A Daughter of To-Day eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 316 pages of information about A Daughter of To-Day.

A Daughter of To-Day eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 316 pages of information about A Daughter of To-Day.
Notes, and the Nineteenth Century, all helping to furnish Mrs. Leslie Bell’s drawing-room in a manner in accordance with her tastes; but if she had, Miss Kimpsey would have been equally impressed.  It took intellect even to select these things.  The other books, Miss Kimpsey noticed by the numbers labelled on their backs, were mostly from the circulating library—­“David Grieve,” “Cometh up as a Flower,” “The Earthly Paradise,” Ruskin’s “Stones of Venice,” Marie Corelli’s “Romance of Two Worlds.”  The mantelpiece was arranged in geometrical disorder, but it had a gilt clock under a glass shade precisely in the middle.  When the gilt clock indicated, in a mincing way, that Miss Kimpsey had been kept waiting fifteen minutes, Mrs. Bell came in.  She had fastened her last button and assumed the expression appropriate to Miss Kimpsey at the foot of the stair.  She was a tall, thin woman, with no color and rather narrow brown eyes much wrinkled round about, and a forehead that loomed at you, and grayish hair twisted high into a knot behind—­a knot from which a wispy end almost invariably escaped.  When she smiled her mouth curved downward, showing a number of large even white teeth, and made deep lines which suggested various things, according to the nature of the smile, on either side of her face.  As a rule one might take them to mean a rather deprecating acceptance of life as it stands—­they seemed intended for that—­and then Mrs. Bell would express an enthusiasm and contradict them.  As she came through the door under the “Entry into Jerusalem,” saying that she really must apologize, she was sure it was unpardonable keeping Miss Kimpsey waiting like this, the lines expressed an intention of being as agreeable as possible without committing herself to return Miss Kimpsey’s visit.

“Why, no, Mrs. Bell,” Miss Kimpsey said earnestly, with a protesting buff-and-gray smile, “I didn’t mind waiting a particle—­honestly I didn’t.  Besides, I presume it’s early for a call; but I thought I’d drop in on my way from school.”  Miss Kimpsey was determined that Mrs. Bell should have every excuse that charity could invent for her.  She sat down again, and agreed with Mrs. Bell that they were having lovely weather, especially when they remembered what a disagreeable fall it had been last year; certainly this October had been just about perfect.  The ladies used these superlatives in the tone of mild defiance that almost any statement of fact has upon feminine lips in America.  It did not seem to matter that their observations were entirely in union.

“I thought I’d run in—­” said Miss Kimpsey, screwing herself up by the arm of her chair.

“Yes?”

“And speak to you about a thing I’ve been thinking a good deal of, Mrs. Bell, this last day or two.  It’s about Elfrida.”

Mrs. Bell’s expression became judicial.  If this was a complaint—­and she was not accustomed to complaints of Elfrida—­she would be careful how she took it.

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