After the Storm

"Certainly--certainly." Mrs. Lloyd spoke with visible impatience.

"I promised to go with my husband to-morrow night," said Mrs.

Emerson; "and, much as I may desire to meet you at Mrs. Talbot's, I

am not at liberty to go there."

"In bonds! Ah me! Poor wives!" sighed Mrs. Talbot, in affected pity.

"Not at liberty! The admission which comes to us from all sides."

She laughed in her gurgling, hollow way as she said this.

"Not bound to my husband, but to my word of promise," replied Mrs.

Emerson, as pleasantly as her disturbed feelings would permit her to

speak. The ladies were pressing her a little too closely, and she

both saw and felt this. They were stepping beyond the bounds of

reason and delicacy.

Mrs. Lloyd saw the state of mind which had been produced, and at

once changed the subject.

"May I flatter myself with the prospect of having this call

returned?" she said, handing Mrs. Emerson her card as she was about

leaving.

"It will give me great pleasure to know you better, and you may look

to seeing me right early," was the bland reply. And yet Mrs. Emerson

was not really attracted by this woman, but, on the contrary,

repelled. There was something in her keen, searching eyes, which

seemed to be looking right into the thoughts, that gave her a

feeling of doubt.

"Thank you. The favor will be all on my side," said Mrs. Lloyd, as

she held the hand of Mrs. Emerson and gave it a warm pressure.

The visit of these ladies did not leave the mind of Irene in a very

satisfactory state. Some things that were said she rejected, while

other things lingered and occasioned suggestions which were not

favorable to her husband. While she had no wish to be present at

Mrs. Talbot's on account of Major Willard, she was annoyed by the

thought that Hartley's fixing on the next evening for her to go out

with him was to prevent her attendance at the weekly conversazione.

Irene did not mention to her husband the fact that she bad received

a visit from Mrs. Talbot, in company with a pleasant stranger, Mrs.

Lloyd. It would have been far better for her if she had done so.

Many times it was on her lips to mention the call, but as often she

kept silent, one or the other of two considerations having

influence. Hartley did not like Mrs. Talbot, and therefore the

mention of her name, and the fact of her calling, would not be

pleasant theme. The other consideration had reference to a woman's

independence.

"He doesn't tell me of every man he meets through the day, and why

should I feel under obligation to speak of every lady who calls?" So

she thought. "As to Mrs. Lloyd, he would have a hundred prying

question's to ask, as if I we not competent to judge of the

character of my own friends and acquaintances?"