Theywereallverygay,laughingovertheirmistakes,gettinginoneanother’sway,rushingintothesitting-room,theirhandsfullofplatesorknivesorglasses,anddartingoutagainaftermore。MarcusandMr。Sieppetooktheircoatsoff。OldGrannisandMissBakerpassedeachotherinthehallinaconstrainedsilence,hergrenadinebrushingagainsttheelbowofhiswrinkledfrockcoat。UncleOelbermannsuperintendedHeiseopeningthecaseofchampagnewiththegravityofamagistrate。Owgoostewasassignedthetaskoffillingthenewsaltandpeppercanistersofredandblueglass。
Inawonderfullyshorttimeeverythingwasready。MarcusSchoulerresumedhiscoat,wipinghisforehead,andremarking:
“Itellyou,I’vebeendoingCHORESforMYboard。“
“Todertable!“commandedMr。Sieppe。
Thecompanysatdownwithagreatclatter,Trinaatthefoot,thedentistatthehead,theothersarrangedthemselvesinhaphazardfashion。ButithappenedthatMarcusSchoulercrowdedintotheseatbesideSelina,towardswhichOldGranniswasdirectinghimself。Therewasbutoneotherchairvacant,andthatatthesideofMissBaker。OldGrannishesitated,puttinghishandtohischin。However,therewasnoescape。Ingreattrepidationhesatdownbesidetheretireddressmaker。Neitherofthemspoke。OldGrannisdarednotmove,butsatrigid,hiseyesrivetedonhisemptysoupplate。
Allatoncetherewasareportlikeapistol。Themenstartedintheirplaces。Mrs。Sieppeutteredamuffledshriek。Thewaiterfromthecheaprestaurant,hiredasMaria’sassistant,rosefromabendingposture,achampagnebottlefrothinginhishand;hewasgrinningfromeartoear。
“Don’tgetscairt,“hesaid,reassuringly,“itain’tloaded。“
Whenalltheirglasseshadbeenfilled,Marcusproposedthehealthofthebride,“standingup。“Theguestsroseanddrank。Hardlyoneofthemhadevertastedchampagnebefore。
Themoment’ssilenceafterthetoastwasbrokenbyMcTeagueexclaimingwithalongbreathofsatisfaction:“That’sthebestbeerIeverdrank。“
Therewasaroaroflaughter。EspeciallywasMarcustickledoverthedentist’sblunder;hewentoffinaveryspasmofmirth,bangingthetablewithhisfist,laughinguntilhiseyeswatered。AllthroughthemealhekeptbreakingoutintocacklingimitationsofMcTeague’swords:“That’sthebestBEERIeverdrank。Oh,Lord,ain’tthatabreak!“
Whatawonderfulsupperthatwas!Therewasoystersoup;
therewereseabassandbarracuda;therewasagiganticroastgoosestuffedwithchestnuts;therewereegg-plantandsweetpotatoes——MissBakercalledthem“yams。“Therewascalf’sheadinoil,overwhichMr。Sieppewentintoecstasies;therewaslobstersalad;therewerericepudding,andstrawberryicecream,andwinejelly,andstewedprunes,andcocoanuts,andmixednuts,andraisins,andfruit,andtea,andcoffee,andmineralwaters,andlemonade。
Fortwohourstheguestsate;theirfacesred,theirelbowswide,theperspirationbeadingtheirforeheads。Allaroundthetableonesawthesameincessantmovementofjawsandheardthesameuninterruptedsoundofchewing。ThreetimesHeisepassedhisplateformoreroastgoose。Mr。Sieppedevouredthecalf’sheadwithlongbreathsofcontentment;
McTeagueateforthesakeofeating,withoutchoice;
everythingwithinreachofhishandsfounditswayintohisenormousmouth。
Therewasbutlittleconversation,andthatonlyofthefood;oneexchangedopinionswithone’sneighborastothesoup,theegg-plant,orthestewedprunes。Soontheroombecameverywarm,afaintmoistureappeareduponthewindows,theairwasheavywiththesmellofcookedfood。
AteverymomentTrinaorMrs。Sieppeurgedsomeoneofthecompanytohavehisorherplaterefilled。Theywereconstantlyemployedindishingpotatoesorcarvingthegooseorladlinggravy。Thehiredwaitercircledaroundtheroom,hislimpnapkinoverhisarm,hishandsfullofplatesanddishes。Hewasagreatjoker;hehadnamesofhisownfordifferentarticlesoffood,thatsentgalesoflaughteraroundthetable。Whenhespokeofabunchofparsleyas“scenery,“Heiseallbutstrangledhimselfoveramouthfulofpotato。OutinthekitchenMariaMacapadidtheworkofthree,herfacescarlet,hersleevesrolledup;everynowandthensheutteredshrillbutunintelligibleoutcries,supposedlyaddressedtothewaiter。
“UncleOelbermann,“saidTrina,“letmegiveyouanotherhelpingofprunes。“
TheSieppespaidgreatdeferencetoUncleOelbermann,asindeeddidthewholecompany。EvenMarcusSchoulerloweredhisvoicewhenheaddressedhim。Atthebeginningofthemealhehadnudgedtheharness-makerandhadwhisperedbehindhishand,noddinghisheadtowardthewholesaletoydealer,“Gotthirtythousanddollarsinthebank;has,forafact。“
“Don’thavemuchtosay,“observedHeise。
“No,no。That’shisway;neveropenshisface。“
Astheeveningworeon,thegasandtwolampswerelit。Thecompanywerestilleating。Themen,gorgedwithfood,hadunbuttonedtheirvests。McTeague’scheeksweredistended,hiseyeswide,hishuge,salientjawmovedwithamachine-
likeregularity;atintervalshedrewaseriesofshortbreathsthroughhisnose。Mrs。Sieppewipedherforeheadwithhernapkin。
“Hey,dere,poy,gifmesomemoreoafdat——whatyoucall——
’bubble-water。’“
Thatwashowthewaiterhadspokenofthechampagne——
“bubble-water。“Theguestshadshoutedapplause,“Outasight。“Hewasaheavyjosherwasthatwaiter。
Bottleafterbottlewasopened,thewomenstoppingtheirearsasthecorksweredrawn。Allofasuddenthedentistutteredanexclamation,clappinghishandtohisnose,hisfacetwistingsharply。
“Mac,whatisit?“criedTrinainalarm。
“Thatchampagnecametomynose,“hecried,hiseyeswatering。“Itstingslikeeverything。“
“GreatBEER,ain’tut?“shoutedMarcus。
“Now,Mark,“remonstratedTrinainalowvoice。“Now,Mark,youjustshutup;thatisn’tfunnyanymore。Idon’twantyoushouldmakefunofMac。Hecalleditbeeronpurpose。
IguessHEknows。“
ThroughoutthemealoldMissBakerhadoccupiedherselflargelywithOwgoosteandthetwins,whohadbeengivenatablebythemselves——theblackwalnuttablebeforewhichtheceremonyhadtakenplace。Thelittledressmakerwascontinuallyturningaboutinherplace,inquiringofthechildreniftheywantedforanything;inquiriestheyrarelyansweredotherthanbystare,fixed,ox-like,expressionless。
SuddenlythelittledressmakerturnedtoOldGrannisandexclaimed:
“I’msoveryfondoflittlechildren。“
“Yes,yes,they’reveryinteresting。I’mveryfondofthem,too。“
Thenextinstantbothoftheoldpeoplewereoverwhelmedwithconfusion。What!Theyhadspokentoeachotherafteralltheseyearsofsilence;theyhadforthefirsttimeaddressedremarkstoeachother。
Theolddressmakerwasinatormentofembarrassment。Howwasitshehadcometospeak?Shehadneitherplannednorwishedit。Suddenlythewordshadescapedher,hehadanswered,anditwasallover——overbeforetheyknewit。
OldGrannis’sfingerstrembledonthetableledge,hisheartbeatheavily,hisbreathfellshort。Hehadactuallytalkedtothelittledressmaker。Thatpossibilitytowhichhehadlookedforward,itseemedtohimforyears——thatcompanionship,thatintimacywithhisfellow-lodger,thatdelightfulacquaintancewhichwasonlytoripenatsomefardistanttime,hecouldnotexactlysaywhen——behold,ithadsuddenlycometoahead,hereinthisover-crowded,over-heatedroom,inthemidstofallthisfeeding,surroundedbyodorsofhotdishes,accompaniedbythesoundsofincessantmastication。Howdifferenthehadimagineditwouldbe!Theyweretobealone——heandMissBaker——intheeveningsomewhere,withdrawnfromtheworld,veryquiet,verycalmandpeaceful。Theirtalkwastobeoftheirlives,theirlostillusions,notofotherpeople’schildren。
Thetwooldpeopledidnotspeakagain。Theysattheresidebyside,nearerthantheyhadeverbeenbefore,motionless,abstracted;theirthoughtsfarawayfromthatsceneoffeasting。Theywerethinkingofeachotherandtheywereconsciousofit。Timid,withthetimidityoftheirsecondchildhood,constrainedandembarrassedbyeachother’spresence,theywere,nevertheless,inalittleElysiumoftheirowncreating。Theywalkedhandinhandinadeliciousgardenwhereitwasalwaysautumn;togetherandalonetheyentereduponthelongretardedromanceoftheircommonplaceanduneventfullives。
Atlastthatgreatsupperwasover,everythinghadbeeneaten;theenormousroastgoosehaddwindledtoaveryskeleton。Mr。Sieppehadreducedthecalf’sheadtoamereskull;arowofemptychampagnebottles——“deadsoldiers,“asthefacetiouswaiterhadcalledthem——linedthemantelpiece。
Nothingofthestewedprunesremainedbutthejuice,whichwasgiventoOwgoosteandthetwins。Theplatterswereascleanasiftheyhadbeenwashed;crumbsofbread,potatoparings,nutshells,andbitsofcakelitteredthetable;
coffeeandice-creamstainsandspotsofcongealedgravymarkedthepositionofeachplate。Itwasadevastation,apillage;thetablepresentedtheappearanceofanabandonedbattlefield。
“Ouf,“criedMrs。Sieppe,pushingback,“Ihafeatunundeatun,ach,Gott,howIhafeatun!“
“Ah,dotkaf’shet,“murmuredherhusband,passinghistongueoverhislips。
Thefacetiouswaiterhaddisappeared。HeandMariaMacapaforegatheredinthekitchen。Theydrewuptothewashboardofthesink,feastingofftheremnantsofthesupper,slicesofgoose,theremainsofthelobstersalad,andhalfabottleofchampagne。Theywereobligedtodrinkthelatterfromteacups。
“Here’show,“saidthewaitergallantly,asheraisedhistea-cup,bowingtoMariaacrossthesink。“Hark,“headded,“they’resinginginside。“
Thecompanyhadleftthetableandhadassembledaboutthemelodeon,whereSelinawasseated。Atfirsttheyattemptedsomeofthepopularsongsoftheday,butwereobligedtogiveoverasnoneofthemknewanyofthewordsbeyondthefirstlineofthechorus。Finallytheypitchedupon“Nearer,MyGod,toThee,“astheonlysongwhichtheyallknew。Selinasangthe“alto,“verymuchoffthekey;Marcusintonedthebass,scowlingfiercely,hischindrawnintohiscollar。Theysanginveryslowtime。Thesongbecameadirge,alamentable,prolongedwailofdistress:
“Nee-rah,myGahd,toThee,Nee-rahtoThee-ah。“
Attheendofthesong,UncleOelbermannputonhishatwithoutawordofwarning。Instantlytherewasahush。Theguestsrose。
“Notgoingsosoon,UncleOelbermann?“protestedTrina,politely。Heonlynodded。Marcussprangforwardtohelphimwithhisovercoat。Mr。Sieppecameupandthetwomenshookhands。
ThenUncleOelbermanndeliveredhimselfofanoracularphrase。Nodoubthehadbeenmeditatingitduringthesupper。AddressingMr。Sieppe,hesaid:
“Youhavenotlostadaughter,buthavegainedason。“
Theseweretheonlywordshehadspokentheentireevening。
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