Minna pointed to the mantelpiece."To take your letter to Mr.Engelman,mamma."Madame Fontaine looked at the letter--paused for a moment--and answered,"No,my dear;let the boy go.It doesn't matter for the present."She turned to me,with an abrupt recovery of her customary manner.
"I am fortunately,for myself,a sanguine person,"she resumed."I always did hope for the best;and (feeling the kind motive of what you have said to me)I shall hope for the best still.Minna,my darling,Mr.David and I have been talking on dry subjects until we are tired.Give us a little music."While her daughter obediently opened the piano,she looked at the flowers."You are fond of flowers,David?"she went on."Do you understand the subject?I ignorantly admire the lovely colors,and enjoy the delicious scents--and I can do no more.It was really very kind of your old friend Mr.Engelman.Does he take any part in this deplorable difference of opinion between your aunt and Mr.Keller?"What did that new allusion to Mr.Engelman mean?And why had she declined to despatch her letter to him,when the opportunity offered of sending it by the boy?
Troubled by the doubts which these considerations suggested,I committed an act of imprudence--I replied so reservedly that I put her on her guard.All I said was that I supposed Mr.Engelman agreed with Mr.
Keller,but that I was not in the confidence of the two partners.From that moment she saw through me,and was silent on the subject of Mr.
Engelman.Even Minna's singing had lost its charm,in my present frame of mind.It was a relief to me when I could make my excuses,and leave the house.
On my way back to Main Street,when I could think freely,my doubts began to develop into downright suspicion.Madame Fontaine could hardly hope,after what I had told her,to obtain the all-important interview with Mr.
Keller,through my aunt's intercession.Had she seen her way to trying what Mr.Engelman's influence with his partner could do for her?Would she destroy her formal acknowledgment of the receipt of his flowers,as soon as my back was turned,and send him a second letter,encouraging him to visit her?And would she cast him off,without ceremony,when he had served her purpose?
These were the thoughts that troubled me on my return to the house.When we met at supper,some hours later,my worst anticipations were realized.
Poor innocent Mr.Engelman was dressed with extraordinary smartness,and was in the highest good spirits.Mr.Keller asked him jestingly if he was going to be married.In the intoxication of happiness that possessed him,he was quite reckless;he actually retorted by a joke on the sore subject of the employment of women!"Who knows what may happen,"he cried gaily,"when we have young ladies in the office for clerks?"Mr.Keller was so angry that he kept silence through the whole of our meal.When Mr.
Engelman left the room I slipped out after him.
"You are going to Madame Fontaine's,"I said.
He smirked and smiled."Just a little evening visit,David.Aha!you young men are not to have it all your own way."He laid his hand tenderly on the left breast-pocket of his coat."Such a delightful letter!"he said."It is here,over my heart.No,a woman's sentiments are sacred;Imustn't show it to you."
I was on the point of telling him the whole truth,when the thought of Minna checked me for the time.My interest in preserving Mr.Engelman's tranquillity was in direct conflict with my interest in the speedy marriage of my good friend Fritz.Besides,was it likely that anything Icould say would have the slightest effect on the deluded old man,in the first fervor of his infatuation?I thought I would give him a general caution,and wait to be guided by events.
"One word,sir,for your private ear,"I said."Even the finest women have their faults.You will find Madame Fontaine perfectly charming;but don't be too ready to believe that she is in earnest."Mr.Engelman felt infinitely flattered,and owned it without the slightest reserve.
"Oh,David!David!"he said,"are you jealous of me already?"He put on his hat (with a jaunty twist on one side),and swung his stick gaily,and left the room.For the first time,in my experience of him,he went out without his pipe;and (a more serious symptom still)he really did not appear to miss it.
CHAPTER XII
Two days passed,and I perceived another change in Mr.Engelman.
He was now transformed into a serious and reticent man.Had he committed indiscretions which might expose him to ridicule if they were known?Or had the widow warned him not to be too ready to take me into his confidence?In any case,he said not one word to me about Madame Fontaine's reception of him,and he left the house secretly when he paid his next visit to her.Having no wish to meet him unexpectedly,and feeling (if the truth be told)not quite at ease about the future,I kept away from Minna and her mother,and waited for events.
On the third day,an event happened.I received a little note from Minna:--"Dear Mr.David,--If you care to see mamma and me,stay at home this evening.Good Mr.Engelman has promised to show us his interesting old house,after business hours."There was nothing extraordinary in making an exhibition of "the old house."It was one among the many picturesque specimens of the domestic architecture of bygone days,for which Frankfort is famous;and it had been sketched by artists of all nations,both outside and in.At the same time,it was noticeable (perhaps only as a coincidence)that the evening chosen for showing the house to the widow,was also the evening on which Mr.Keller had an engagement with some friends in another part of the city.
As the hour approached for the arrival of the ladies,I saw that Mr.
Engelman looked at me with an expression of embarrassment.
"Are you not going out this evening,David?"he asked.
"Am I in the way,sir?"I inquired mischievously.
"Oh,no!"
