Mr. Ash was engaged with a file of correspondence, from which he looked up at Mr. Ely, with a laugh.
"I have to get through all this before I can put in an appearance in the House. And here"s a man who gives me so many minute directions about what he wants to do that I can"t for the life of me understand what it is he wants. Why people can"t just say "Buy this," "Sell that," is more than I can tell. But what"s the matter? You look quite glum."
"So would you look glum if you had as much cause for looking glum as me."
"I don"t know! You"ve won one of the prettiest girls in England--and one of the nicest little fortunes, too. After that it would take something to make me look glum."
"She"s one of the prettiest girls in England."
"There"s no mistake about that. Any man might be proud of such a prize. I"ve been thinking about it all night."
"I"ve been thinking about it, too."
"And the result is to give you that dyspeptic look? Not flattering to her, eh?"
There was a pause before Mr. Ely answered. With much deliberation he put his hand into his pocket and drew out his letter-case. "I"m sorry you don"t think it"s flattering." Another pause before he spoke again; then it was with an even more acidulated expression of countenance. "I have received a letter by this morning"s post."
"No! From her? She"s going it."
"Yes, she is going it, I think."
"That sort of thing"s hardly your line, eh?"
"That sort of thing hardly is my line."
"Don"t care for love-letters--as a rule?"
"I should like to refer to a dictionary to know what a love-letter is.
If this is a love-letter, I prefer a summons."
It was on his tongue to say a writ, but he remembered that he already had one in his pocket, and chose another word.
"Ah, Ely, you must remember that this is a romantic girl. If her language seems too flowery--too kissy-kissy--you must bear in mind that in romantic girls affection is apt to take such shapes. Besides, I should think you"d rather have that than the other kind of thing--I know I would."
"Perhaps, before you pa.s.s an opinion on that subject, you"ll allow me to read to you the letter I"ve received."
"Read it! I say! Is that quite fair? Men don"t read their love-letters even to their young women"s guardians as a rule. Especially the first--I thought that was sacred above the rest."
"Look here, Ash, I"m the mildest-mannered man alive, but you never came nearer having an inkstand at your head than since I"ve been inside this room."
"Ely! Good gracious, man! What"s the matter now?"
"I repeat--perhaps you"ll allow me to read to you the letter I"ve received."
With the same air of excessive deliberation, Mr. Ely opened his letter-case, took from it an envelope, and from it a letter, unfolded the epistle, and looked at Mr. Ash. Mr. Ash did nothing but stare at him.
"This is my first love-letter--the one which you thought was sacred above the rest. I don"t know about the rest. This is quite enough for me. You are sure you"re listening?"
"I"ll take my oath on that."
""Dear Mr. Ely" (you observe how warmly she begins! Kissy-kissy kind of way, you know), "just a line with reference to what pa.s.sed between us yesterday." (That"s a gentle allusion to the trivial fact that on the day before she pledged herself to be my wife. We"re getting warm, you see.) "I have changed my mind.""
"She has what?"
"She says that she has changed her mind."
"What does she mean by she"s changed her mind?"
"Ah, that"s what we have to see. It"s an obscure allusion which becomes clearer later on; an example of the flowery language in which romantic girls indulge. "I thought it better to let you know at the earliest possible moment." (You"ll observe that she wastes no time.
Perhaps that"s another characteristic of the romantic state of mind.) "It is quite impossible for me to be your wife.""
"What"s that?"
"She says that it"s quite impossible for her to be my wife."
"But--good heavens!--I thought you told me she said yes."
"She did say yes."
"But an unhesitating--a final and decisive yes?"
"It was an unhesitating, a final and decisive yes.
"You sent me up a wire!"
"It was agreed between us that I should send you up a wire."
"You talked about having the marriage in a month."
"I did talk, about having the marriage in a month."
"And buying a house and furniture, and all the rest of it."
"Precisely; and all the rest of it."
"And you told me that you had bought a ring."
"That"s a fact. I did. I paid twenty pounds for an engagement-ring.
It"s in my pocket now. That"s one of the pleasantest parts of the affair."
"Then what the d.i.c.kens does she mean? Is the girl stark mad? Are you sure the letter comes from her?"
"You shall examine it for yourself in a moment, and then you"ll be able to decide. You understand it is the first love-letter I ever had, and therefore sacred above the rest. As for what she means, the explanation comes a little further on--in the next sentence, in fact, Perhaps you will allow me to proceed!"
"Oh, go on! It is plain the girl is mad."
""The fact is, I am going to marry Mr. Summers instead.""