"I assure you, my dear," he continued, "that the recollection of what I suffered from the Laphams at that dinner of yours is an anguish still.It wasn't their behaviour,--they behaved well enough--or ill enough; but their conversation was terrible.Mrs.Lapham's range was strictly domestic;and when the Colonel got me in the library, he poured mineral paint all over me, till I could have been safely warranted not to crack or scale in any climate.
I suppose we shall have to see a good deal of them.
They will probably come here every Sunday night to tea.
It's a perspective without a vanishing-point.""It may not be so bad, after all," said his wife; and she suggested for his consolation that he knew very little about the Laphams yet.
He assented to the fact."I know very little about them, and about my other fellow-beings.I dare say that Ishould like the Laphams better if I knew them better.
But in any case, I resign myself.And we must keep in view the fact that this is mainly Tom's affair, and if his affections have regulated it to his satisfaction, we must be content.""Oh yes," sighed Mrs.Corey."And perhaps it won't turn out so badly.It's a great comfort to know that you feel just as I do about it.""I do," said her husband, "and more too."It was she and her daughters who would be chiefly annoyed by the Lapham connection; she knew that.
But she had to begin to bear the burden by helping her husband to bear his light share of it.To see him so depressed dismayed her, and she might well have reproached him more sharply than she did for showing so much indifference, when she was so anxious, at first.
But that would not have served any good end now.
She even answered him patiently when he asked her, "What did you say to Tom when he told you it was the other one?""What could I say? I could do nothing, but try to take back what I had said against her.""Yes, you had quite enough to do, I suppose.
It's an awkward business.If it had been the pretty one, her beauty would have been our excuse.But the plain one--what do you suppose attracted him in her?"Mrs.Corey sighed at the futility of the question.
"Perhaps I did her injustice.I only saw her a few moments.
Perhaps I got a false impression.I don't think she's lacking in sense, and that's a great thing.
She'll be quick to see that we don't mean unkindness, and can't, by anything we say or do, when she's Tom's wife."She pronounced the distasteful word with courage, and went on: "The pretty one might not have been able to see that.
She might have got it into her head that we were looking down on her; and those insipid people are terribly stubborn.
We can come to some understanding with this one; I'm sure of that." She ended by declaring that it was now their duty to help Tom out of his terrible predicament.
"Oh, even the Lapham cloud has a silver lining," said Corey.
"In fact, it seems really to have all turned out for the best, Anna; though it's rather curious to find you the champion of the Lapham side, at last.Confess, now, that the right girl has secretly been your choice all along, and that while you sympathise with the wrong one, you rejoice in the tenacity with which the right one is clinging to her own!" He added with final seriousness, "It's just that she should, and, so far as I understand the case, I respect her for it.""Oh yes," sighed Mrs.Corey."It's natural, and it's right."But she added, "I suppose they're glad of him on any terms.""That is what I have been taught to believe," said her husband.
"When shall we see our daughter-in-law elect? I find myself rather impatient to have that part of it over."Mrs.Corey hesitated."Tom thinks we had better not call, just yet.""She has told him of your terrible behaviour when you called before?""No, Bromfield! She couldn't be so vulgar as that?""But anything short of it?"
