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Nevertheless, one of the results of Mrs. Vance’s suggestions was
the fact that on this occasion Carrie was dressed somewhat to her
own satisfaction. She had on her best, but there was comfort in the
thought that if she must confine herself to a best, it was neat and
fitting. She looked the well-groomed woman of twenty-one, and
Mrs. Vance praised her, which brought colour to her plump
cheeks and a noticeable brightness into her large eyes. It was
threatening rain, and Mr. Vance, at his wife’s request, had called a
"Your husband isn’t coming?" suggested Mr. Vance, as he met
Carrie in his little parlour.
"No, he said he wouldn’t be home for dinner."
"Better leave a little note for him, telling him where we are. He
might turn up."
"I will," said Carrie, who had not thought of it before.
"Tell him we’ll be at Sherry’s until eight o’clock. He knows,
though, I guess."
Carrie crossed the hall with rustling skirts, and scrawled the note,
gloves on. When she returned a newcomer was in the Vance flat.
"Mrs. Wheeler, let me introduce Mr. Ames, a cousin of mine,"
said Mrs. Vance. "He’s going along with us, aren’t you, Bob?"
"I’m very glad to meet you," said Ames, bowing politely to
The latter caught in a glance the dimensions of a very stalwart
figure. She also noticed that he was smooth-shaven, good looking,
and young, but nothing more.
"Mr. Ames is just down in New York for a few days," put in
Vance, "and we’re trying to show him around a little."
"Oh, are you?" said Carrie, taking another glance at the
"Yes; I am just on here from Indianapolis for a week or so," said
young Ames, seating himself on the edge of a chair to wait while
Mrs. Vance completed the last touches of her toilet.
"I guess you find New York quite a thing to see, don’t you?" said
Carrie, venturing something to avoid a possible deadly silence.
"It is rather large to get around in a week," answered Ames,
He was an exceedingly genial soul, this young man, and wholly
free of affectation. It seemed to Carrie he was as yet only
overcoming the last traces of the bashfulness of youth. He did not
seem apt at conversation, but he had the merit of being well
dressed and wholly courageous. Carrie felt as if it were not going
to be hard to talk to him.
"Well, I guess we’re ready now. The coach is outside."
"Come on, people," said Mrs. Vance, coming in smiling. "Bob,
you’ll have to look after Mrs. Wheeler."
"I’ll try to," said Bob smiling, and edging closer to Carrie. "You
won’t need much watching, will you?" he volunteered, in a sort of
ingratiating and help-meout kind of way.
"Not very, I hope," said Carrie.
They descended the stairs, Mrs. Vance offering suggestions, and
climbed into the open coach.
"All right," said Vance, slamming the coach door, and the
conveyance rolled away.
"What is it we’re going to see?" asked Ames.
"Sothern," said Vance, "in ‘Lord Chumley.’"
"Oh, he is so good!" said Mrs. Vance. "He’s just the funniest
"I notice the papers praise it," said Ames.
"I haven’t any doubt," put in Vance, "but we’ll all enjoy it very