The Choir Invisible

"You have not."

"Then will you never speak of them to me never again--while you live!"

Amy began again with a dry practical voice, which had in it the sting of

revenge; her aunt's rebuke had nettled her.

"At least, I have always been a trouble to you. You sew for me, cook for me,

make the garden for me, spin and weave for me, and worry about me. Uncle has

to work for me and support me."

The turn of the conversation away from herself brought such relief that Mrs.

Falconer replied even warmly.

"You have been a great pleasure to him and to me! The little I have done,

you have repaid a thousand fold. Think of us at night without you! Your

uncle on one side of the fireplace--me on the other, and you away! Think of

us at the table--him at one end, me at the other, and you away! Think of me

alone in the house all day, while he is in the fields! Child, I have

depended on you--more than you will ever understand!" she added to herself.

"Aunt Jessica," observed Amy with the air of making a fine calculation,

"perhaps uncle would think more of you if I were not in the house."

"Amy!"

"Perhaps you would think more of him!"

"Amy!"

"Perhaps if neither of you had me to depend on, you might depend more on

each other and be happier."

"You speak to me in this way--on a subject like this! You'd better go!"

"Aunt Jessica," replied Amy, never budging, "the time has been when I would

have done so. But it is too late now for you ever to tell me to leave your

presence. I am a woman! If I had not been, I shouldn't have said what I just

have."

Mrs. Falconer looked at her in silence. This rare gentlewoman had too

profound a knowledge of the human heart not to realize that she was

completely vanquished. For where in this world is not refinement instantly

beaten by coarseness, gentleness by rudeness, all delicacy by all that is

indelicate? What can the finest consideration avail against no

consideration? the sweetest forbearance against intrusiveness? the beak of

the dove against the beak of the hawk? And yet all these may have their

victory; for when the finer and the baser metal are forced to struggle with

each other in the same field, the finer may always leave it.

With unruffled dignity and with a voice that Amy had never heard--a voice

that brought the blood rushing into her cheeks--Mrs. Falconer replied:"Yes;

it is true: you are a woman. This is the first day that you have ever made

me feel this. For I have always known that as soon as you became one, you

would begin to speak to me as you have spoken. I shall never again request

you to leave my presence: when it becomes unavoidable, I shall leave yours."