“Colin’s left town.” “Really?” Ella tried to sound nonchalant. “Yes, he mentioned it to me only in passing. I think you were right about him being depressed.” “Well I wish I was wrong.” “He shouldn’t be away for too long though, which is good, because I wouldn’t want him to miss the big event.” “Big event?” Leslie smiled. “Didn’t you hear?” “No.” “Oh, well then, let me be the first one to invite you to our wedding.” Ella tried to manage a smile, but she couldn’t. “Listen, Leslie…” “No, your excuse before was that it was too soon, too quick. Now it isn’t. I want to spend my life with you, Ella.” “Now just isn’t a good time to discuss it.” “Why? When is a good time?” Leslie sounded frustrated. “I want to spend my life with you too Leslie, but I haven’t even been introduced to your parents.” “They can meet you as my fiancé.” “No, I won’t agree to that. I realize I’m not that desirable of a match for you, but…” “Ella, I won’t hear you talk like that.” “Fine, then I won’t, but please let’s not discuss this right now. I want to be happy about our engagement and I can’t right now…not so soon after Colin has left.” “I suppose it will be rather lax around here without him, but I don’t think he would want us to postpone our engagement.” Leslie was holding her hand and his eyes pleaded with Ella for agreement. He was too good to toy with. “You’re right, of course. Yes, Leslie, I would love to be betrothed to you, but on one condition: We must not slink around anymore…I won’t have anymore of that.” “Yes, anything.”
“Where did you go today?” Shirley asked. Ella thought she looked more haggard than usual. “That’s not important. I thought you might want to know, I’m engaged to Mr. Bayard,” Ella said blushing. Shirley tried to smile, because Ella looked so happy, but she couldn’t help crying out. “What’s wrong?” “It’s my chest.” “My God! When did this begin?” “Last night.” Ella ran over to Shirley. “Let me get you to your bed.” “Mina is there.” “Is she sick?” Shirley nodded yes, before passing out. It took all of Ella’s strength to drag Shirley to her bed, and then she ran in to see Mina, who was bathed in sweat and moaning, but unaware of anything. “Why didn’t anyone tell me!” Ella shouted to the air. Ella had no idea what she should do, because she didn’t know what was wrong with them. She looked about for signs, although she didn’t know what to look for. She was afraid to look for a doctor, because she couldn’t leave them unattended, but she couldn’t just watch them struggle. So, Ella did the only thing she could think of: She ran down the street to Mrs. Cox, hoping none of the boys would be home, and hoping that she would not shut the door in her face. She banged on the door feeling as if her lungs would burst. Mrs. Cox opened the door to Ella’s relief. “Mrs. Cox, you have got to help me.” Mrs. Cox didn’t look pleased to see Ella, but she listened, because she appeared so distraught. “My sister and her child are very sick. Please stay with them while I fetch a doctor.” “When did they come down ill?” she asked coming out of her door. “I’m not sure. I just got home, and this is the first I know of it.” They hurried down the street, and Mrs. Cox went in the door, while Ella called after her, “you are a saint Mrs. Cox.”
Ella dashed down the street heading for the doctor on Main Street. She felt as if her lungs were on fire, and that her heart might break through her chest, but she finally made it. “Here what’s the meaning of this? May I help you?” “Yes, it’s my sister and her child…they are very…sick,” Ella couldn’t catch her breath. “I’m sorry, I can’t help you.” “What?” “I don’t work in your side of town. You’ll have to find another doctor.” “Find…but you are the only doctor anywhere near town! You’ve got to help me…they may be dying.” “There is a lot of sickness going around the docks right now, and I’m not going to get involved,” the doctor shouted stepping menacingly forward. Ella ran out and did the only thing she could think of: She went to Leslie’s house. Someone she didn’t know answered the door, and she asked for Leslie. “May I ask who is calling?” “Miss Douglas.” The servant nodded and went for Leslie; he came quickly, having never been contacted by Ella at home. “What is it Ella?” he asked upon seeing her tears. “My sister and Mina…they are very sick. You have to help me, Leslie. The doctor won’t come.” Leslie stepped outside and put his arm around her waist for support. “Come on, we’ll do what we can, Ella, but we can’t force the doctor to come.”
There wasn’t any time to get out the chaise, so they were forced to run back to Ella’s home, where Mrs. Cox met them. Mrs. Cox’s face told the story perfectly and Ella ran into the house, bawling. Mrs. Cox followed her into Ella’s room where Shirley lay. Leslie stood in the doorway watching as Ella fell onto her sister’s body. Leslie himself turned white at the sight of Ella’s grief. Mrs. Cox touched Ella’s shoulder, “her last words were that you were going to be taken care of.” Ella stood up and Leslie came to her, so that she could lean against him, burying her face in his chest. Abruptly she lifted her head. “Mina?” “She’s all right I think.” Ella ran out of her room and into the room where Mina lay. Mina was no longer unaware of her surroundings and she was sitting up, but it was obvious she still had a high fever. “Leslie, what am I going to do?” Ella asked, taking hold of Mina. “We’ll manage.” “But Keith…I won’t stay here without Shirley…I don’t think he would even let us, we aren’t his responsibility anymore.” “That’s all right, you don’t need to stay here. Everything will be all right.” “But Mina?” “We’ll take care of her.” Mrs. Cox came in having pulled a sheet over Shirley, “the child is still very ill.” Ella nodded stroking Mina’s wet head. “We must get her a doctor, Leslie.” “We can go to the one right outside of town. We’ll take her in the chaise.” “I’m sorry Ella, but what do you want done with the body?” Ella wiped her brow feeling helpless. Leslie stepped in to take the reins of control, so Ella didn’t have to think at the moment. “I’ll send the church servant for her. She was a member wasn’t she?” Ella nodded. “Sir,” Mrs. Cox interjected, “Mr. Emmett can’t afford a fancy burial…it would be best to cremate her.” “No, she’ll be buried in the church. Tell Mr. Emmett that Miss Douglas’ fiancé is taking care of the burial cost.” “Yes, sir.” “Ella, I’ll be back with the chaise in under a half hour,” he said kissing her forehead.
When he came back, Ella had Mina wrapped up in a blanket ready to go, having quickly gotten their clothes together. The three adults and the child were outside, Leslie loading Ella and Mina into the chaise. Ella watched how carefully Leslie handed Mina up to her, and it nearly broke her heart. “Mrs. Cox,” Ella said, “thank you for your help. Will you explain to Mr. Emmett?” “Should I stay with…” “Yes, I’ve sent word to the church servant. He should be along directly,” Leslie said to Mrs. Cox, and then to Ella, “I’ve instructed for her to be buried alongside Mr. Neil. Was I right in doing that?” Ella faintly smiled through her tears, “yes, thank you.” Leslie climbed up, and they headed off for the other side of town, where they could get help for little Mina. The child fell asleep in Ella’s arms, and Leslie turned to Ella, “does she know?” “I don’t know…she’s always very quiet, I never know what Mina is thinking.” Leslie nodded his blue eyes very solemn.
They pulled up at the doctor’s home, where he conducted his practice. Dr. Smith was younger than the established doctor in town was, and he had a wife who helped him as his nurse. At the sound of their vehicle pulling up, Mrs. Smith came out of the house, wiping her hands on her apron. “Excuse me, we need a doctor for this little girl,” Leslie said lifting Mina down. The doctor came out of his house and his wife went in to set up his bag. “What appears to be wrong.” “She has a fever, and her mother…” Leslie and Ella’s faces told the truth, and the doctor took Mina from Leslie. They followed the doctor into his home, and watched as he examined the child. “I think she’ll be all right. But I can treat her symptoms here, so she is more comfortable. “Oh, thank you.” “When did she come down with this?” “Sometime yesterday, I assume, I’m not really sure.” Dr. Smith nodded. “Have you felt any symptoms either of you?” “No,” they both said. “Well, then I wouldn’t worry about your contracting whatever this is. The mother, she had similar symptoms?” Ella began to cry again. “I don’t know. I wasn’t there. Oh, Leslie, she was only twenty-seven.” Leslie put his arms around her, and Ella buried her head in his chest. “You can leave the girl here for a few day. My wife and I can take better care of her than you would be able to.” “Thank you doctor.” Leslie led Ella towards the door, and Ella called back, “be a good girl Mina, your aunt will be back for you.” “Make sure the girl gets some rest…Mr.” “Mr. Bayard, I’m sorry, and this is Miss Douglas. The child’s name is Mina Neil.” Dr. Smith nodded, “then see to it that Miss Douglas gets some rest.” Mrs. Smith touched Ella’s arm, “it’s all right dear, I’ll take good care of her, and so will Dr. Smith.”
“Where will I go, Leslie? I have no where to go.” Leslie held her head against his shoulder as they drove along. Ella was shaking, and she seemed to be having the full force of the day hit her. “I know where I can take you,” he said thinking of Mrs. Duncan. He directed the chaise towards the Duncan’s home, and as they arrived he told her where they were. Ella didn’t say anything. They went up the stone stairs, and Leslie knocked on the door, Mrs. Duncan herself answered. “Leslie!” she exclaimed. “Mrs. Duncan I have a favor to ask of you.” “Well, come in then…you know Colin isn’t in town.” “Oh yes. I’ve come about my friend here, Miss Douglas.” Ella curtseyed. “Nice to meet you, Miss Douglas. What is it you need Leslie?” “Miss Douglas is my fiancé, Mrs. Duncan, and her sister has just died today.” “Oh, I’m very sorry,” Mrs. Duncan said taking Ella by the shoulder and leading her into the sitting room already treating her like an old friend. “But, I’m very glad you have come to me, Leslie. What can I do to help?” “Miss Douglas has nowhere to stay, since her sister has died.” “Well, she shall stay with Mr. Duncan and I, if she wants to, because Miss Douglas, Leslie is a great favorite of mine, and I’d be very glad to help his future wife.” Ella smiled feeling warmed for the first time since she had seen Shirley’s body; there were people who cared, good people in the world…she shouldn’t always have to only depend on Leslie. Leslie took her hand. “Have you told your parents yet, Leslie?” “No.” Leslie knew Mrs. Duncan understood as well as he did how badly they would take the news, but he couldn’t bring that upon Ella at the moment. “Well,” Mrs. Duncan said taking Ella’s other hand, “we shall have a very nice time having a pretty girl around the house for awhile. I think Mrs. Bayard will fight us to have her soon though.” “Leslie,” Ella said, “you may go, if you have things to attend to. I’m all right.” “Yes, well I feel as if I should go to the church and make sure everything went as I directed.” Ella nodded. “Mrs. Duncan could you suit Ella up with somewhere to rest directly? I think she is a bit overtired at the moment.” “Yes, of course Leslie, I was just on my way. Will you come with me Ella?” Ella stood up to follow Mrs. Duncan and Leslie embraced her before leaving.
Chapter 10
All of the Bayards were sitting at the dining room table, and Leslie watched carefully to find the right moment to speak up. He waited for the servant to leave before he said a word. “Excuse me, mother, father, I have something of rather great importance to tell you.” His parents looked up at him, both without smiles. “Well, what is it?” his mother said icily. Leslie realized she probably didn’t like having her dinner interrupted, but he rarely saw the two of them otherwise, and certainly never the two of them together. “I’ve gotten engaged.” Mrs. Bayard put down her fork and drew in her breath. “Who may I ask have you asked to marry you?” “Miss Douglas.” “Douglas? Who is that? I knew it! I knew it! Mr. Bayard, did I not say we should watch Leslie, that he would bring ruin upon this family?” “Ruin?” Leslie shouted not wishing to control himself. “How dare you say that? You haven’t even met her.” “I don’t need to. She is of no importance to me, and therefore she can be of no importance to you. I demand that you break the engagement off!” “I will do no such thing. I plan on marrying Miss Douglas whether you approve or not.” “Why, when you could have any of the eligible girls here in Reverdy or even back in New England, where you must have been a favorite. Your looks alone could catch a pretty and well to do girl.” “I don’t care about any of those girls. I am in love with Miss Douglas and she is in love with me.” “Love is all well and fine, but sometimes one must choose based on breeding and situation, those marriages often will end better if not begun so…brilliantly,” Mrs. Bayard said the word brilliantly as if she couldn’t stand the thought of her son being so attached to such a girl. “Is that what you did Father? Did you marry for convenience? Surely Mother’s money didn’t hurt.” “I won’t have you speaking that way in front of your mother. She knows what is best for you, and you had better listen to her.” “She knows nothing about me…she never has, and she doesn’t know in the least way what would make me happy.” “I would like to meet this girl, just to see what kind of entrapment she worked upon you to make you agree to this.” “I had to ask her twice to get her to agree, there was no entrapment as you call it…if anything I am not fit for her.” “Have you gotten this girl pregnant?!?” His father put his head down at this last question, not only did it seem ridiculous, it was also not proper talk or wording for a lady, but Mrs. Bayard was fighting mad. Leslie stood up, unable to listen to his mother disparage Ella in that manner any longer. “I will ask you not to speak of my future wife in that manner Mother, she is as pure as the day is old.” “With her connections I sincerely doubt it…” “That is enough thank you!” He walked out of the room readying to smash anything that got in his way, and as he left his mother called after him, “if you marry this girl, you shall receive nothing from us! You will be disinherited!”
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Ella and Mrs. Duncan became fast friends. Ella was very helpful, and Mrs. Duncan enjoyed her conversation. Mr. Duncan took Ella to pick out a tombstone for Shirley’s grave as Leslie had sent directions, and Mr. Duncan thought her a very sweet girl. Shirley’s tombstone was to read:
Shirley Douglas Emmett
Wife of Mr. Neil and Mr. Emmett
Mother of Mina Neil
Sister of Ella Douglas
Ella wanted no dates or biblical passages, because the four persons that were mentioned were the four people Shirley had done the most for, and in the end died for. She had wanted to ignore Mr. Emmett, but had decided that without him they would have been much worse off much faster.
Ella had been surprised that Leslie had not come himself the next day to take her to find the tombstone, and two days later she had still not seen him, with only a few brief messages from him. Mr. Duncan was kind enough to take her to visit Mina as well, who was slowly recovering, and past danger. Things were marching along as best as could be considered, but Ella wished she could see Leslie. Why didn’t he come?
“It must be a great comfort to you, Ella, to have Leslie to lean on at this particular time,” Mrs. Duncan said noticing Ella’s silence. Ella put down the vase she was dusting; Mrs. Duncan didn’t have any servants except for a cook, because she couldn’t cook anything. “Yes, I am very lucky I suppose.” Mrs. Duncan watched Ella carefully as she moved about the room. “I’m sure Leslie has been very busy lately with all the worry about your sister and Mina.” “Yes, I’m sure he has. He’s been such a great help to me. I know I could have never dealt with this by myself.” Ella was feeling more reassured by this talk of Leslie, and she knew she could attribute this feeling to Mrs. Duncan’s kindness. “He’ll be around when he gets the chance. I know he’s probably dying to see you. Leslie’s a sweet boy; I’ve known him since the day he was born.” “Are you and Mrs. Bayard good friends?” Mrs. Duncan considered. “Well, we’re really merely acquaintances, from church and other social gatherings. I think she considers me a necessary evil.” “What do you mean?” “We aren’t the same type as people, but she thinks people of the same social economic environment should stay together…stronger in numbers I suppose, but I would rather not know her at all.” Ella looked down at the picture she was wiping. “I hope I didn’t upset you dear. Perhaps you will get along grandly with Mrs. Bayard, but we are just very different.” “No, I don’t expect to be well received at all with his family, because from what I have heard they are very proud, but I shouldn’t mind with good friends such as you, Mrs. Duncan. I am in great debt to you and Mr. Duncan.” “Nonsense! It has been our pleasure to have you with us.” Mrs. Duncan’s smile was so sweet, that Ella forgot all her problems for a moment, and tried to set herself to the calming task of straightening and dusting with her gracious host. “How long have you been engaged, Ella?” “Leslie asked me the afternoon before my sister died.” “Oh, I’m very sorry my dear.” “No, I’m glad it happened as it did, because my sister worried a great deal about what would happen to me if something should happen to her, and so I was able to tell her I would be all right before she died.” “That must have been very reassuring for her.” “Yes, I think so, but I hope she had no worry about what would become of Mina: I intend on taking care of her myself.” “That is very good of you, Ella. You say Mina is four?” “Yes.” “What a task. She is still very young.” “But she is no trouble: One would hardly know that she is there.” “Oh, I see. She is very shy?” “Yes, I’m afraid she barely speaks to anyone.” “What a shame. Well, with you to help guide her, I’m sure she will grow to be more sociable.” “I hope you are right.” The doorbell rang, and Mrs. Duncan left the room to answer it while Ella kept at her task, glad that she could be of some help to her kind hosts. Mrs. Duncan came back in the room carrying a letter in a tan envelope. Ella recognized the envelope from the other notes Leslie had sent her over the past few days, but this was a letter rather than a note. Ella sat down on the couch, having taken the letter from Mrs. Duncan, and she slid her finger along the fold, tearing it open. “Would you like to be alone, Ella dear?” Ella looked back down at the letter, “no, that’s all right, Mrs. Duncan.” Mrs. Duncan tried to make herself as distant and not intrusive as possible. Ella unfolded the letter with Leslie’s handwriting, and she noted that the writing appeared more erratic than usual. It read:
Dearest Ella,
I’m extremely sorry that I haven’t been around of late. I hope that you are doing well, and send my regards to Mr. and Mrs. Duncan, whom I am very grateful to for the kind care they have taken of you.
I’m ashamed to tell you why I haven’t been by, but you must know what you are getting into I suppose when you marry me. I was treated abominably by my parents in regards to our mutual attachment, and they have threatened me with disinheritance if we should continue with our plan of marriage. Do not concern yourself with this matter however, dearest Ella,. I will find a way for us to marry and make our way in the world in comfort; the last thing I want is for you to think that I am bending under the parental pressure they are using to torment me. The last thing I want is to lose you, because you are the most precious thing in my world. However, for the last few days I have been in very low spirits, and I did something which you will consider most unbearable, I am sure: Upon the hateful proclamations of my parents I began to drink a good deal. I lacked any way to convince them of their error in judgment, when I so much wanted them to love you as much as I do. I have been most retched since I began to drink in excessive amounts, and I didn’t wish for you to see me set up in this manner. I have kept away to spare you the pain of seeing what a miserable drunken retch I am, but I can not hide the truth from you. I can only try to set your heart at ease by saying that I have never been known to do such excessive things, as Mrs. Duncan can well testify. This does not excuse my behavior, and I sincerely hope you may find it in your heart to forgive my weakness. Needless to say, the thought of you hating the sight of me has brought me about to soberness, but (oh shame) I am hung over, and therefore could not deliver these words to you myself. I shall come by soon, however, if you will consent to see me.
I have taken care of all the bills incurred of late, such as for the burial expenses and Mina’s care. The doctor sent me a note saying you had visited; he keeps me informed of Mina’s state, and I hear she is doing well, which pleases me greatly. I hope we shall soon be able to provide a happy home for the dear child.
I remain,
Your faithful and devoted servant,
Leslie Talbot Bayard.
Ella began to cry, although she tried to contain herself, not wishing to upset the dear Mrs. Duncan. She put the letter to her chest and wept. “Ella dear, what is the matter? Is it bad news? Oh darling!” Mrs. Duncan said coming over to take Ella in her arms. Ella gladly accepted Mrs. Duncan’s kind embraces and she returned them feeling totally lost to the world. Ella attempted to speak, but her tears required Mrs. Duncan to listen very carefully to Ella to understand her. “Leslie says that his parents have refused to accept me! They will have nothing of me, Mrs. Duncan. They are going to cut Leslie off entirely if he marries me.” Mrs. Duncan rocked Ella trying to calm her down and saying soothing words. “There, everything will turn out all right. Why, his parents will come around in time…they are very set in their ways I’m afraid, but things will work out. The Bayards are not likely to totally cut off their only child, let alone a male child. So, you see, everything will be all right.” “Mrs. Duncan, I can not in good conscience marry Leslie if I am to be the means of his downfall. He will not lack for things, because I am not suitable. I love him too much to do that to him.” “How foolishly you talk! Ella, Leslie is in love with you, and would sacrifice everything for you, and would be happy about it at the same time. If he should be disinherited, it should not weigh heavily on his mind, I would think, knowing him as I do. What would upset him would be to lose you, so you mustn’t entertain such thoughts.” Ella nodded, but one thought kept running through her mind, and thinking so strongly she voiced this opinion: “How much easier things would be if you were to be my mother in law.” Mrs. Duncan sighed, “yes, Ella, I know a few people who would agree with that statement.” Ella looked at Mrs. Duncan, really looked at her: There had been something in the tone of her voice when she said that. “Mrs. Duncan did Colin ever tell you?” Ella couldn’t finish, because the look in Mrs. Duncan’s eyes said it all: She knew all about Colin and Ella. “Mrs. Duncan…” “Yes, Ella?” “Why did you let me stay here knowing how Colin felt?” Mrs. Duncan paused, “Ella dear, I knew it was what he would want. My son and I have no secretes, and I knew how he would have felt seeing you left without anyplace to stay. I don’t hate you because you couldn’t love my son.” “But I do! I do love Colin! I love him so much, but…I don’t know…I’ve always felt like Leslie was the one, do you know what I mean? I’m so sorry Mrs. Duncan…I really do love Colin, and if things were different, but they’re not.” “That’s all right, Ella there isn’t any need to explain yourself.” “I can’t even explain myself, even though I would love to know what is guiding me. I feel so confused, Mrs. Duncan.” “It’s all right Ella. You don’t need to cry. Colin doesn’t hate you either, if that’s worrying you. I’m sure you are making the right decision in marrying Leslie. I love Leslie like my own son, and if Colin can’t make you happy, I would think that Leslie would. He’s such a good boy, Ella.” “I’ve driven him to drink.” “What?” “That’s why he hasn’t come to visit me since he dropped me off here: When he found out just what his parents thought, he was driven to drinking, because I am to bring him to ruin, and while he loves me, I’m also a curse.” “Oh, Ella, you mustn’t think that about yourself; I know Leslie would loathe to hear you speak that way about yourself. That is terrible of Leslie to have done that to himself, but if anyone drove him to do it, it was his parents, who put him in a bad way with their undue pride. I wish I could do something to help you two. Perhaps I should speak to Mrs. Bayard, or maybe if I introduced you to our social circle. It seems to me that if Mr. Duncan and myself supported you, that they couldn’t refuse you into good society. Then, when they see what a beautiful dear child you are, they’ll gladly accept you. How can the Bayards refuse you when everyone else accepts you?” “If they accept me.” “They will.” “Why would you want to help me marry Leslie? Shouldn’t you be pleading Colin’s case?” Ella said smiling weakly through her tears. “See, you are going to be just fine, and I’m going to write to Colin, because he might be able to help with the whole thing, and I suppose Leslie will want Colin in the wedding.” “Oh, please don’t bother him.” “Nonsense! Colin will have to face up to the fact that his best friend…well you know, but he will also want to help, because I’m afraid he is as torn as you my dear.”
Chapter 11
Leslie visited Ella, and they quietly spoke in the Duncans’ library. “Ella, please forgive me, love. I am so sorry that things have turned out the way they have, but I promise it won’t always be this way: You living here, Mina at the doctor’s home, and me being bossed about by my parents.” Leslie had laid his hand on Ella’s arm so casually, and sat staring at it, and Ella wished things could be different. “Please forgive me, Ella dear, because I can’t go on living if you abhor me.” Ella looked up, speaking for the first time, “I could never hate you Leslie, but take care that you don’t make this a habit: drinking is very low the way I see it.” “Yes, you are absolutely right, and I can swear to you at this moment that I will never become so unbearable to you again,” he said kissing her hand and looking so sincere. Ella wished she could tell him about Colin; Ella hated having such a large secret between them, and to have Mrs. Duncan know as well! “I need to find some work Ella, dear, before we are married, so that I may be able to support you and Mina in comfort; I had not foreseen having to find a job, but I am sure I can easily procure one. So we shouldn’t have to wait too long.” Ella furrowed her brow: What in the world could Leslie find to do as work? He had no skills, because it had never been thought that such a man as Leslie would need to work: He had money, and a great deal as far as Ella was concerned, and if he should ever need more he could deal financially, but to actually work! “Leslie, perhaps we should not be married.” He stood up dropping her hand and looking hysterical. He ran his hand through his hair, “so you won’t have me then? I’ve ruined everything, have I?” “No, Leslie, please look at me. I only meant that it isn’t fair to you to have Mina and me as burdens hanging about your neck; it was different when you were set up for life, but now…if you marry me, you will lose everything, and I won’t have that. You must rethink this.” “I won’t have you speaking that way about yourself and Mina: I forbid it. Do you completely understand me?” Ella got ready to protest, and he asked again in a louder tone of voice, “do you completely understand me?” “Yes,” Ella said meekly. “If you still love me, there is no reason on earth that we shouldn’t be married. I will lose nothing when I marry you, because I will be gaining everything! You are the world to me Ella. To think of all the times your life has been disturbed or totally changed, and if I should be turned away by a disinheritance! What a selfish worthless lover I would be then!” He took up her hand again, but he seemed to be seething, Ella’s request had truly angered him. “Are you angry with me Leslie?” He softened in appearance, “no, I cannot be angry with you my dear.” He took a deep breath and gave a more relaxed smile. “Good. Mrs. Duncan has offered to introduce me into good society. What do you think of that?” “Really?” He began to pace the room, thinking. “Yes, its part of a plan of hers to encourage your parents to give their blessing. She thinks that I will be easily accepted into society, and then your parents can have no excuse towards denying their blessing.” “She thinks it will work?” “Yes, or rather she gives the impression that she believes it, because she might be just grasping at straws, I suppose.” Leslie considered carefully: The last thing he wanted was for the people of his set in Reverdy to treat Ella ill, because he wasn’t sure she could take more rejection. He came back to Ella’s side and looking directly into her eyes and taking her hands he asked, “are you completely comfortable with Mrs. Duncan? Would you be all right with her?” “Yes, she and I get along famously…much better than we should,” Ella said trailing off. “Good, because the reason I ask is that I can not always be with you. I should wish to be, but there are all these women’s events, and I could not attend with you. If you should always be with Mrs. Duncan or myself, I would think that you would never lack for a companion. Would that be all right? Besides, if this shouldn’t work, or if it should, and my parents still are unbending, then we shall marry nonetheless, because I intend on marrying you no matter what.” Ella smiled, and Leslie leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Oh, and has Mrs. Duncan mentioned Colin perchance?” Ella swallowed, “Yes, she wrote to him not long ago, I believe.” “Good. I should like to write to him myself, because I could use his help, for he is ever so useful in matters of jobs and housing. He should be of great use, and I would think he would be uncommonly glad to hear of our marriage, being as fond of you as he is,” he said brushing her cheek with his hand.
Leslie went out the library door to look for Mrs. Duncan, who was just outside in the sitting room. Ella reluctantly followed, feeling as if her legs were made of lead. “Mrs. Duncan, Ella informs me that you have written to Colin?” “Yes, I did not but a few days ago,” she said smiling at Ella with their shared secret. “Did you mention that Ella and I were getting married?” “Yes, I did, Leslie, but perhaps you would care to write to him.” “Yes, that’s why I wanted to ask you for, his address.” “Let me get you some paper,” she said getting up to go to the wooden desk standing in the corner of the room. “Here, I have written it down here for you.” “I would like it if he would return.” “Of course you would, Leslie. I’m sure Colin has no other plan but to return.” She handed him the small piece of paper, and he put it away. “Ella and I have discussed it, and I would much appreciate if you would help introduce Ella to society.” “Oh, good. I’m sure Ella will make quite a splash, because as you know Leslie, she is the prettiest most charming thing in the world,” she said coming over to kiss Ella’s cheek. “Yes, I thought so the first time I saw her,” Leslie said smiling on his beautiful fiancé.
Chapter 12
Mrs. Duncan led the way into Mrs. Dover’s home, where the social sewing circle was taking place that afternoon. Mrs. Duncan warned Ella that little sewing was ever done, because insufferable gossip was usually the topic of the day, but Ella brought along her sewing so that she would have something to do while the women talked. Mrs. Duncan and Ella walked arm in arm up the Dover’s steps, before ringing the bell, and Mrs. Duncan’s arm provided more than physical support. “Mrs. Duncan, I’ll announce you to Mrs. Dover, she is inside with the rest of the ladies already.” “Thank you,” Mrs. Duncan said leading Ella into the entry hall which was much smaller than either the Bayards’ or the Duncans’ entry way, and indeed, entire house. “May I introduce Mrs. Duncan,” the servant said curtseying to the circle of older women and a few young girls of Ella’s age. “Good afternoon everyone,” Mrs. Duncan said moving into the room with Ella still on her arm, “I’d like to introduce Miss Ella Douglas, who is a particular friend of mine. Miss Douglas this is Mrs. Dover our kind hostess, Mrs. Meyer and her daughter Miss Meyer, Mrs. Bayard, Miss Breckenridge, Mrs. Taylor, and I see we have another new face,” she said to the pale blond very thin girl sitting next to Mrs. Bayard. The servant had pulled up two more chairs for Ella and Mrs. Duncan, and Ella sat down watching Mrs. Bayard, who she trembled to see ignored her as if she were not there at all. “Miss Talbot is a cousin of mine. She is here visiting for a few months, although Mr. Bayard and I very much hope there will be cause for her to stay permanently,” Mrs. Bayard said smiling her icy smile on Miss Talbot, who although a pretty sort of girl and elegant, was equally icy and standoffish. Ella blushed at what she perceived as her intended replacement. To cover her embarrassment, Ella began to ply her needle, and refused to look about her at the faces she felt would have nothing to do with her. “I would like nothing more, Mrs. Bayard,” Miss Talbot said, and Ella thought she sounded very practiced and conceited. “We’re so enjoying Miss Talbot, Mr. Bayard and I. She is a perfect angel. She plays the piano and sings so beautifully.” Miss Talbot slightly inclined her head to give the appearance of being modest. “And Leslie has taken such a liking to Miss Talbot; it is as if they have known each other forever.” “Really?” Mrs. Duncan spoke up, “Leslie has just come to visit Ella and I yesterday, and he made no mention of Miss Talbot: This is the first I have heard of you, Miss Talbot.” Miss Talbot and Mrs. Bayard didn’t smile in response, but Mrs. Bayard would not be stopped. “Oh yes, they are extremely fond of one and other, and they haven’t seen each other but once, when Miss Talbot was but ten and Leslie thirteen. I suppose he has changed a great deal since then, has he not Louise?” Mrs. Bayard said in her best imitation of a laugh. “Oh yes, a great deal, and for the better, he was dreadful then,” Miss Talbot said blushing and batting her eyelashes. Several of the ladies laughed along with them, and being thus encouraged, Mrs. Bayard continued, “yes, well I have always thought that cousins, as long as not too closely related make very good companions.” Mrs. Duncan turned to look at Ella, whom she worried would be greatly upset by these statements. “Will your son be coming home soon, Mrs. Duncan?” asked Mrs. Dover with an arched eyebrow. “Yes, indeed, he will be. I received word today that he should be coming back directly, but then I am not surprised,” Mrs. Duncan purposefully left the statement open to inquiry, for she wished everyone to tire of Miss Talbot and Leslie. The women all glanced about at each other, and Mrs. Duncan looked at Ella’s sewing. “Miss Douglas does beautiful work,” Mrs. Duncan said; her eyes challenged anyone not to speak of Ella, to continue ignoring her. Mrs. Meyer, wishing to ingratiate herself began, “how long will Miss Douglas be staying with you?” Ella looked up and smiled, for the first time being addressed or rather spoken about. “Oh goodness, I don’t know. Why, Mr. Duncan and I would love to have Ella forever, but I suppose she will want to get on with her plans soon enough.” “Plans?” “Miss Douglas is engaged.” Mrs. Bayard cleared her throat and shot Mrs. Duncan a look of extreme displeasure, which she received very calmly. “We are having a party in Miss Talbot’s honor this Saturday evening, and I hope everyone will be so good as to come.” The ladies became a flutter at the thought of being invited to the Bayards’ house, and Ella looked at Mrs. Duncan who raised her eyebrows as if to say ‘who knows?’
The week went by, and Ella was taken to two more such functions, and she found that at each event more people spoke to her, but she still was not welcomed, and she knew she was only paid any attention, because she was Mrs. Duncan’s guest. “They treat me like I am your hired companion.” “They haven’t had the chance to know you yet, Ella. Don’t worry your head about it. Saturday you can dance with Leslie, and then you shall be greatly increased in their opinion.” “Will Colin be home by then?” “Yes, I believe so.” “I hope he will come as well, because I would feel much better with him at our side.” “Yes, well you will have Leslie to take prodigious care of you,” Mrs. Duncan said with a kind smile. “True, but he may not be at liberty to do so in his own home.” “I hadn’t thought of that: How absurd. His parents are plain fools if you ask me.” “Well, I may be a good person, but I don’t come with any monetary value, so I suppose that is understandable.” “Nonsense! They need no extra money. It would be understandable if they were teetering, but still I think it is terrible to treat you two in this shocking manner. Has she as of yet even looked your way?” “No, it is as if I’m not there.” “Or a servant, I suppose. I hear tell that they treat their help abominably.” “That is a great shame.”
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The next day, Friday, Leslie came to take her to visit the doctor, who was now being paid to take care of the child until Leslie and Ella could set up a home for the child to live in. They pulled up at Dr. Smith’s home and practice, and Mrs. Smith came out with Mina on her hip. Ella ran to Mina and took her from Mrs. Smith kissing the child’s cheeks. “Why don’t we all go inside, Mr. Bayard, Miss Douglas.” Leslie put his arm around Ella’s waist to lead her into the house, for he perceived that she was too absorbed in Mina to watch her step. “Miss Douglas,” the doctor said upon seeing her, “I’m very glad to see you’ve come. I think Mina has missed you.” “Have you?” Ella said bouncing Mina on her knee as she took her seat. Leslie pulled his chair close to the two of them, and Ella watched him, imaging that he was trying to think of what it would be like to spend the rest of his life with the two of them. “Have you been good Mina?” The little girl nodded, and Ella thought she looked much improved. She had a new dress on, and Ella turned to look at Mrs. Smith. “Did you make this for Mina?” “Yes, I hope you don’t mind, but I thought perhaps she could use some new clothes.” “No! Mind? Not at all. Thank you so much. We could not afford to buy her new things.” “I will repay you,” Leslie said taking out his bank notes. “Certainly not, Mr. Bayard,” Dr. Smith said putting out his hand in refusal, “we enjoy the child, and she is no trouble. My wife has not the opportunity to make clothes for children.” Ella wondered why they had not had children of their own. Ella was pleased to see Mina seeming so well, even better than she had before her illness. “What have you been doing for her? She seems healthier than ever.” “She enjoys playing outside a great deal, and she eats well,” Mrs. Smith offered. Ella considered that this would make a difference in a child’s growth, especially a sick child.
Leslie dropped Ella back off at the Duncans’ and she stepped lightly from his chaise, having received a kiss, and made her way up the stairs, where she was prepared to meet Mrs. Duncan as usual. She rang the bell, and closed her parasol, waiting patiently; sometimes it took Mrs. Duncan a while to get to the door, especially if she was reading. The great dark brown wooden door, which lacked a window, was opened, and Ella smiled, ready to tell Mrs. Duncan how well her niece was, but it wasn’t Mrs. Duncan, it was her son, Colin. She froze up for a moment, and he said nothing, and then Ella managed to smile and put out her hand. “Aren’t you going to say hello?” she urged, and he took her hand squeezing it. ‘He still loves me,’ she thought, and then thought ill of herself for the seeming vanity of her thoughts. “My mother tells me you are staying with us.” “Yes, and still from the look of it, you didn’t really believe her,” Ella tried to laugh, and she thought she sounded as insincere as Mrs. Bayard did. He shut the door, and Ella looked about for Mrs. Duncan. “Mother went out for a moment.” Ella nodded. “I’ve just come from the doctor’s…” Colin cut her off, “I hope everything is all right.” “Oh yes, well I suppose your mother or Leslie informed you about my sister.” He nodded, not bothering her with useless words. “Well, the doctor and his wife, the Smiths have been very kind in taking care of Mina until…” Ella looked away trailing off, and to make her hands busy she put away her parasol on the entry table, and pretended to look at herself in the small mirror. “Until you and Leslie are married?” Colin asked in what he mustered as a normal voice. Ella turned quickly, “yes, indeed, until we are married, but I’m afraid that won’t be so easy or so soon.”
They went into the sitting room, and Ella felt again as if she were a guest in their home, Colin’s mere presence having altered the atmosphere. “Would you like something to drink, Ella?” “No thank you, Colin. Colin, what are we to do if his parents will not support him? Leslie can’t work; what would he do?” Colin scratched his head, and leaned forward touching her arm, “Ella, I promise you that no matter what happens, I will make sure that there will be no problem finding comfort.” His kind words soothed Ella’s spirits, which sometimes dipped rather low, and she felt as if Colin would truly set things right. “Will you be coming to the Bayards’ party tomorrow?” “Party? Why they rarely entertain, that is a shock. Is this some plan of Leslie’s?” “No, indeed, it is for a Miss Talbot, a cousin of Mrs. Bayard’s, and they throw the party in her honor.” “Well, that does seem odd.” “Please say you’ll come, Colin. I would feel so much better if you would be there, because who knows how they’ll keep ropes on Leslie.” Colin nodded, “I will come then.”
