His bride smiled at him beamingly."You'd have felt right lonesome to be out of it,David.""No apology has yet been offered,"continued Juno.
"But must your nephew apologize besides taking a licking?"inquired the Briton.
Juno turned an awful face upon hint."It is from his brutal assailant that apologies are due.Mr.Mayrant's family"(she paused here for blighting emphasis)"are well-bred people,and he will be coerced into behaving like a gentleman for once."I checked an impulse here to speak out and express my doubts as to the family coercion being founded upon any dissatisfaction with John's conduct.
"I wonder if reading or recitation might not soothe your nephew?"said the poetess,now.
"I should doubt it,"answered Juno."I have just come from his bedside.""I should so like to soothe him,if I could,"the poetess murmured."If he were well enough to hear my convention ode--""He is not nearly well enough,"said Juno.
The et cetera here coughed and blew his nose so remarkably that we all started.
A short silence followed,which Juno relieved.
"I will give the young ruffian's family the credit they deserve,"she stated."The whole connection despises his keeping the position.""Another et cetera now came into it."Is it known what exactly precipitated the occurrence?"Juno turned to him."My nephew is a gentleman from whose lips no unworthy word could ever fall.'
"Oh!"said the et cetera,mildly."He said something,then?""He conveyed a well-merited rebuke in fitting terms.""What were the terms?"inquired the Briton.
Juno again did not hear him."It was after a friendly game of cards.My nephew protested against any gentleman remaining at the custom house since the recent insulting appointment."I was now almost the only member of the party who had preserved strict silence throughout this very interesting conversation,because,having no wish to converse with Juno at any time,I especially did not desire it now,just after her seeing me (I thought she must have seen me)in amicable conference with the object of her formidable displeasure.
"Every Mayrant is ferocious that I ever heard of,"she continued."You cannot trust that seemingly delicate and human exterior.His father had it,too--deceiving exterior and raging interior,though I will say for that one that he would never have stooped to humiliate the family name as his son is doing.His regiment was near by when the Northern vandals burned our courthouse,and he made them run,I can tell you!It's a mercy for that poor girl that the scales have dropped from her eyes and she has broken her engagement with him.""With the father?"asked a third et cetera.
Juno stared at the intruder.
Mrs.Trevise drawled a calm contribution."The father died before this boy was born.""Oh,I see!"murmured the et cetera,gratefully.
Juno proceeded."No woman's life would be safe with him.""But mightn't he be safer for a person's niece than for their nephew?"said the Briton.
Mrs.Trevise's hand moved toward the bell.
But Juno answered the question mournfully:"With such hereditary bloodthirstiness,who can tell?"And so Mrs.Trevise moved her hand away again.
"Excuse me,but do you know if the other gentleman is laid up,too?"inquired the male honeymooner,hopefully.
"I am happy to understand that he is,"replied Juno.
In sheer amazement I burst out,"Oh!"and abruptly stopped.
But it was too late.I had instantly become the centre of interest.The et ceteras and honeymooners craned their necks;the Briton leaned toward me from opposite;the poetess,who had worn an absent expression since being told that the injured champion was not nearly well enough to listen to her ode,now put on her glasses and gazed at me kindly;while Juno reared her headdress and spoke,not to me,but to the air in my general neighborhood.
"Has any one later intelligence than what I bring from my nephew's bedside?"So she hadn't perceived who my companion at the step had been!Well,she should be enlightened,they all should be enlightened,and vengeance was mine.I spoke with gentleness:--"Your nephew's impressions,I fear,are still confused by his deplorable misadventure.""May I ask what you know about his impressions?"Out of the corner of my eye I saw the hand of Mrs.Trevise move toward her bell;but she wished to hear all about it more than she wished concord at her harmonious table;and the hand stopped.
Juno spoke again."Who,pray,has later news than what I bring?"My enemy was in my hand;and an enemy in the hand is worth I don't know how many in the bush.
I answered most gently:"I do not come from Mr.Mayrant's bedside,because I have just left him at the front door in sound health--saving a bruise over his left eye."During a second we all sat in a high-strung silence,and then Juno became truly superb."Who sees the scars he brazenly conceals?"It took away my breath;my battle would have been lost,when the Briton suggested:"But mayn't he have shown those to his Aunt?"We sat in no silence now;the first et cetera made extraordinary sounds on his plate,Mrs.Trevise tinkled her handbell with more unction than I had ever yet seen in her;and while she and Daphne interchanged streams of severe words which I was too disconcerted to follow,the other et ceteras and the honeymooners hectically effervesced into small talk.I presently found myself eating our last course amid a reestablished calm,when,with a rustle,Juno swept out from among us,to return (I suppose)to the bedside.As she passed behind the Briton's chair,that invaluable person kicked me under the table,and on my raising my eyes to him he gave me a large,robust wink.
