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You can give out to all your friends that you have received me as a visitor, because you were kind to me, and I wanted to come back to Northbury so badly." After considerable more parley on both sides, the matter was arranged, and who more cheerful than Mrs. Bell as she tripped upstairs to prepare Matty's room for her guest.
August was the month for bathing, for yachting, for trawling. Some denizens of the outside world even came to Northbury in August; the few lodging-houses were crammed to overflowing; people put up with any accommodation for the sake of the crisp air, and the lovely deep blue water of the bay.
Bertram went to some small expense to complete the tennis courts, and she even endured the sight of the Bells and Jenkinses as they struggled with the intricacies of the popular game. She herself took refuge in Mr. Ingram's society. He applauded her efforts at being sociable, and told her frankly that he was glad she was changing her mind with regard to the Northbury folk.
"Then why did you say Eureka! and look so pleased?" "Because on that day I shall leave cards on the Northbury folk not one of them will be at home." "Shabby," muttered Catherine. Her dark cheek flushed, she turned away. Mabel put out her little foot and pressed it against her sister's. The pressure signified warning. "Then you are not going to the bazaar, mother?" she questioned. "I don't know.
Captain Bertram was not at all averse to the charms of a small flirtation. He was forced to remain for a few days in the remote little world-forgotten town of Northbury, and it occurred to him as he helped the Bells to lobster salad, and filled up Miss Matty's glass more than once with red currant wine, that Beatrice could solace him a good deal during his exile from a gayer life.
"It is such a lovely day I should like you to go on the water," she said. "At the same time, I must not think of hiring a boat this summer." "Are we so frightfully poor, mother?" asked Mab. Mrs. Bertram's brow contracted as if in pain, but she answered with unwonted calm and gentleness: "I have a fixed income, my dear Mabel, but, as you know, we have come to Northbury to retrench."
Isn't the widow of a good honest butter merchant who paid his way, and left a comfortable fortune behind him, fit to associate with any lady of the land? Mrs. Bertram, indeed! A nice way she has treated us all. It isn't every newcomer we Northbury folks would take up. We hold ourselves high, that we do. Now, what's the matter, Maria?" "We didn't hold ourselves high about Mrs.
"There is. One stops at Northbury to take up the mails at a quarter to twelve. I shall go by it." "Do you want me to go with you?" "By no means. Of what use would you be?" "I don't know. Perhaps not of any use, and yet long ago when you had headaches, Kitty could cure them." There was something so pathetic and so unwonted in Catherine's tone that Mrs. Bertram was quite touched.
There was more than one bower composed entirely of rose-trees, and there were very long hedges of sweet briar and Scotch roses. The tennis-courts were kept to perfection in the Gray Garden, and all the lasses and boys of Northbury were rejoiced when an invitation came to them to test their skill at a tournament here. There was no girl in Northbury more popular than Beatrice.
He must forget Josephine; the wrong he had done her, the vows he had made to her, could never be washed out or forgiven, but in all else he would be perfect in the future. Before he returned to Northbury for the express purpose of wooing and winning Beatrice Meadowsweet, he had written to Josephine. In his letter he had promised to marry her; he had promised to confide all about her to his mother.
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