The Butterfly House eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 200 pages of information about The Butterfly House.

The Butterfly House eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 200 pages of information about The Butterfly House.
The reflection of one’s own character under unbiased cross-lights is a hideous thing for a self-lover.  She was thinking, while she listened to Wilbur’s rhapsodies.  Finally she scarcely heard him.  Then her attention was suddenly keenly fixed.  There were horrible complications about this which she had not considered.  Margaret’s mind had no business turn.  She had not for a moment thought of the financial aspect of the whole.  Wilbur was different.  What he was now saying was very noble, but very disconcerting.  “Of course, I know, darling, that all this means a pile of money, but one thing you must remember:  it is for yourself alone.  Not one penny of it will I ever touch and more than that it is not to interfere in the least with my expenditures for you, my wife, and the children.  Everything of that sort goes on as before.  You have the same allowance for yourself and the children as before.  Whatever comes from your book is your own to do with as you choose.  I do not even wish you to ask my advice about the disposal of it.”

Margaret was quite pale as she looked at him.  She remembered now the sum which Annie had told her she was to receive.  She made no disclaimer.  Her lips felt stiff.  While Wilbur wished for no disclaimer, she could yet see that he was a little surprised at receiving none, but she could not speak.  She merely gazed at him in a helpless sort of fashion.  The grapes which hung over her friend’s garden wall were not very simple.  They were much beside grapes.  Wilbur returned her look pityingly.

“Poor girl,” he said, kissing her hands again; “she is all tired out and I must let her go to bed.  Standing on a pedestal is rather tiresome, if it is gratifying, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” said Margaret, with a weary sigh from her heart.  How little the poor man knew of the awful torture of standing upon the pedestal of another, and at the same time holding before one’s eyes that looking-glass with all the cross-lights of existence full upon it!

Margaret went to bed, but she could not sleep.  All night long she revolved the problem of how she should settle the matter with Annie Eustace.  She did not for a second fear Annie’s betrayal, but there was that matter of the publishers.  Would they be content to allow matters to rest?

The next morning Margaret endeavoured to get Annie on the telephone but found that she had gone to New York.  Annie’s Aunt Harriet replied.  She herself had sent the girl on several errands.

Margaret could only wait.  She feared lest Annie might not return before Wilbur and in such a case she could not discuss matters with her before the next day.  Margaret had a horrible time during the next six hours.  The mail was full of letters of congratulation.  A local reporter called to interview her.  She sent word that she was out, but he was certain that he had seen her.  The children heard the news and pestered her with inquiries about her book and wondering looks at her.  Callers came in the afternoon and it was all about her book.  Nobody could know how relieved she was after hearing the four-thirty train, to see little Annie Eustace coming through her gate.  Annie stood before her stiffly.  The day was very warm and the girl looked tired and heated.

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