William Dean Howells Quote
Why, Alma, whispered the mother, who in the world can it be at this time of night? You don't suppose he—Well, I'm not going to the door, anyhow, mother, I don't care who it is; and, of course, he wouldn't be such a goose as to come at this hour. She put on a look of miserable trepidation, and shrank back from the door, while the hum of the bell died away, in the hall.What shall we do? asked Mrs. Leighton, helplessly.Let him go away—whoever they are, said Alma.Another and more peremptory ring forbade them refuge in this simple expedient.Oh, dear! what shall we do? Perhaps it's a despatch. The conjecture moved Alma to no more than a rigid stare. I shall not go, she said. A third ring more insistent than the others followed, and she said: You go ahead, mamma, and I'll come behind to scream if it's anybody. We can look through the side-lights at the door first.Mrs. Leighton fearfully led the way from the back chamber where they bad been sitting, and slowly descended the stairs. Alma came behind and turned up the hall gas-jet with a sudden flash that made them both jump a little. The gas inside rendered it more difficult to tell who was on the threshold, but Mrs. Leighton decided from a timorous peep through the scrims that it was a lady and gentleman. Something in this distribution of sex emboldened her; she took her life in her hand, and opened the door. The lady spoke. Does Mrs. Leighton live heah? she said, in a rich, throaty voice; and she feigned a reference to the agent's permit she held in her hand.Yes, said Mrs. Leighton; she mechanically occupied the doorway, whileAlma already quivered behind her with impatience of her impoliteness.Oh, said the lady, who began to appear more and more a young lady, Ah didn't know but Ah had mistaken the hoase. Ah suppose it's rather late to see the apawtments, and Ah most ask you to pawdon us. She put this tentatively, with a delicately growing recognition of Mrs. Leighton as the lady of the house, and a humorous intelligence of the situation in the glance she threw Alma over her mother's shoulder. Ah'm afraid we most have frightened you.Oh, not at all, said Alma; and at the same time her mother said, Will you walk in, please?
Why, Alma, whispered the mother, who in the world can it be at this time of night? You don't suppose he—Well, I'm not going to the door, anyhow, mother, I don't care who it is; and, of course, he wouldn't be such a goose as to come at this hour. She put on a look of miserable trepidation, and shrank back from the door, while the hum of the bell died away, in the hall.What shall we do? asked Mrs. Leighton, helplessly.Let him go away—whoever they are, said Alma.Another and more peremptory ring forbade them refuge in this simple expedient.Oh, dear! what shall we do? Perhaps it's a despatch. The conjecture moved Alma to no more than a rigid stare. I shall not go, she said. A third ring more insistent than the others followed, and she said: You go ahead, mamma, and I'll come behind to scream if it's anybody. We can look through the side-lights at the door first.Mrs. Leighton fearfully led the way from the back chamber where they bad been sitting, and slowly descended the stairs. Alma came behind and turned up the hall gas-jet with a sudden flash that made them both jump a little. The gas inside rendered it more difficult to tell who was on the threshold, but Mrs. Leighton decided from a timorous peep through the scrims that it was a lady and gentleman. Something in this distribution of sex emboldened her; she took her life in her hand, and opened the door. The lady spoke. Does Mrs. Leighton live heah? she said, in a rich, throaty voice; and she feigned a reference to the agent's permit she held in her hand.Yes, said Mrs. Leighton; she mechanically occupied the doorway, whileAlma already quivered behind her with impatience of her impoliteness.Oh, said the lady, who began to appear more and more a young lady, Ah didn't know but Ah had mistaken the hoase. Ah suppose it's rather late to see the apawtments, and Ah most ask you to pawdon us. She put this tentatively, with a delicately growing recognition of Mrs. Leighton as the lady of the house, and a humorous intelligence of the situation in the glance she threw Alma over her mother's shoulder. Ah'm afraid we most have frightened you.Oh, not at all, said Alma; and at the same time her mother said, Will you walk in, please?
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