remain blind, there were many things. But I do not want to be free, indeed I do not. I will be content"; and she gives a long, heart-breaking sob.
In the Spring of 1843, Friend Hopper visited Rhode Island, and Bucks County, in Pennsylvania, to address the people in behalf of the enslaved. He was accompanied by Lucinda Wilmarth, a very intelligent and kind-hearted young person, who sometimes spoke on the same subject.
Grandon says, "you must see a lawyer now, and have all your business properly attended to. There will be nothing to discuss when Mr. Wilmarth comes." St. Vincent bows feebly. He, Grandon, must go and put these matters in train. But he who says light does not necessarily say joy. Floyd Grandon strides down the street in a great tumult of thought and uncertainty, but positive upon one subject.
I am no mechanic, and yet I have dabbled into scientific matters. But you are too ill." A spasm passes over his face, leaving it blue and pinched, and St. Vincent makes a gasp for breath. "No. I shall never be better. Do not be alarmed, that was only a trifle. You have seen Wilmarth, and he has told you; but the thing is not a failure, it cannot be!
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