Booth Tarkington (18381918). The Magnificent Ambersons. 1918.
HE left his door open, however, and when he heard the front door-bell ring, by and by, he went half way down the stairs and stood to listen. He was not much afraid that Morgan would return, but he wished to make sure.
Mary appeared in the hall below him, but, after a glance toward the front of the house, turned back, and withdrew. Evidently Isabel had gone to the door. Then a murmur was heard, and George Ambersons voice, quick and serious: I want to talk to you, Isabel ... and another murmur; then Isabel and her brother passed the foot of the broad, dark stairway, but did not look up, and remained unconscious of the watchful presence above them. Isabel still carried her cloak upon her arm, but Amberson had taken her hand, and retained it; and as he led her silently into the library there was something about her attitude, and the pose of her slightly bend head, that was both startled and meek. Thus they quickly disappeared from Georges sight, hand in hand; and Amberson at once closed the massive double doors of the library.
For a time all that George could hear was the indistinct sound of his uncles voice; what he was saying could not be surmised, though the troubled brotherliness of his tone was evident. He seemed to be explaining something at considerable length, and there were moments when he paused, and George guessed that his mother was speaking, but her voice must have been very low, for it was entirely inaudible to him.
Another sound of pain, close to George, followed it! this was a vehement sniffling which broke out just above him, and, looking up, he saw Fanny Minafer on the landing, leaning over the banisters and applying her handkerchief to her eyes and nose.
George gave her a dark look over his shoulder. You go on back to your room! he said; and he began to descend the stairs; but Fanny, guessing his purpose, rushed down and caught his arm, detaining him.
I wont! You come back here! Youll come upstairs and let them alone; thats what youll do! And with such passionate determination did she clutch and tug, never losing a grip of him somewhere, though George tried as much as he could, without hurting her, to wrench awaywith such utter forgetfulness of her maiden dignity did she assault him, that she forced him, stumbling upward, to the landing.
Hush up! Never for an instant in this grotesque struggle did Fanny raise her voice above a husky whisper. Hush up! Its indecentlike squabbling outside the door of an operating-room! Go on to the top of the stairsgo on!
And when George had most unwillingly obeyed, she planted herself in his way, on the top step. There! she said. The idea of your going in there now! I never heard of such a thing! And with the sudden departure of the nervous vigour she had shown so amazingly, she began to cry again. I was an awful fool! I thought you knew what was going on or I never, never would have done it. Do you suppose I dreamed youd go making everything into such a tragedy? Do you?
But Fanny went on, always taking care to keep her voice from getting too loud, in spite of her most grievous agitation. Do you dream I thought youd go making such a fool of yourself at Mrs. Johnsons? Oh, I saw her this morning! She wouldnt talk to me, but I met George Amberson on my way back, and he told me what youd done over there! And do you dream I thought youd do what youve done here this afternoon to Eugene? Oh, I knew that, too! I was looking out of the front bedroom window, and I saw him drive up, and then go away again, and I knew youd been to the door. Of course he went to George Amberson about it, and thats why George is here. Hes got to tell Isabel the whole thing now, and you wanted to go in there interferingGod knows what! You stay here and let her brother tell her; hes got some consideration for her!
Im considerate of her good name! he said hotly. It seems to me thats about the first thing to be considerate of, in being considerate of a person! And look here: it strikes me youre taking a pretty different tack from what you did yesterday afternoon!
Fanny wrung her hands. I did a terrible thing! she lamented. Now that its done and too late. I know what it was! I didnt have sense enough just to let things go on. I didnt have any business to interfere, and I didnt mean to interfereI only wanted to talk, and let out a little! I did think you already knew everything I told you. I did! And Id rather have cut my hand off than stir you up to doing what you have done! I was just suffering so that I wanted to let out a littleI didnt mean any real harm. But now I see whats happenedoh, I was a fool! I hadnt any business interfering. Eugene never would have looked at me, anyhow, and, oh, why couldnt I have seen that before! He never came here a single time in his life except on her account, never! and I might have let them alone, because he wouldnt have looked at me even if hed never seen Isabel. And they havent done any harm: she made Wilbur happy, and she was a true wife to him as long as he lived. It wasnt a crime for her to care for Eugene all the time; she certainly never told him she didand she gave me every chance in the world! She left us alone together every time she couldeven since Wilbur diedbut what was the use? And here I go, not doing myself a bit of good by it, and justFanny wrung her hands againjust ruining them!
George was not impressed. Its nothing at all; she spoke of it to me years agosome kind of family failing. She said grandfather had it, too; and look at him! Hasnt proved very serious with him! You act as if Id done something wrong in sending that man about his business, and as if I were going to persecute my mother, instead of protecting her. By Jove, its sickening! You told me how all the riffraff in town were busy with her name, and then the minute I lift my hand to protect her, you begin to attack me and
Fanny made a slight noise with her lips to attract his attention, and, when he glanced toward her, shook her head at him urgently. Let her alone, she whispered. Shes down there by herself. Dont go down. Let her alone.
She moved a few steps toward him and halted, her face pallid and awestruck, and then both stood listening for anything that might break the silence downstairs. No sound came to them; that poignant silence was continued throughout long, long minutes, while the two listeners stood there under its mysterious spell; and in its plaintive eloquencespeaking, as it did, of the figure alone in the big, dark library, where dead Wilburs new silver frame gleamed in the dimnessthere was something that checked even George.
Above the aunt and nephew, as they kept this strange vigil, there was a triple window of stained glass, to illumine the landing and upper reaches of the stairway. Figures in blue and amber garments posed gracefully in panels, conceived by some craftsman of the Eighties to represent Love and Purity and Beauty, and these figures, leaded to unalterable attitudes, were little more motionless than the two human beings upon whom fell the mottled faint light of the window. The colours were growing dull; evening was coming on.
Fanny Minafer broke the long silence with a sound from her throat, a stifled gasp; and with that great companion of hers, her handkerchief, retired softly to the loneliness of her own chamber. After she had gone George looked about him bleakly, then on tiptoe crossed the hall and went into his own room, which was filled with twilight. Still tiptoeing, though he could not have said why, he went across the room and sat down heavily in a chair facing the window. Outside there was nothing but the darkening air and the wall of the nearest of the new houses. He had not slept at all, the night before, and he had eaten nothing since the preceding day at lunch, but he felt neither drowsiness nor hunger. His set determination filled him, kept him but too wide awake, and his gaze at the grayness beyond the window was wide-eyed and bitter.
Darkness had closed in when there was a step in the room behind him. Then someone knelt beside the chair, two arms went round him with infinite compassion, a gentle head rested against his shoulder, and there came the faint scent as of apple-blossoms far away.