HOW MISS FANNY SLAMMED THE DOOR IN VERTY'S FACE.
As Redbud sat thus disconsolate, a footstep in the apartment attracted
her attention, and raising her tearful eyes, she saw her friend Fanny,
who had run in, laughing, as was her wont. Fanny was a handsome little
brunette, about Redbud's age, and full of merriment and glee--perhaps
_sparkle_ would be the better word, inasmuch as this young lady always
seemed to be upon the verge of laughter--brim full with it, and ready
to overflow, like a goblet of Bohemian glass filled with the "foaming
draught of eastern France," if we may be permitted to make so unworthy
a comparison. Her merry black eyes were now dancing, and her ebon
curls rippled from her smooth dark brow like midnight waves.
"Oh! here's your beau, Reddy!" cried Miss Fanny, clapping her hands;
"you pretended not to know him as he came up the hill. Make haste! you
never saw such an elegant cavalier as he has made himself!"
Redbud only smiled sadly, and turned away her head.
Miss Fanny attributed this manoeuvre to a feeling very different from
the real one; and clapping her hands more joyfully than ever, cried:
"There you are! I believe you are going to pretend he ain't your beau!
But you need not, madam. As if I did'nt know all about it--"
"Oh, Fanny!" murmured poor Redbud.
"Come! no secrets from me! That old Miss Lavinia has treated you
badly, I know; I don't know how, but she made you cry, and I will not
have anything to say to her, if she _is_ your cousin. Forget all about
it, Reddy, and make haste down, Verty is waiting for you--and oh! he's
so elegant. I never saw a nicer fellow, and you know I always thought
he was handsome. I would set my cap at him," said Miss Fanny, with a
womanly air, "if it was'nt for you."
Redbud only murmured something.
"Come on!" cried Fanny, trying to raise her friend forcibly, "I tell
you Verty is waiting, and you are only losing so much talk; they never
_will_ let our beaux stay long enough, and as to-day's holiday, you
will have a nice chat. My cousin Ralph, you know, is coming to see me
to-day, and we can have such a nice walk out on the hill--come on,
Reddy! we'll have such a fine time!"
Suddenly Miss Fanny caught sight of the tears in Redbud's eyes, and
stopped.
"What! crying yet at that old Miss Lavinia!" she said; "how can you
mind her so!"
"Oh! I'm very unhappy!" said poor Redbud, bursting into tears; her
self-control had given away at last. "Don't mind me, Fanny, but I
can't help it--please don't talk any more about Verty, or walking out,
or anything."
Fanny looked at her friend for a moment, and the deep sadness on
Redbud's face banished all her laughter.
"Why not talk about him?" she said, sitting down by Redbud.
"Because I can't see him any more."
"Can't see him!"
"No--not to-day."
"Why?"
Redbud wiped her eyes.
"Because--because--oh! I can't tell you, Fanny!--I can't--it's
wrong in cousin Lavinia!--I know it is!--I never meant--oh! I am so
unhappy!"
And Redbud ended by bursting into a flood of tears, which caused the
impulsive and sympathetic Fanny, whose lips had for some moments been
twitching nervously, to do the same.
"Don't cry, Fanny--please don't cry!" said Redbud.
"I'm not crying!" said Miss Fanny, shedding floods of tears--"I'm not
sorry--I'm mad with Miss Lavinia for making _you_ cry; I hate her!"
"Oh!" sobbed Redbud, "that is very wrong."
"I don't care."
"She's my cousin."
"No matter! She had no business coming here and making you unhappy."
With which Miss Fanny sniffed, if that very inelegant word may be
applied to any action performed by so elegant a young lady.
"Yes! she had no business--the old cat!" continued the impulsive
Fanny, "and I feel as if I could scratch her eyes out!--to make you
cry!"
"But I won't any more," said Redbud, beginning afresh.
"And I will stop, too," said Fanny, becoming hysterical.
After which solemn determination to be calm, and not display any
further emotion on any account, the two young ladies, sinking into
each other's arms, cried until their white handkerchiefs were
completely wetted by their tears.
They had just managed to suppress their emotion somewhat--preparatory
to commencing again, doubtless--when the door of the apartment opened,
and a servant girl announced to Miss Redbud that a gentleman had
come to see her, and was waiting for that purpose at the foot of the
stairs.
"Oh! I can't see him," said Redbud, threatening a new shower.
"You shall!" said Fanny, laughing through her tears.
"Oh, no! no!" said Redbud.
"What shall I tell 'um, Miss," said the servant?
"Oh, I can't go down--tell Verty that--"
"She'll be down in a minute," finished Fanny.
"No, no, I must not!"
"You shall!"
"Fanny--!"
"Come, no nonsense, Reddy! there! I hear his voice--oh, me! my
goodness gracious!"
These sudden and apparently remarkable exclamations may probably
appear mysterious and without reason to the respected readers who do
us the honor to peruse our history; but they were in reality not at
all extraordinary under the circumstances, and were, indeed, just what
might have been expected, on the generally accepted theories of cause
and effect.
In a single word, then, the lively Miss Fanny had uttered the emphatic
words, "Oh, me!--my goodness gracious!" because she had heard upon the
staircase the noise of a masculine footstep, and caught sight of a
masculine cocked-hat ascending;--which phenomenon, arguing again upon
the theories of cause and effect, plainly indicated that a head was
under the chapeau--the head of one of the opposite sex.
Redbud raised her head quickly at her friend's exclamation, and
discerned the reason therefor. She understood, at a glance, that Verty
had become impatient, waiting in the hall down stairs;--bad heard her
voice from the room above; and, following his wont at Apple Orchard,
quite innocently bethought himself of saving Redbud the trouble of
descending, by ascending to her.
Verty sent his voice before him--a laughing and jubilant voice, which
asked for Redbud.
Fanny jumped up and ran to the door, just as the young man placed his
foot upon the landing, and stood before the group.
Verty made a low bow, and greeted Miss Fanny with one of the most
fascinating smiles which could possibly be imagined. Fanny slammed the
door in his face, without the least hesitation.
For a moment, Verty stood motionless and bewildered, vainly striving
to make out what this extraordinary occurrence meant. At Apple
Orchard, as we have said, the doors had never been slammed in his
face. On the contrary, he had ranged freely over the mansion, amusing
himself as seemed best to him: taking down a volume here--opening a
closet there--strolling into the Squire's room, or Redbud's room,
where that young lady was studying--and even into the apartment of the
dreadful Miss Lavinia, where sat that solemn lady, engaged in the task
of keeping the household wardrobe, stockings, and what not, in good
condition. No one had ever told Verty that there was the least
impropriety in this proceeding; and now, when he only meant to do what
he had done a thousand times before, he had a door banged in his face,
as if he were a thief with hostile intentions toward the spoons.
For some moments, therefore, as we have said, the young man stood
thunderstruck and motionless. Then, considering the whole affair a
joke, he began to laugh; and essayed to open the door.
In vain. Fanny, possibly foreseeing this, had turned the key.
"Redbud!" said Verty.
"Sir?" said a voice; not Redbud's, however.
"Let me in."
"I shall do nothing of the sort," replied the voice.
"Why?" said Verty, with ready philosophy; "it's nobody but me."
"Hum!" said the voice again, in indignant protest against the force of
any such reasoning.
"You are not Redbud," continued the cavalier; "I want to see Redbud."
"Well, sir,--go down, and Reddy may come and see you," the voice
replied; "as long as you stand there, you will not lay eyes on her--if
you stay a week, or a year."
At this dreadful threat, Verty retreated from the door. The idea of
not seeing Redbud for a year was horrible.
"Will you come down, Redbud, if I go?" he asked.
Voices heard in debate.
"Say?" said Verty.
After a pause, the voice which had before spoken, said:
"Yes; go down and wait ten minutes."
Verty heaved a sigh, and slowly descended to the hall again. As he
disappeared, the door opened, and the face of Fanny was seen carefully
watching the enemy's retreat. Then the young girl turned to Redbud,
and, clapping her hands, cried:
"Did you ever!--what an impudent fellow! But you promised, Reddy!
Come, let me fix your hair!"
Redbud sighed, and assented.