“In Louisiana. My father was a mechanic.” There had been no need to add that, but Tracy was unable to resist. To hell with them. She was proud of her father.
“A mechanic?”
“Yes. He started a small manufacturing plant in New Orleans and built it up into a fairly large company in its field. When father died five years ago, my mother took over the business.”
“What does this—er—company manufacture?”
“Exhaust pipes and other automotive parts.”
Mr. and Mrs. Stanhope exchanged a look and said in unison, “I see.”
Their tone made Tracy tense up. I wonder how long it’s going to take me to love them? she asked herself. She looked into the two unsympathetic faces across from her, and to her horror began babbling inanely. “You’ll really like my mother. She’s beautiful, and intelligent, and charming. She’s from the South. She’s very small, of course, about your height, Mrs. Stanhope—” Tracy’s words trailed off, weighted down by the oppressive silence. She gave a silly little laugh that died away under Mrs. Stanhope’s stare.
It was Mr. Stanhope who said without expression, “Charles informs us you’re pregnant.”
Oh, how Tracy wished he had not! Their attitude was so nakedly disapproving. It was as though their son had had nothing to do with what had happened. They made her feel it was a stigma. Now I know what I should have worn, Tracy thought. A scarlet letter.
“I don’t understand how in this day and—” Mrs. Stanhope began, but she never finished the sentence, because at that moment Charles came into the room. Tracy had never been so glad to see anyone in her entire life.
“Well,” Charles beamed. “How are you all getting along?”
Tracy rose and hurried into his arms. “Fine, darling.” She held him close to her, thinking, Thank goodness Charles isn’t like his parents. He could never be like them. They’re narrow-minded and snobbish and cold.
There was a discreet cough behind them, and the butler stood there with a tray of drinks. It’s going to be all right, Tracy told herself. This movie’s going to have a happy ending.
The dinner was excellent, but Tracy was too nervous to eat. They discussed banking and politics and the distressing state of the world, and it was all very impersonal and polite. No one actually said aloud, “You trapped our son into marriage.” In all fairness, Tracy thought, they have every right to be concerned about the woman their son marries. One day Charles will own the firm, and it’s important that he have the right wife. And Tracy promised herself, He will have.
Charles gently took her hand which had been twisting the napkin under the table and smiled and gave a small wink. Tracy’s heart soared.
“Tracy and I prefer a small wedding,” Charles said, “and afterward—”
“Nonsense,” Mrs. Stanhope interrupted. “Our family does not have small weddings, Charles. There will be dozens of friends who will want to see you married.” She looked over at Tracy, evaluating her figure. “Perhaps we should see that the wedding invitations are sent out at once.” And as an afterthought, “That is, if that’s acceptable to you?”
“Yes. Yes, of course.” There was going to be a wedding. Why did I even doubt it?
Mrs. Stanhope said, “Some of the guests will be coming from abroad. I’ll make arrangements for them to stay here at the house.”
Mr. Stanhope asked, “Have you decided where you’re going on your honeymoon?”
Charles smiled. “That’s privileged information, Father.” He gave Tracy’s hand a squeeze.
“How long a honeymoon are you planning?” Mrs. Stanhope inquired.
“About fifty years,” Charles replied. And Tracy adored him for it.
After dinner they moved into the library for brandy, and Tracy looked around at the lovely old oak-paneled room with its shelves of leather-bound volumes, the two Corots, a small Copley, and a Reynolds. It would not have mattered to her if Charles had no money at all, but she admitted to herself that this was going to be a very pleasant way to live.
It was almost midnight when Charles drove her back to her small apartment off Fairmount Park.
“I hope the evening wasn’t too difficult for you, Tracy. Mother and Father can be a bit stiff sometimes.”