Evelina returned late and alone. Ann Eliza felt the coming crisis in the sound of her footstep, which wavered along as if not knowing on what it trod. The elder sister’s affection had so passionately projected itself into her junior’s fate that at such moments she seemed to be living two lives, her own and Evelina’s; and her private longings shrank into silence at the sight of the other’s hungry bliss. But it was evident that Evelina, never acutely alive to the emotional atmosphere about her, had no idea that her secret was suspected; and with an assumption of unconcern that would have made Ann Eliza smile if the pang had been less piercing, the younger sister prepared to confess herself.
“What are you so busy about?” she said impatiently, as Ann Eliza, beneath the gas-jet, fumbled for the matches. “Ain’t you even got time to ask me if I’d had a pleasant day?”
Ann Eliza turned with a quiet smile. “I guess I don’t have to. Seems to me it’s pretty plain you have.”
“Well, I don’t know. I don’t know HOW I feel– it’s all so queer. I almost think I’d like to scream.”
“I guess you’re tired.”
“No, I ain’t. It’s not that. But it all happened so suddenly, and the boat was so crowded I thought everybody’d hear what he was saying.–Ann Eliza,” she broke out, “why on earth don’t you ask me what I’m talking about?”
Ann Eliza, with a last effort of heroism, feigned a fond incomprehension.
“What ARE you?”
“Why, I’m engaged to be married–so there! Now it’s out! And it happened right on the boat; only to think of it! Of course I wasn’t exactly surprised–I’ve known right along he was going to sooner or later–on’y somehow I didn’t think of its happening to- day. I thought he’d never get up his courage. He said he was so ‘fraid I’d say no–that’s what kep’ him so long from asking me. Well, I ain’t said yes YET–leastways I told him I’d have to think it over; but I guess he knows. Oh, Ann Eliza, I’m so happy!” She hid the blinding brightness of her face.
Ann Eliza, just then, would only let herself feel that she was glad. She drew down Evelina’s hands and kissed her, and they held each other. When Evelina regained her voice she had a tale to tell which carried their vigil far into the night. Not a syllable, not a glance or gesture of Ramy’s, was the elder sister spared; and with unconscious irony she found herself comparing the details of his proposal to her with those which Evelina was imparting with merciless prolixity.
The next few days were taken up with the embarrassed adjustment of their new relation to Mr. Ramy and to each other. Ann Eliza’s ardour carried her to new heights of self-effacement, and she invented late duties in the shop in order to leave Evelina and her suitor longer alone in the back room. Later on, when she tried to remember the details of those first days, few came back to her: she knew only that she got up each morning with the sense of having to push the leaden hours up the same long steep of pain.
Mr. Ramy came daily now. Every evening he and his betrothed went out for a stroll around the Square, and when Evelina came in her cheeks were always pink. “He’s kissed her under that tree at the corner, away from the lamp-post,” Ann Eliza said to herself, with sudden insight into unconjectured things. On Sundays they usually went for the whole afternoon to the Central Park, and Ann Eliza, from her seat in the mortal hush of the back room, followed step by step their long slow beatific walk.
There had been, as yet, no allusion to their marriage, except that Evelina had once told her sister that Mr. Ramy wished them to invite Mrs. Hochmuller and Linda to the wedding. The mention of the laundress raised a half-forgotten fear in Ann Eliza, and she said in a tone of tentative appeal: “I guess if I was you I wouldn’t want to be very great friends with Mrs. Hochmuller.”