Mr. Ely's Engagement
Copyright© 2024 by Richard Marsh
Chapter 17: Mr. Ely Throws the Lady Over
“Guardian! Mr. Ely! What is the matter now?”
Miss Truscott and Mr. Summers were standing at the window. They had approached unperceived in the excitement of the little argument which had been taking place within. The lady’s face was lighted with her sweetest, happiest smile. The gentleman, too, seemed at his ease; he had the lady’s hand in his. The perfect agreement which evidently existed between the lovers was in striking contrast to the perfect disagreement which was conspicuous within. Outside the room, perfect peace; inside the room, a raging storm.
On the appearance of this united pair the combatants had the grace to let each other go. All signs of actual violence vanished into space. The old lady ceased to scream. Mr. Ash hastened to the window; his plumes were still a little ruffled.
“Lily, you have been better advised than I. I commend your choice. Rather than see you the wife of such a man as Frederic Ely, I would cut your throat.”
Miss Truscott looked surprised. Mr. Ash’s language was strong in an unexpected place. Mr. Summers laughed outright. Mr. Ely picked up his hat, which had been up to now reposing on a chair, and settled it upon his head.
“Mr. Summers, I can’t congratulate you--I really can’t. Not that I have anything to say against the lady--at least not much. But the man Ash--her guardian--is the most notorious character in town. Rather than become in any way connected with such a person as that I would march single to the silent grave. Good day, Mrs. Clive. I hope that Pompey continues in the enjoyment of good health.”