"No one"with a rebellious blush, and the truthful addition"Isee much to admire and like in many persons, but none quite strong and good enough to suit me.My heroes are old-fashioned, you know.""Prigs, like Guy Carleton, Count Altenberg, and John Halifax I know the pattern you goody girls like," sneered Charlie, who preferred the Guy Livingston, Beauclerc, and Rochester style.
"Then I'm not a 'goody girl,' for I don't like prigs.I want a gentleman in the best sense of the word, and I can wait, for I've seen one, and know there are more in the world.""The deuce you have! Do I know him?" asked Charlie, much alarmed.
"You think you do," answered Rose with a mischievous sparkle in her eye.
"If it isn't Pem, I give it up.He's the best-bred fellow I know.""Oh, dear, no! Far superior to Mr.Pemberton and many years older,"said Rose, with so much respect that Charlie looked perplexed as well as anxious.
"Some apostolic minister, I fancy.You pious creatures always like to adore a parson.But all we know are married.""He isn't."
"Give a name, for pity's sakeI'm suffering tortures of suspense,"begged Charlie.
"Alexander Campbell."
"Uncle? Well, upon my word, that's a relief, but mighty absurd all the same.So, when you find a young saint of that sort, you intend to marry him, do you?" demanded Charlie much amused and rather disappointed.
"When I find any man half as honest, good, and noble as Uncle, I shall be proud to marry him if he asks me," answered Rose decidedly.
"What odd tastes women have!" And Charlie leaned his chin on his hand to muse pensively for a moment over the blindness of one woman who could admire an excellent old uncle more than a dashing young cousin.
Rose, meanwhile, tied up her parcels industriously, hoping she had not been too severe, for it was very hard to lecture Charlie, though he seemed to like it sometimes and came to confession voluntarily, knowing that women love to forgive when the sinners are of his sort.
"It will be mail time before you are done," she said presently, for silence was less pleasant than his rattle.
Charlie took the hint and dashed off several notes in his best manner.
Coming to the business letter, he glanced at it and asked, with a puzzled expression: "What is all this? Cost of repairs, etc., from a man named Buffum?""Never mind thatI'll see to it by and by.""But I do mind, for I'm interested in all your affairs, and though you think I've no head for business, you'll find I have if you'll try me.""This is only about my two old houses in the city, which are being repaired and altered so that the rooms can be let singly.""Going to make tenement houses of them? Well, that's not a bad ideasuch places pay well, I've heard.""That is just what I'm not going to do.I wouldn't have a tenement house on my conscience for a million dollarsnot as they are now,"said Rose decidedly.
"Why, what do you know about it, except that people live in them and the owners turn a pretty penny on the rents?""I know a good deal about them, for I've seen many such, both here and abroad.It was not all pleasure with us, I assure you.Uncle was interested in hospitals and prisons, and I sometimes went with him, but they made me sad so he suggested other charities that I could be of help about when we came home.I visited infant schools, working women's homes, orphan asylums, and places of that sort.You don't know how much good it did me and how glad I am that I have the means of lightening a little some of the misery in the world.""But, my dear girl, you needn't make ducks and drakes of your fortune trying to feed and cure and clothe all the poor wretches you see.Give, of courseeveryone should do something in that line and no one likes it better than I.But don't, for mercy's sake, go at it as some women do and get so desperately earnest, practical, and charity-mad that there is no living in peace with you," protested Charlie, looking alarmed at the prospect.
"You can do as you please.I intend to do all the good I can by asking the advice and following the example of the most 'earnest,' 'practical,'
and 'charitable' people I knowso, if you don't approve, you can drop my acquaintance," answered Rose, emphasizing the obnoxious words and assuming the resolute air she always wore when defending her hobbies.
"You'll be laughed at."
"I'm used to that."
"And criticized and shunned."
"Not by people whose opinion I value."
"Women shouldn't go poking into such places.""I've been taught that they should."
"Well, you'll get some dreadful disease and lose your beauty, and then where are you?" added Charlie, thinking that might daunt the young philanthropist.
But it did not, for Rose answered, with a sudden kindling of the eyes as she remembered her talk with Uncle Alec: "I shouldn't like it.But there would be one satisfaction in it, for when I'd lost my beauty and given away my money, I should know who really cared for me."Charlie nibbled his pen in silence for a moment, then asked, meekly, "Could I respectfully inquire what great reform is to be carried on in the old houses which their amiable owner is repairing?""I am merely going to make them comfortable homes for poor but respectable women to live in.There is a class who cannot afford to pay much, yet suffer a great deal from being obliged to stay in noisy, dirty, crowded places like tenement houses and cheap lodgings.I can help a few of them and I'm going to try.""May I humbly ask if these decayed gentlewomen are to inhabit their palatial retreat rent-free?""That was my first plan, but Uncle showed me that it was wiser not make genteel paupers of them, but let them pay a small rent and feel independent.
I don't want the money, of course, and shall use it in keeping the houses tidy or helping other women in like case," said Rose, entirely ignoring her cousin's covert ridicule.
