ll the evening, while the actors gossiped and squabbled and flirted contentedly.
"It is not always restful," he admitted.
"It makes my head ache," she remarked placidly. "I like to see the girls enjoy themselves. I'm glad they're happy--some of those visiting Lizzie are so pretty!--but I'm glad I haven't got to run about so much. I'm very fond of driving myself, if I have a good quiet horse that won't shy and doesn't go fast, and Lizzie has one for me--a white one that's gentle--and I drive about in the phaëton a great deal. The doctor that came that night--were you here?--when Mrs. Page fainted and they couldn't bring her to (it seems she was in the habit of taking some medicine to make her sleep, and it weakened her heart) asked me if I wouldn't like to take out some patients of his, and so I called for a very nice lady--a Mrs. Williams; you probably don't know her?--and after that a young girl with spinal trouble, and--and several others. They seemed to enjoy it, and I'm sure I did. Once
At the turn of the 20th century an old bachelor is getting tired. Visiting the mansion of friends, he is put off by the youth and vitality of the gathering, and takes a walk. He discovers an enclosed garden and an older woman making mayonnaise. She turns out to be an old schoolfriend from 36 years before.
A simple and charming story, with the sedate characters of the bachelor and the sister contrasting nicely with the excitement of the society people.
A good story for a rainy night.