"Yes, that"s all! That"s all he wants to know! A more modest request I never heard! He only wants to know where my wife is!"
"Excuse me, Ely, but Miss Truscott is not your wife!"
"But she"s going to be!"
"That she will never be!"
"Hang it, sir!" Mr. Ely rushed forward. But again Mr. Ash thought it advisable to interpose.
"Mr. Summers, be so kind as to leave this house."
"Oh, don"t turn him out! For goodness" sake don"t turn him out! Pray tell him where the lady is! And also acquaint him with the situation of the spoons! And entreat him, next time he calls, to bring his burglar friends, and other relatives."
Mr. Ash endeavoured to pacify his friend. But the attempt was vain.
Mr. Ely"s blood was up. His wrongs were more than he could bear.
"My dear Ely, I beg that you will not pay the slightest attention to this--gentleman."
"Attention! Not me! I"m not paying the attention! It"s he! And to my young woman, by the Lord!"
Still tugging at his beard, Mr. Summers laughed and turned away.
"I"m sorry you cannot give me the information I require. And you really are inhospitable, Ash, you really are. But never mind, I"ll have my revenge! When you come to see me I"ll not show you the door; nor Ely, if he"ll condescend to call."
He had reached the window when the door opened, and Mrs. Clive appeared.
"Ah, here is Mrs. Clive! I am sure that Mrs. Clive will take pity on a man, especially a man in the forlorn situation which I am. May I ask if you can tell me where I am likely to find Miss Truscott?"
"Mr. Summers!"
Mrs. Clive"s att.i.tude was a study. It was as though all the pokers in England were down her back. But Mr. Summers did not show any sign of discomposure.
"Surely you will not be hard upon a man, especially upon a man in love. Consider our position. I seek Lily, she seeks me. Life"s summer-time is short. You would not have us waste its sweetness?"
"Mr. Summers, I am more amazed than I can say."
"Oh, don"t be amazed! For goodness" sake don"t be amazed! And don"t be hard upon a man--especially upon a man in love! Consider his position, and don"t waste the sweetness of life"s summer-time--oh, don"t, for gracious" sake!" Mr. Ely pulled up his shirt-collar and "shot" his cuffs. "I reckon I"m spending one of the pleasantest half hours I ever had in all my life."
"Mrs. Clive, will you not listen to the all-conquering voice, the voice of love?"
"Mr. Summers, I must decline to listen to another word. And I am amazed to think that you should attempt to address me at all, especially as I have given you to understand that our acquaintance, sir, had ceased."
"Ceased! And I am going to marry your niece! Could you so divide the family? She who loves you so! And whom, for her sweet sake and Pompey"s, I love too?"
"Well, this--this does beat c.o.c.k-fighting! That allusion to Pompey was one of the most touching things I"ve heard. And he is going to marry your niece, so you and I, Ash, had better go back to town."
And again Mr. Ely"s collar and cuffs came into play. Mr. Ash advanced.
"Mr. Summers, I have already requested you to go. You can scarcely wish us to use force."
"No, not force--not that. If it must be then--goodbye! After all, parting is such sweet sorrow. Goodbye, Mrs. Clive, you will weep for me when I am gone. Ta-ta, Ely, we shall meet at Philippi--I leave you--yes, you three!--perchance to wrangle, in very truth thinking angry thoughts--in such an air of discord, too! While I--I go under the shadow of the trees, where love lies dreaming--and waiting perhaps for me. If I meet Miss Truscott, Ely--and I shall under the trysting tree--I will tell her that if you had been a fighting man you certainly would have murdered me."
CHAPTER XIII
THE LOVER GREETS THE LADY
There was a pause when he had gone.
Mrs. Clive, the very essence of dignified disapprobation, stood in the centre of the room. Mr. Ash, a little fl.u.s.tered, was near the window, first gazing through it in the direction which Mr. Summers had taken, and then, a little dubiously, out of the corners of his eyes at his indignant friend. Mr. Ely"s hands were in his trouser pockets, his legs were wide apart his countenance was red. He seemed to be in a very dissatisfied frame of mind indeed.
It was he who broke the silence.
"You see, Ash, it was a wild goose chase we came upon! That man looks like it, by George!"
"My dear fellow, I hope you will not pay the slightest attention to what that person says. He is the kind of man who will say anything. I a.s.sure you there is not the slightest occasion for you to feel concerned."
From Mr. Ash"s manner it almost seemed as though he desired to convey a greater feeling of a.s.surance that he quite felt himself. He cast several glances in the direction of Mrs. Clive, as though seeking for support.
"It depends upon what you call the "slightest occasion" for concern,"
retorted Mr. Ely drily. "When a man tells you that he is going to marry the girl who has promised to be your wife, and that he is going to meet her underneath the trysting tree--where love lies dreaming, he said, by gad!--some people would think that there was some reason to feel concerned!"
Mr. Ash smiled and rubbed his hands, and fidgeted upon his feet, and looked at Mrs. Clive. He seemed to find some difficulty in finding something suitable to say. But Mrs. Clive came n.o.bly to his rescue.
She advanced to Mr. Ely with a smiling countenance and an outstretched hand.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Ely; you have not spoken to me yet. I am pleased to have you back with us so soon."
Mr. Ely seemed in two minds at first as to whether he should take her hand. Then he just touched it with his own.
"Good afternoon, ma"am! If you"re pleased, I"m sure I am--though I must say your pleasure"s easily found."
But the old lady was not to be so easily put down. Her cue seemed to be to a.s.sume unconsciousness of there being anything unpleasant in the air.
"The pleasure of your visit is heightened by its unexpectedness. Lily has been working all the morning in her room upstairs--you have no idea how industrious she is."
Mr. Ely looked at her suspiciously, as though he doubted if she were a strict exponent of the truth.
"I thought he said that he was going to meet her underneath the trysting tree!"
The old lady smiled a superior smile.
"You really must not believe such nonsense as that. I a.s.sure you it is the greatest presumption upon his part."
"It would require a good deal of a.s.surance to make me believe that it was not."