not for the world would a young creature like iris have let such words escape her, or such thoughts pass through her mind. whether at the bottom of her soul lies any uneasy consciousness of an oppressive presence, it is hard to say, until we know more about her. iris sits between the little gentleman and the “model of all the virtues,” as the black-coated personage called her. i will watch them all.
i am sure that the young girl can hide nothing from me. her skin is so transparent that one can almost count her heart-beats by the flushes they send into her cheeks. she does not seem to be shy, either. i think she does not know enough of danger to be timid. she seems to me like one of those birds that travellers tell of, found in remote, uninhabited islands, who, having never received any wrong at the hand of man, show no alarm at and hardly any particular consciousness of his presence.
the first thing will be to see how she and our little deformed gentleman get along together. the next thing will be to keep an eye on the duenna,——the “model” and so forth, as the white-neckcloth called her. the intention of that estimable lady is, i understand, to launch her and leave her. i suppose there is no help for it, and i don’t doubt this young lady knows how to take care of[24] herself, but i do not like to see young girls turned loose in boarding-houses. look here now! there is that jewel of his race, whom i have called for convenience the koh-i-noor (you understand it is quite out of the question for me to use the family names of our boarders, unless i want to get into trouble),——i say, the gentleman with the diamond is looking very often and very intently, it seems to me, down toward the farther corner of the table, where sits our amber-eyed blonde. the landlady’s daughter does not look pleased, it seems to me, at this, nor at those other attentions which the gentleman referred to has, as i have learned, pressed upon the newly-arrived young person. the landlady made a communication to me, within a few days after the arrival of miss iris, which i will repeat to the best of my remembrance.
he (the person i have been speaking of),——she said,——seemed to be kinder hankerin’ round after that young woman. it had hurt her daughter’s feelin’s a good deal, that the gentleman she was a-keepin’ company with should be offerin’ tickets and tryin’ to send presents to them that he’d never know’d till jest a little spell ago,——and he as good as merried, so fur as solemn promises went, to as respectable a young lady, if she did say so, as any there was round, whosomever they might be.
tickets! presents!——said i.——what tickets, what presents, has he had the impertinence to be offering to that young lady?
tickets to the múseum,——said the landlady.——there is them that’s glad enough to go to the múseum, when tickets is given ’em; but some of ’em ha’n’t had a[25] ticket sence cenderilla was played,——and now he must be offerin’ ’em to this ridiculous young paintress, or whatever she is, that’s come to make more mischief than her board’s worth. but it a’n’t her fault,——said the landlady, relenting;——and that aunt of hers, or whatever she is, served him right enough.
why, what did she do?
do? why, she took it up in the tongs and dropped it out o’ winder.
dropped? dropped what?——i said.
why, the soap,——said the landlady.
it appeared that the koh-i-noor, to ingratiate himself, had sent an elegant package of perfumed soap, directed to miss iris, as a delicate expression of a lively sentiment of admiration, and that, after having met with the unfortunate treatment referred to, it was picked up by master benjamin franklin, who appropriated it, rejoicing, and indulged in most unheard-of and inordinate ablutions in consequence, so that his hands were a frequent subject of maternal congratulation, and he smelt like a civet-cat for weeks after his great acquisition.
after watching daily for a time, i think i can see clearly into the relation which is growing up between the little gentleman and the young lady. she shows a tenderness to him that i can’t help being interested in. if he was her crippled child, instead of being more than old enough to be her father, she could not treat him more kindly. the landlady’s daughter said, the other day, she believed that girl was settin’ her cap for the little gentleman.
some of them young folks is very artful,——said her[26] mother,——and there is them that would merry lazarus, if he’d only picked up crumbs enough. i don’t think, though, this is one of that sort; she’s kinder childlike,——said the landlady,——and maybe never had any dolls to play with; for they say her folks was poor before ma’am undertook to see to her teachin’ and board her and clothe her.
i could not help overhearing this conversation. “board her and clothe her!”——speaking of such a young creature! o dear!——yes,——she must be fed,——just like bridget, maid-of-all-work at this establishment. somebody must pay for it. somebody has a right to watch her and see how much it takes to “keep” her, and growl at her, if she has too good an appetite. somebody has a right to keep an eye on her and take care that she does not dress too prettily. no mother to see her own youth over again in those fresh features and rising reliefs of half-sculptured womanhood, and, seeing its loveliness, forget her lessons of neutral-tinted propriety, and open the cases that hold her own ornaments to find for her a necklace or a bracelet or a pair of ear-rings,——those golden lamps that light up the deep, shadowy dimples on the cheeks of young beauties,——swinging in a semibarbaric splendor that carries the wild fancy to abyssinian queens and musky odalisques! i don’t believe any woman has utterly given up the great firm of mundus & co., so long as she wears ear-rings.
i think iris loves to hear the little gentleman talk. she smiles sometimes at his vehement statements, but never laughs at him. when he speaks to her, she keeps her eye always steadily upon him. this may be only[27] natural good-breeding, so to speak, but it is worth noticing. i have often observed that vulgar persons, and public audiences of inferior collective intelligence, have this in common: the least thing draws off their minds, when you are speaking to them. i love this young creature’s rapt attention to her diminutive neighbor while he is speaking.
he is evidently pleased with it. for a day or two after she came, he was silent and seemed nervous and excited. now he is fond of getting the talk into his own hands, and is obviously conscious that he has at least one interested listener. once or twice i have seen marks of special attention to personal adornment,——a ruffled shirt-bosom, one day, and a diamond pin in it,——not so very large as the koh-i-noor’s, but more lustrous. i mentioned the death’s-head ring he wears on his right hand. i was attracted by a very handsome red stone, a ruby or carbuncle or something of the sort, to notice his left hand, the other day. it is a handsome hand, and confirms my suspicion that the cast mentioned was taken from his arm. after all, this is just what i should expect. it is not very uncommon to see the upper limbs, or one of them, running away with the whole strength, and, therefore, with the whole beauty, which we should never have noticed, if it had been divided equally between all four extremities. if it is so, of course he is proud of his one strong and beautiful arm; that is human nature. i am afraid he can hardly help betraying his favoritism, as people who have any one showy point are apt to do,——especially dentists with handsome teeth, who always smile back to their last molars.
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sitting, as he does, next to the young girl, and next but one to the calm lady who has her in charge, he cannot help seeing their relations to each other.
that is an admirable woman, sir,——he said to me one day, as we sat alone at the table after breakfast,——an admirable woman, sir,——and i hate her.
of course, i begged an explanation.
an admirable woman, sir, because she does good things, and even kind things,——takes care of this——this——young lady——we have here, talks like a sensible person, and always looks as if she was doing her duty with all her might. i hate her because her voice sounds as if it never trembled, and her eyes look as if she never knew what it was to cry. besides, she looks at me, sir, stares at me, as if she wanted to get an image of me for some gallery in her brain,——and we don’t love to be looked at in this way, we that have——i hate her,——i hate her,——her eyes kill me,——it is like being stabbed with icicles to be looked at so,——the sooner she goes home the better. i don’t want a woman to weigh me in a balance; there are men enough for that sort of work. the judicial character isn’t captivating in females, sir. a woman fascinates a man quite as often by what she overlooks as by what she sees. love prefers twilight to daylight; and a man doesn’t think much of, nor care much for, a woman outside of his household, unless he can couple the idea of love, past, present, or future, with her. i don’t believe the devil would give half as much for the services of a sinner as he would for those of one of these folks that are always doing virtuous acts in a way to make them unpleasing.——that young girl wants a tender nature[29] to cherish her and give her a chance to put out her leaves,——sunshine, and not east winds.
he was silent,——and sat looking at his handsome left hand with the red stone ring upon it.——is he going to fall in love with iris?
