Pink and White Tyranny: Chapter 20

Chapter 20

THE VAN ASTRACHANS.

The Van Astrachans, a proud, rich old family, who took a certain
defined position in New-York life on account of some ancestral
passages in their family history, had invited Rose to spend a month or
two with them; and she was therefore moving as a star in a very high
orbit.

Now, these Van Astrachans were one of those cold, glittering,
inaccessible pinnacles in Mrs. Follingsbee's fashionable Alp-climbing
which she would spare no expense to reach if possible. It was one of
the families for whose sake she had Mrs. John Seymour under her roof;
and the advent of Rose, whom she was pleased to style one of Mrs.
Seymour's most intimate friends, was an unhoped-for stroke of good
luck; because there was the necessity of calling on Rose, of taking
her out to drive in the park, and of making a party on her account,
from which, of course, the Van Astrachans could not stay away.

It will be seen here that our friend, Mrs. Follingsbee, like all
ladies whose watch-word is "Excelsior," had a peculiar, difficult, and
slippery path to climb.

The Van Astrachans were good old Dutch-Reformed Christians,
unquestioning believers in the Bible in general, and the Ten
Commandments in particular,--persons whose moral constitutions had
been nourished on the great stocky beefsteaks and sirloins of plain
old truths which go to form English and Dutch nature. Theirs was
a style of character which rendered them utterly hopeless of
comprehending the etherealized species of holiness which obtained
in the innermost circles of the Follingsbee _illuminati_. Mr. Van
Astrachan buttoned under his coat not only many solid inches of what
Carlyle calls "good Christian fat," but also a pocket-book through
which millions of dollars were passing daily in an easy and
comfortable flow, to the great advantage of many of his
fellow-creatures no less than himself; and somehow or other he was
pig-headed in the idea that the Bible and the Ten Commandments
had something to do with that stability of things which made this
necessary flow easy and secure.

He was slow-moulded, accurate, and fond of security; and was of
opinion that nineteen centuries of Christianity ought to have settled
a few questions so that they could be taken for granted, and were not
to be kept open for discussion.

Moreover, Mr. Van Astrachan having read the accounts of the first
French revolution, and having remarked all the subsequent history of
that country, was confirmed in his idea, that pitching every thing
into pi once in fifty years was no way to get on in the affairs of
this world.

He had strong suspicions of every thing French, and a mind very ill
adapted to all those delicate reasonings and shadings and speculations
of which Mr. Charlie Ferrola was particularly fond, which made every
thing in morals and religion an open question.

He and his portly wife planted themselves, like two canons of the
sanctuary, every Sunday, in the tip-top highest-priced pew of the
most orthodox old church in New York; and if the worthy man sometimes
indulged in gentle slumbers in the high-padded walls of his slip, it
was because he was so well assured of the orthodoxy of his minister
that he felt that no interest of society would suffer while he was off
duty. But may Heaven grant us, in these days of dissolving views and
general undulation, large armies of these solid-planted artillery on
the walls of our Zion!

Blessed be the people whose strength is to sit still! Much needed are
they when the activity of free inquiry seems likely to chase us out of
house and home, and leave us, like the dove in the deluge, no rest for
the sole of our foot.

Let us thank God for those Dutch-Reformed churches; great solid
breakwaters, that stand as the dykes in their ancestral Holland to
keep out the muddy waves of that sea whose waters cast up mire and
dirt.

But let us fancy with what quakings and shakings of heart Mrs.
Follingsbee must have sought the alliance of these tremendously solid
old Christians. They were precisely what she wanted to give an air of
solidity to the cobweb glitter of her state. And we can also see
how necessary it was that she should ostentatiously visit Charlie
Ferfola's wife, and speak of her as a darling creature, her particular
friend, whom she was doing her very best to keep out of an early
grave.

Charlie Ferrola said that the Van Astrachans were obtuse; and so, to
a certain degree, they were. In social matters they had a kind of
confiding simplicity. They were so much accustomed to regard positive
morals in the light of immutable laws of Nature, that it would not
have been easy to have made them understand that sliding scale of
estimates which is in use nowadays. They would probably have had but
one word, and that a very disagreeable one, to designate a married
woman who was in love with anybody but her husband. Consequently, they
were the very last people whom any gossip of this sort could ever
reach, or to whose ears it could have been made intelligible.

Mr. Van Astrachan considered Dick Follingsbee a swindler, whose proper
place was the State's prison, and whose morals could only be mentioned
with those of Sodom and Gomorrah.

Nevertheless, as Mrs. Follingsbee made it a point of rolling up her
eyes and sighing deeply when his name was mentioned,--as she attended
church on Sunday with conspicuous faithfulness, and subscribed to
charitable societies and all manner of good works,--as she had got
appointed directress on the board of an orphan asylum where Mrs. Van
Astrachan figured in association with her, that good lady was led to
look upon her with compassion, as a worthy woman who was making
the best of her way to heaven, notwithstanding the opposition of a
dissolute husband.

As for Rose, she was as fresh and innocent and dewy, in the hot whirl
and glitter and glare of New York, as a waving spray of sweet-brier,
brought in fresh with all the dew upon it.

She really had for Lillie a great deal of that kind of artistic
admiration which nice young girls sometimes have for very beautiful
women older than themselves; and was, like almost every one else,
somewhat bejuggled and taken in by that air of infantine sweetness and
simplicity which had survived all the hot glitter of her life, as if a
rose, fresh with dew, should lie unwilted in the mouth of a furnace.

Moreover, Lillie's face had a beauty this winter it had never worn:
the softness of a real feeling, the pathos of real suffering, at times
touched her face with something that was always wanting in it before.
The bitter waters of sin that she would drink gave a strange feverish
color to her cheek; and the poisoned perfume she would inhale gave a
strange new brightness to her eyes.

Rose sometimes looked on her and wondered; so innocent and healthy
and light-hearted in herself, she could not even dream of what was
passing. She had been brought up to love John as a brother, and opened
her heart at once to his wife with a sweet and loyal faithfulness.
When she told Mrs. Van Astrachan that Mrs. John Seymour was one of
her friends from Springdale, married into a family with which she had
grown up with great intimacy, it seemed the most natural thing in the
world to the good lady that Rose should want to visit her; that she
should drive with her, and call on her, and receive her at their
house; and with her of course must come Mrs. Follingsbee.

Mr. Van Astrachan made a dead halt at the idea of Dick Follingsbee. He
never would receive _that_ man under his roof, he said, and he never
would enter his house; and when Mr. Van Astrachan once said a thing
of this kind, as Mr. Hosea Biglow remarks, "a meeting-house wasn't
sotter."

But then Mrs. Follingsbee's situation was confidentially stated to
Lillie, and by Lillie confidentially stated to Rose, and by Rose to
Mrs. Van Astrachan; and it was made to appear how Dick Follingsbee had
entirely abandoned his wife, going off in the ways of Balaam the son
of Bosor, and all other bad ways mentioned in Scripture, habitually
leaving poor Mrs. Follingsbee to entertain company alone, so that he
was never seen at her parties, and had nothing to do with her.

"So much the better for them," remarked Mr. Van Astrachan.

"In that case, my dear, I don't see that it would do any harm for you
to go to Mrs. Follingsbee's party on Rose's account. I never go to
parties, as you know; and I certainly should not begin by going there.
But still I see no objection to your taking Rose."

If Mr. Van Astrachan had seen objections, you never would have caught
Mrs. Van Astrachan going; for she was one of your full-blooded women,
who never in her life engaged to do a thing she didn't mean to do:
and having promised in the marriage service to obey her husband, she
obeyed him plumb, with the air of a person who is fulfilling the
prophecies; though her chances in this way were very small, as Mr. Van
Astrachan generally called her "ma," and obeyed all her orders with a
stolid precision quite edifying to behold. He took her advice always,
and was often heard naively to remark that Mrs. Van Astrachan and he
were always of the same opinion,--an expression happily defining that
state in which a man does just what his wife tells him to.

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