contrary aunt and niece were united only in their wish to find a husband for Viola. It was a somewhat old-fashioned situation but nonetheless real to the two women who never discussed it except obliquely.
Stella Whitehill was short and heavy, yet gave an impression of power as though she had a powerful bony frame under folds of flesh. She had dark quick eyes and wore too much jewelry and her husband feared her. She was not an unkind woman and had tried in a way to do what she felt was her duty towards Viola, but on that evening her reserves fell away and she became an angry primitive who wanted her cave to herself. Perhaps in the stress of events in Crabtree Avenue she had taken to a nip too many of the gin-and-peppermint she liked, perhaps it was a natural fit of exasperation. At all events she spoke outrageously to Viola.
It was about Stanley Gates, who lived at the lower end of the avenue with his parents. This pleasant pink-faced insurance agent had spoken several times to Viola of late on affairs of the avenue, and this evening, an unusually warm one for March, they had walked through the park together. Stella Whitehill, hearing of this from Viola, said unforgivablyââWell, this time, for goodness sake donât try to rush him.â
Viola, flushing furiously, asked âWhat do you mean âthis timeâ?â
âYou know very well what I mean. Give the man a chance to breathe.â
âAunt Stella you â¦â
âDonât say it, because youâd be sorry afterwards. Iâm only talking for your own good.â
âYouâre being beastly. I donât ârushâ people.â
âWhat about that Captain Greaves? And that poorfellow at Sidmouth? Youâll never get a man if you donât show some restraint.â
âHow
can
you talk like that? Iâve never â¦â
âOh yes, you have. And you know it. Itâs time I told you this. Iâve watched it over and over again. You behave as though you were desperate. If you are, for Godâs sake donât show it, Viola. It scares a man. It scares me, for that matter.â
Viola just managed not to cry.
âItâs all lies,â she said a little hysterically. âStanley told me this evening â¦â
âWho is Stanley?â
âStanley Gates. He told me this evening that I was one of the most reserved people he had ever met.â
Stella gave a nasty chuckle.
âItâs not a question of reserve. Iâm not saying youâre not reserved in a way. Itâs something worse than that. You show your cards. You as good as say youâre twenty-seven and unlucky. Not by lack of reserve.â
âHow, then?â
âI donât know. Itâs something in your manner. Just give this man a chance to decide for himself.â
âSo that
you
wonât have to go on keeping me, I suppose?â
If Viola expected reassuring denials she was disappointed.
âWell, there is that side of it,â said Stella Whitehill. âIâve never mentioned it before but naturally your uncle and I when you came to live with us thought it would be for five years or so â¦â
âOh!â cried Viola and burst into tears.
âIt had to be said, sooner or later,â went on Stella philosophically.
âHow
can
you?â cried Viola and grew somewhatincoherent. âAfter all these years ⦠slaving. Iâve never ⦠Oh, youâre cruel.â
âCruel to be kind,â said Stella. âItâs time you realized. Weâre getting on and the time comes when middle-aged people want to be on their own, have their home to themselves.â
Viola stood up.
âYou shall have your home to yourselves,â she shouted. âNow. This minute. Iâll go and take my things. Tonight. Now.â
âDonât be silly, Viola. Where will you go?â
âIâll go to Stanley!â
âTo Stanley? To young Gates?
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