Colin held Ella’s hand as they as made their way into the Bayards’ home, and Mr. and Mrs. Duncan followed behind them. The rooms were tightly packed, and there was the music of a piano playing in the corner of their sitting room, which served as music for dancing in the dining room, which had been cleared of all furniture. Ella glanced about her at the finely dressed people everywhere, and was glad that she was properly dressed: She thanked Leslie silently for purchasing a number of new dresses for her, some of which were fancy enough for evening wear. Colin glanced down at Ella, who he thought looked like an angel in her powder blue gown. “Should we go into the dining room? We could watch the dancing.” “Or dance,” Ella put in eagerly, feeling perfectly unobserved by the crowd. Ella squeezed his arm, and continued to look about for anyone she would recognize: The unpleasant sight of Miss Talbot playing the piano and Leslie turning the pages for her greeted Ella. ‘And why should he not,’ she thought, turning her attention elsewhere, ‘they are cousins.’ Colin took note of Leslie as well, and as they continued to move through the crowd, he endeavored to catch Leslie’s attention, without Ella taking notice. Leslie looked up from Miss Talbot, and seeing Colin above the heads of the other guests, he made excuses and headed for Colin, who was just about to come into the dining room, where the dancing had stopped for a moment. Ella looked at the couples and she hoped that Colin would ask her to dance since Leslie was busy, but Leslie had made his way quickly, and he tapped Colin on the shoulder. “So good to see you, Colin,” Leslie said taking his friend’s hand. “How good of you to have brought Ella to me!” Leslie took Ella’s hand and kissed it. “Will you dance the next dance with me, Ella?” “Yes, certainly.”
Ella and Leslie danced, for the first time ever having each other for partners, and indeed, Ella had never danced with anyone but her father and her sister, but she was very graceful, and it was so wonderful to just be with Leslie. It was better than she had hoped, being in Leslie’s arms even if it was only dancing. Ella and Leslie were so engrossed with themselves that they didn’t notice two things, one, Colin was not dancing, but watching on the outside, and two, Mrs. Bayard had spotted them, and she was making her way into the sitting room towards the piano. The music finished, and before Leslie could say anything, Mrs. Bayard was bringing Miss Talbot forward, and the dance floor was clearing. Miss Talbot brushed right by Ella, as if she didn’t know she was standing in her way, and Mrs. Bayard began to speak, “Miss Talbot has been so generous playing all this time, and now I think it is time that we let her enjoy her party.” A number a people clapped and shouted ‘here, here.’ Miss Talbot bobbed her head in that mock modesty and Ella took a deep breath fearing what was coming. “Now, who shall lead the next dance with our guest?” Miss Talbot turned to give Leslie a bashful look, and he in turn looked about for Ella, but she had been swept aside, where Colin held onto her shoulder so she would not be further jostled, and so Leslie quietly acquiesced. The music started up again from the other room, this time louder and supplied by Miss Meyer. Ella stood watching Leslie dance with the girl who represented everything that was threatening her at this moment, and she had all she could do to keep from crying. “She is a better dancer than me,” Ella whispered in Colin’s ear as he leaned down to hear her. “I don’t think so, Ella. You looked beautiful out there dancing with Leslie.” “Love makes me beautiful, Colin.” Colin thought about that for a moment. “Perhaps. Ella, if Leslie should be tied up for the next dance, would you care to dance with me?” “Do you dance Colin?” “With you, yes.” “All right then, we’ll dance.”
Leslie was busy being a host and busy being monopolized, so Colin was able to dance with Ella, and Ella was surprised to find that he was a very good dancer. His dancing was very noble and he seemed very self-assured. Ella felt very sure of herself, and indeed, the way he looked into her eyes, so that she need not look elsewhere gave her courage and a feeling of belonging: It didn’t matter that some people might not want her there, Colin did, and that was all that mattered. Colin was like a wall to lean on, and Ella wasn’t afraid. Ella never thought to look away; it was just the two of them. The music stopped and Colin calmly led Ella out of the dining room. “Where are we going?” Ella asked of Colin. “I thought perhaps you would like to go outside.” “Are there people outside?” “Yes.” They made their way to the open door, which led to the garden and patio on the backside of the house. There were fewer people outside than there were in, and Ella took a drink of the cooler summer night air. “It hasn’t been as hot lately,” Ella said quietly leaning on the rail surrounding the stone patio. “Really?” “Yes, but where have you been, Colin? If you don’t mind me asking of course.” “No, I don’t mind. I’ve been in Chicago.” “Chicago?” Ella said in awe, “Isn’t that a very big city?” “Bigger than St. Louis.” “What made you go there?” “I don’t know really. I just longed for people…lots and lots of people.” “Did you find what you needed?” “No, because I was just fooling myself. It’s better here in Reverdy, even though it’s sometimes not a very pleasant place.” Ella brushed back a wisp of hair, which had come loose. “I’ve never been anywhere, not even St. Louis.” “I’m sure Leslie will take you a dozen wonderful places.” Colin’s smile was bitter sweet, but he didn’t try to hide it, which Ella respected. “Do you like to travel?” “I used to.” Ella didn’t ask what had changed his feelings. “Does Leslie like to travel?” “Well, he’s a bit more of a home body, and I dare say you are more of a reason to stay put, because sometimes women aren’t as interesting away from home…there’s less time you can devote to them.” Colin smile’s was more carefree. “All the same, I would like to see some of the world…or at least some of the Mississippi.” “Can I get you something to drink, Ella?” “Oh, I would like something, thank you.” Colin went back indoors, and Ella looked about her.
To Ella’s delight she saw Leslie coming out with a glass, and he was heading towards her, all smiles. “I’m sorry,” he said happily handing her the glass, “I intercepted Colin, to my good luck, and was able to find you with his good help.” “Thank you,” Ella said before sipping the punch. “Are you enjoying yourself Ella? I’m sorry I haven’t been able to be more attentive. I shan’t ever be like this again, here in my own house no less.” “You needn’t worry. Colin’s been taking good care of me.” “My cousin, Miss Talbot, she is a bit pretentious, I’m afraid.” “You think?” Ella asked laughing. “I suppose it would be obvious to another woman.” “Yes, terribly obvious, and she is transparent when it comes to you.” “I had thought it was merely my mother’s plan, but Louise seems to have taken to the idea herself.” “I suppose she would be more easily convinced to marry you than I was,” Ella said with a saucy smile. “True, but I’m afraid she will never be asked, so her answer will remain a mystery.” Leslie took her hand, and they went back into the house, where Leslie and Ella were once again allowed to dance.
“Did you enjoy yourself dear?” Mrs. Duncan asked Ella as the two women sat down in the sitting room. Colin leaned on the doorway, watching wordlessly, and probably still a little amazed that Ella was staying in his house. Mr. Duncan walked through the room into the dining room, because he wanted a morsel from the kitchen. “Yes, thank you, Mrs. Duncan. I’ve never been to anything like it. I’m living a fantasy.” Colin smiled at her, and Mrs. Duncan patted her hand. “Well, I don’t know about you children, but I’m worn through.” Ella looked up noticing Colin in the doorway, and she smiled. “Won’t you sit down with us Colin?” He said nothing and came to sit across from the women on the sofa. “I should be going to bed, or I won’t be able to help with the church luncheon tomorrow after the service,” Mrs. Duncan said standing up. “Tell your father that I’ve gone to bed,” she said to Colin as she left the room to climb the stairs. “Goodnight, Mrs. Duncan,” Ella called to her. “Goodnight dear.” Colin and Ella sat in silence for a minute, before Mr. Duncan came through the room holding a small muffin. “Mother’s gone to bed,” Colin said. “And so should you two,” Mr. Duncan said, nodding goodnight to the pair of them. Ella was blushing, and she turned her head, looking at nothing, but hoping Colin wouldn’t notice her coloring. She turned back, feeling that she had recovered herself, and she found that Colin was looking directly at her. “I’m afraid,” Colin began, “that my parents are a bit lax in good taste leaving us together.” “They know we are good friends.” “It wouldn’t take place anywhere else in town. How scandalous!” Colin said smiling. “Your parents are very good.” “Yes. May I be very frank, Ella?” “I don’t know…” Ella said feeling her coloring rise again. “It’s very odd having you stay here.” “I’m sorry.” “No, I wasn’t plain. It’s very uh…comfortable.” “Why that’s the very opposite of odd.” “Yes, well I don’t suppose you would imagine that I’ve been thinking…perhaps I shouldn’t speak.” “No, go on.” “I’ve been thinking how comfortable it is to live in the same house as you.” Ella was flustered, “but you have only been here two days, I might have some nasty habit which you will discover later.” “You know that isn’t what I mean, but I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable around me, Ella. You see I’m the lucky one, actually. You may love Leslie, which is good news for him, but you live with me,” Colin smiled. “True, that is odd, don’t you think.” “Ironic,” Colin said nodding. “I have missed our conversations greatly.” “Have you? So have I.” “I would hate to think that things would change: That you and I couldn’t in good taste remain friends when I am married.” “That does sound unbearable doesn’t it?” “We would make a good married pair, you and I don’t you think?” Ella asked, feeling as if she could say anything. Colin was a bit taken a back. “Why?” “It’s something I’ve thought about lately, what with how badly things are looking for Leslie and me…I think how it would be different if it was you and me.” “I should say it would be different, but Ella, don’t tell me you no longer love Leslie? I think that would upset me just as much.” “No, I do, I love him with all my heart, but it’s hard not to think how different…” Ella trailed off. “Yes, I’ve thought about that a lot, and I think we would…well, Ella, I don’t know if you would be happy, but I know I would.” “You don’t think I would be happy?” “No. Ella, you love me for my mind or character rather, do you not?” Ella knew he was asking if she found him physically attractive, and she paused for a great while before answering. She couldn’t answer him, not from a lack of answer, but from an inability to communicate it, and Colin spoke up, “I don’t think there can be marital felicity where the one partner does not…” Ella interrupted standing up, unable to hear this, “I think I should retire. I’ll see you in the morning, Colin.” Colin watched her leave the room and climb the stairs quickly.
Chapter 14
Ella heard a knock at her door, which brought her out of her slumber. She looked at the clock on the wall, and it read five minutes past three. Shaking her head to clear it of the cobwebs of sleep, she stood and went to her bedroom door. “Who is it?” she asked, fearful that this would be someone bearing bad news. Who else would come this late to disturb her sleep? “It’s Colin,” sounded a voice from behind the door. Ella looked down at herself: She was wearing only her nightdress, but she decided to open the door quickly, instead of hunting around for her robe, as it might be urgent. Ella opened the door and looked up at Colin who stood in front of her in his pants and a shirt that was half unbuttoned. “Colin,” Ella said surprised to find herself thinking that he looked unusually handsome, “what are you doing? Do you need something?” Colin looked at her in her nightgown, and Ella felt herself blushing. “Can I come in?” “Its very late Colin.” Ella opened the door wide even as she said the words; she felt otherworldly, and she didn’t know what was motivating her. Colin came in, and he sat on the corner of her bed, the bed which was four-poster with white sheer curtains, the bed which she had just been in and that was unmade as a result. His stare seemed to bore holes into her, but she couldn’t look away. A strange tingling sensation ran through her body and lingered in her spine. Ella shut the door behind her with a nudge and on better consideration, she locked it, fearing that someone would come along finding Colin half dressed and she in her nightclothes. When she turned back, she saw a great big smile on Colin’s face. It seemed in her mind’s ear, that she could hear the piano from that evening playing first softly and then so loudly that she heard nothing else. Colin put out his right arm to take her hand, and something outside of her body gave him her hand. “Do you hear that?” Ella asked as Colin pulled her in closer. “What, your heart?” Ella noticed then that her heart was beating very quickly, and she thought it would burst when he lay his hand on her bosom to feel it beating. “Did I wake you up?” “Yes.” “I wasn’t sleeping…I haven’t slept at all.” Colin took her other hand and pulled her closer; Ella could feel his breath on her neck as he slowly stood up, and she was still floating outside her body. He was standing above her, very intense and near. “Ella…” he said, and she turned her face up to meet his kiss. All thought stopped. They were kissing and he was touching her bare arms, and they were sitting down on the bed, and she was touching his chest. It was all feeling, no thought. Everything seemed blurred, and when it was over, Ella felt as if none of it had really happened. She lay there entwined in his arms, and a horrible thought came to her, a thought that was like a blood curdling scream, and it shouted: Leslie!
Ella sat bolt upright, panting, and she looked down at the bed, where Colin had been just a minute ago. She clutched at her throat: No, it was a dream, a terrible dream, a nightmare. Ella thought she was going to faint. She looked at the clock on the wall, and it read 2:00: She had only been asleep for three hours. Pulling the sheets forward, because she was too hot, she lay back down, regulating her breath in a vain attempt to gain control. A dream is just a crazy image she told herself, but it would do no good, she rolled over and took a sip of the water she kept at her bedside. That’s why everything was so blurred, so wavy, and that I can’t recall any specifics, she thought. Her hair had come unbraided, and she sat back up to redo it. There was sweat on her brow, and the air in the room felt damp and cool, but she finally felt as if she could manage to sleep again. Laying down she said her night prayers once again, feeling as if they had failed her in some way. Leslie, she thought, yes, Leslie, he is so good to me, and I love him dearly. Repeating the coveted name, Leslie, she fell asleep in a few more minutes.
Ella came down the stairs for breakfast, which was always a small affair before church on Sunday’s. She entered the dining room, and everyone was already seated, but she avoided their eyes. She felt like if she looked at Colin that she would again feel him. “Good morning Ella. I bet you are feeling a little worn through after yesterday?” Ella managed to smile at Mrs. Duncan. Ella could barely swallow her muffin; it felt like sandpaper on her throat. “You look pale, Ella,” Colin said, and Ella thought she would choke at the sound of his voice. Her discomfort must have been evident. “Perhaps you shouldn’t go to church this morning, Ella,” Mrs. Duncan said. “Thank you. I’m all right,” Ella said quietly, but she choked, embarrassingly, and Mrs. Duncan stood up coming over to her. “Is it your throat dear?” Ella shook her head no. “I’ll call for some tea, would that feel right?” Ella acquiesced, and Colin got up to go to the kitchen to ask to have tea put on. He came back in the room carrying the tea, and she took it from him, avoiding his eyes. Ella swallowed the hot stuff and found her voice, “I don’t think I’ll attend the church luncheon today, Mrs. Duncan. Forgive me, I know how hard you have worked on it.” “Nonsense! You need the rest. I only wish you would stay home entirely.”
They rode in the Duncans’ carriage to church: Mr. and Mrs. Duncan sitting forward, and Ella and Colin facing them, sitting backwards. The carriage wasn’t very big, and the occupants were always obliged to sit very close next to the other person on the seat, so Ella was miserable all the way to church, and she did her best to smash against the side of the carriage. Ella now prayed for different people than she did two, almost three months ago. First she would pray for her father, then Shirley, her mother, Mr. Neil, Mina, Leslie, Colin, Mrs. Duncan, and Mr. Duncan. After the service was over, she kissed Mrs. Duncan on the cheek, and separated herself from the Duncan family, before they could propose sending her home in the carriage. She had to make a confession; her soul ached for it. She only hoped Leslie wouldn’t find her waiting for the priest, because he usually made an effort to find her after the service. So, in order to remain discreet, she stood in the corner towards the back in a shadow, and she kept watch for the priest. “Father!” “Yes my child?” “I would like to make a confession.” “Would you prefer to make it after the luncheon, my child?” His voice was even, and it soothed Ella. “No, Father, I would rather I could unburden myself.” “All right, my child.” Ella entered the confessional and kneeled down; the priest slid the confessional door open, “go ahead, my child.” “Father, I have had impure thoughts.” “Have you satisfied them, my child?” “No Father, I am chaste.” “Then, you must only regret your thoughts and not visit them again. Have you prayed for forgiveness?” “Yes, Father.” “Then you are forgiven.” “But, Father my thoughts are more disturbing, because they came to me in a dream, and they were not about my affianced.” “Dreams are often strange and misunderstood; often they offer a window onto the soul, but it is foolish to put too much emphasis in them. Better to forget your dream my child.” “Thank you Father.” Ella stood up and not feeling sure of herself began to leave the church. Soon she was running, running back to the Duncans’ home, where she would find a book to delve into, something to distract her thoughts. Then, later this evening she would try to see Leslie.
She was in the library, curled up on the large leather high-backed chair, when the Duncans’ came home from the luncheon. She glanced up on the wall where the clock hung, and she saw that it was half past three. Instead of going to meet them, she took her finger out of her book, and continued to read. She had shut the door to the library when she entered, and she was sure they would notice it, but she couldn’t be bothered at the moment to put on a face to meet them. She was left to her solitude for another hour, more than she expected, and then she heard a knock on the door. Putting her feet on the floor, she called, “come in.” It was Mrs. Duncan. “Are you feeling better, dear?” “Yes, thank you.” Ella found her spirit did feel more at ease: Ever since she had left the priest a strong feeling of courage and strength had grown inside of her, starting in her chest and stretching down into her fingers and toes. Ella made a cheerful smile, and to her own surprise, it was not a false smile. She felt as if she could face anything, even the truth that her very close friend wanted more than she could give him, or that she was willing to give him. She trusted that he was strong enough to handle it, and that he had been, but just now she was strong enough to handle it: She was to feel no more guilt, no drive to please. Being herself was enough for everyone.
Leslie had received word from Ella that she wished to see him, and considering that Sunday evenings were so quiet, he imagined he wouldn’t be missed. He went for his jacket, and was heading out the door, looking forward to spending an evening with Ella and the Duncans, when he heard the clicks of Miss Talbot’s shoes on the stone floor of the kitchen: he was planning on leaving by the kitchen door. “Where are you going Cousin Leslie?” she asked in a loud voice. He imagined that her high voice could probably carry all the way to the sitting room where his mother was drinking her tea. “I’m going out.” “Oh, for shame! You mustn’t leave me, Leslie,” she said wagging her finger and coming to take his hand. “Come, we’ll play at the piano for your mother. I’ll play and you can sing. You do have a lovely voice Leslie.” “No, I really must go.” “What is so important that you should leave your little cousin here alone?” she asked flirtatiously pulling him from the kitchen towards the dining room and sitting room. He was certain his mother had heard by now. “What’s this?” his mother called in her high voice. Leslie sighed, and Louise smiled triumphantly. “What’s this? Leaving dearest Louise? Where are you going Leslie?” Leslie said in a voice he wanted to make sure wouldn’t reach his mother, “I’ve promised some friends that I would go and sit with them tonight.” “Well then, I’ll go with you!” Louise said smiling and for the first time letting go of him. “Let me get my wrap, oh, and I should change shoes, unless you will be taking the chaise?” “I hadn’t planned on it.” Leslie could see his plans being ruined. “Miss Talbot, I’m afraid you wouldn’t find my plans for this evening very entertaining,” he hoped rather than believed he could discourage her. “Oh, pooh, of course it will be nice to meet some of your friends. They are my friends too.” “I won’t set up the chaise, it will take too long.” “Then I’ll just change my shoes. Be good and wait for me.” “You had your night, Miss Talbot. All of Reverdy came out last night for you.” Louise ignored the hint. “That was nice wasn’t it? But a quiet night with friends is also very agreeable. I dare say we shall spend many such nights.” Leslie nearly choked when she said we. He followed her to the stairs. Nothing would stop her. Finally he said exasperated, “I’d rather you didn’t come.” She just smiled, and went up the stairs to get a wrap and to change her shoes. His mother’s voice came to him, “Leslie, how rude of you. What will Louise think of you after speaking that way to her. You must apologize to her when she comes back down.” “I will do nothing of the sort. I have a right to go where I wish when I wish, and shouldn’t have to answer to you or Miss Talbot.” ‘Especially Miss Talbot,’ he said under his breath. “Louise is our guest, Leslie.” “She has invited herself where she is not welcome!” At that moment Miss Talbot came back down the stairs sporting a smug smile, and when she reached the bottom she took Leslie’s arm although it had not been offered.
They walked along the dark street, and Louise chattered on, without Leslie paying attention. For a moment he had entertained the idea that he should no longer call on the Duncans, but he wanted to see Ella, and he could think of nowhere else he could go. So, with some reserve he led Louise up the stairs of the Duncans’ home. Mr. Duncan opened the door, and his surprise was evident. “Leslie, Miss Talbot, how good to see you, please come in.” Leslie managed to worm his way out of Miss Talbot’s grip, and they headed into the sitting room, where Colin and Mrs. Duncan were reading and Ella was sewing. “Leslie!” Mrs. Duncan exclaimed. He came forward and shook Colin’s hand, and in turn kissed Ella and Mrs. Duncan’s hands. “I see you have brought Miss Talbot,” Colin said dryly, and the two exchanged a glance. “Yes, well she saw me leaving and she couldn’t be persuaded.” Miss Talbot looked about her as if appraising everything, and gaily answered, “well, when I heard we were visiting the Duncans, Leslie’s particular friends, I couldn’t stay away!” Leslie didn’t recollect having ever mentioned whom he was going to see. “I think we shall be seeing a great deal of each other,” Louise continued archly. Leslie sat down by Ella, and under her sewing, unobserved, took hold of her hand. “You weren’t at the luncheon, Miss Douglas,” Leslie said, careful not to use her Christian name, so as to avoid Louise’s notice, and consequently, his mother’s, although he presumed Louise knew about Ella and himself. “I wasn’t well.” “But you are feeling better?” “Yes, thank you.” Louise wouldn’t look at Ella, continuing her march of complete ignorance. “What do you think of my hair Mrs. Duncan?” Louise said fingering it. Leslie thought it looked ridiculous for an evening at home, which was what she had planned on doing before she spotted Leslie. Mrs. Duncan was a bit taken a back; she was not a lady of fashion, her clothes were smart, but simple, and she probably agreed with Leslie, but she merely shook her head in bemusement. It didn’t seem to bother her that she wasn’t answered, her task was accomplished: Everyone was looking at her. “I just love Reverdy, it’s so quaint.” Colin rolled his eyes, and Ella smiled at him, in too good a mood to be much bothered by even the unwelcome Miss Talbot. “Was the luncheon a success?” Ella asked of everyone in general. “I think so,” Mrs. Duncan said looking up from her book, “don’t you, Colin?” “Yes, Mother, but I think we all missed Ella’s company,” he said smiling at Leslie. Ella thanked her stars that Colin was so fond of Leslie. “Oh, I bet I was barely missed what with all the food,” Ella said laughing. “We had nothing to talk about,” Mr. Duncan said with a kind smile. “I believe Mother and Father have always been in want of a daughter, without ever quite being aware of it.” “I think you’re right,” Mrs. Duncan said putting down her book, “should anyone like some tea? I was just going to get myself some.” Louise looked up at Mrs. Duncan, with a look of disregard; Ella could just imagine, no servants, she would be thinking. “I would. Thank you, Mrs. Duncan,” Leslie said. Mrs. Duncan left the room, and Colin held up the book he was reading. “Do remember this one, Leslie?” Leslie leaned forward to see the title. “Oh, yes, one of your favorites. Not mine I assure you. Has Colin got you to read Shakespeare, Miss Douglas?” “A bit, yes, but just the sonnets.” “And I suppose you like it, because you two are as thick as thieves when it comes to literature,” Leslie said with a good-natured laugh. “Colin says we’ll start reading Macbeth out-loud in the evenings.” “Well, don’t get her started on Hamlet. It’s terrible.” “I’ve read Shakespeare,” Miss Talbot spoke up, “which are you reading, Mr. Duncan?” He slowly turned his attention on her. “The Tempest.” “Oh, well I haven’t heard of that one, but I love Romeo and Juliet. It’s very romantic, Leslie, I would think you would like that one. Leslie is so romantic.” Leslie knit his brows, what was she trying to do? “Civil blood makes civil hands unclean, Miss Talbot,” Colin said with a smirk. “Excuse me?” “Nothing,” he said with a shake of the head, turning back to his book. “How is Mina, Leslie, have you seen her lately?” Mr. Duncan asked. Louise cocked her head. “Well, I haven’t been since…but I receive letters from Dr. Smith regularly, and he says she is doing quite well. They seem very fond of her.” “That is good luck, wouldn’t you say, Ella?” “Oh, yes, I couldn’t be happier than I am with her situation. When I visit she seems very happy with them. No, I simply couldn’t ask for a better situation for Mina.” “I must meet Mina, Ella,’ Colin said over his book without looking up. “If you wish.” “She is such a dear child. So quiet and well behaved, but I believe she may be coming out of her shell with the Smiths.” Leslie said. Louise watched each speaker as if she were watching a tennis match.
“Is the creek running alongside Reverdy maneuverable?” Miss Talbot interrupted, surprising everyone in the room. “Do you mean Beauregard Creek?” Leslie asked. “I suppose.” “Yes, it can take small boats…very small.” “Then I have come up with a delightful plan. We should go for a ride on the…Beauregard, just the young people. Is that not a capitol plan? Don’t you think, Colin, Leslie?” The two looked at each other. “Well, if you could secure us some boats, I would plan all the rest: the invitations, the food, the date…could you all get us some vessels?” “I suppose,” Leslie complied. “What’s this?” Mrs. Duncan asked coming into the room, and handing Leslie his cup of tea. “We’ve decided to take a floating trip, is that not a wonderful idea?” “Not on the Mississippi I certainly hope, Miss Talbot. That river is extremely unpredictable.” “Oh, no. Not the mighty Mississippi, I assure you, Mrs. Duncan…I would not be so foolish: The pleasant little creek alongside town.” “Oh, well I suppose the young should have such sports,” Mr. Duncan put in. “Then it is decided!” Louise said clapping her hands in a stupid manner. Leslie squeezed Ella’s hand underneath her sewing. “Leslie, you will have to help me with the invitation list, for we want no one too old, or too young, excuse me Mr. and Mrs. Duncan, but I think it makes for a merrier party.” “Perhaps Miss Douglas could help you, she knows a great deal of the young women,” Leslie offered, “Colin and I have been away for so long, that the first we saw of them was last night.” “Louise looked at Ella for the first time. “I dare say I shall never require her help in society. Now, it is late, and I would like to go home,” Louise said trying to regain her temper, so as appear in her best light. She stood up, and Leslie had no choice but to leave: Not even a moment alone with Ella.
Chapter 15
Miss Talbot was scribbling away at the dinner table after everyone had finished, which Leslie found rude, but no one else seemed to care. She was working on the guest list for the float trip, but Leslie couldn’t see how it would take so long to complete such a simple list. “Leslie you have been very vexing in not helping me with the list.” She smiled flirtatiously. His mother took notice, “help Miss Talbot, Leslie. She is not familiar with everyone.” “Neither am I, I have been away at school.” “Nonsense. Perhaps I could help you dear. Give me the list, I will see if you have forgotten anyone.” Louise handed over the list. Mrs. Bayard took out her reading glasses, “Miss Meyer, Miss Breckenridge, the two Mr. Gregorys, Mr. Duncan…what’s this, Miss Douglas? Now why would you invite that girl, Louise?” “Well, Leslie has said he wouldn’t come unless she was along.” His mother looked at him over her glasses. “I shouldn’t have to ask whether this is the truth, you are bound to do or say anything these days. It’s a great shame you choose to act so with our dear cousin visiting.” Casting him a very scornful look she continued reading the list, “Miss Morgan, and Mr. Pierce. That is a fine list, minus one, I should say.” Leslie slammed his napkin down and stood up, “thank you very much, but I would rather spend the day with Miss Douglas alone, so if that would be more agreeable?” “I have told you not to spend time with the likes of Miss Douglas, Leslie. I can not approve of what the Duncans are doing, but I am not their keeper, but I am yours. I’m sorry to have to have spoken to you thus in front of Miss Talbot, but you’ve left me no choice.” “I am sure she knows all of my business as it is,” he said leaving the table.
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It could not be helped, Ella was included in the float trip, and on the day of the event, Leslie hoped they could find some joy in being in each other’s company. The got three small boats. And each, would carry four, except one which need only to carry three passengers. The invited persons arrived at the designated spot by different modes of travel, and Leslie and Colin, who were in charge of the boats arrived first bringing with them Louise and Ella, respectively. It was determined that one boat should hold one lady, two gentlemen, the other two ladies, one gentleman, and the last boat containing two ladies, two gentlemen. Louise was determined to ride with Leslie, but they were at crossed purposes, because Leslie wanted to be with Ella, and he couldn’t stand the thought of being with Miss Talbot. Leslie and Colin were pushing the boats into the water along with Mr. Pierce. The youngest Mr. Gregory, who was only seventeen himself, was helping Louise down the bank, carrying her parasol. Leslie glanced at Mr. Gregory, who he considered very immature and foolish. Ella wasn’t being assisted by anyone, which troubled Leslie greatly, and caused him to hurry with pushing off the boats, so that he could go to her. Before he could get to her, Louise intercepted him, “Leslie, I want you and Mr. Gregory to guide my boat.” “I have to help the other ladies, Miss Talbot,” he said going to Miss Morgan and Ella, who were both struggling down the slippery bank without help. Colin was steadying Miss Breckenridge as she stepped into one of the boats, and Miss Meyer was waiting to get in as well. Leslie knew that Colin thought Miss Meyer decent, and neither of them knew Miss Breckenridge, so he thought Colin would have a tolerable time. It appeared that the two Mr. Gregorys were getting into Miss Talbot’s boat, even though she was trying to discourage the older one so she could entrap Leslie. Leslie held Miss Morgan’s one hand and handed her into Mr. Pierce, and then Leslie and Ella got in.
As they rowed down the tiny creek, Ella and Leslie talked, and while Mr. Pierce and Miss Morgan were slightly on the outside of their conversation, they soon began to carry on their own. Leslie and Ella were actually enjoying themselves, and Colin wasn’t too bad off either. While he knew Miss Meyer to be rather unassuming, he found Miss Breckenridge to actually be a sweet girl. She was rather young, sixteen, but she was interested in school, and thought she might like to be a teacher. Unlike some of the other people present, it might be important that Miss Breckenridge should earn a living, because she was not one of the richest people in town. What allowed her to be in good society was the fact that her parents were ancestors of some of the founders of Reverdy, and they had at one time been one of the richest families. Now they were merely middle class, but they were welcome at all of the finer occasions in town. Miss Breckenridge would even be considered a good catch in Reverdy, because of the status her name carried. Luckily she had a younger brother who would carry on the Breckenridge name. Colin hadn’t been too worried about his two companions, but now he found himself to be very lucky to have chosen them. Miss Meyer’s sometimes giddy talk brought Miss Breckenridge out her tendency towards the shy side, which allowed Colin to get to know her better, and the only thing to interrupt general enjoyment was the shouting of Miss Talbot, who wanted to know what everyone was talking about every few minutes. Colin was waiting for her to tip over her boat with all her waving and pointing, and it would serve her right if she did fall into the water ruining her dress. She wasn’t even holding her own parasol: The youngest Mr. Gregory was holding it above her head and smiling foolishly.
She called out again, “Cousin, what are you speaking endlessly about?” Miss Talbot had to turn around, which was awkward, but Leslie’s boat was behind hers. Leslie’s back was to her, as he was rowing, and he smiled at Ella, who bit her tongue to keep from laughing. As usual, Leslie ignored Louise’s calls, and she turned forward again, discouraged. She was beginning to become embarrassed, “my cousin cannot hear me I’m afraid, or else he would answer,” she said addressing the elder Mr. Gregory. He gravely nodded in return, but he wasn’t listening: He was too caught up in her presence to bother to listen to her. Louise only hoped they would soon pull over to have their picnic. She wasn’t so lucky, while they did stop for lunch in less than a half-hour, she wasn’t in good condition when she was lifted out of the boat onto the grassy shore. Colin’s premonition had come true-Louise fell into the water taking the Mr. Gregorys with her when she turned abruptly to call out to Leslie again. It was quite a scene worthy of everyone’s attention. While the water was not very deep, Louise landed on her front soaking her entire person and bruising her elbow on a rock. She went over with a scream, and the Gregory brothers went with her, the youngest Mr. Gregory embarrassing himself by shouting out too. Immediately following the tumble, Leslie and his boatload stopped to help them and Colin rowed over to the bank so as not to go any further leaving them. Colin was much amused by his forethought, and Miss Breckenridge could not help but notice. Louise began to cry as soon as she realized she was soaked and her dress by any standard could not be salvaged. Their little boat was upside down, and Louise was on her hands and knees in the water, bawling in a very unladylike manner. The brothers were standing by the time Leslie got to them, but the younger Mr. Gregory appeared to be so upset about his own appearance that he did nothing to help Miss Talbot, and the elder one was a bit stunned it seemed. Leslie stepped out of the boat onto the bank and lent his hand to his cousin. “Oh cousin!” she cried. “There, there, Miss Talbot. You will be all right. You have only frightened yourself.” She did look like a drowned cat Ella considered and her skirts must be heavy with the water. “Perhaps we should stop now,” Leslie called to everyone. Colin, taking his cue, helped Miss Meyer and Miss Breckenridge out of their boat, and Mr. Pierce took Miss Morgan and Ella’s hands to assist her. Luckily enough, at the last minute before leaving, Miss Talbot had made Miss Meyer take the basket full of their food, so at least that wasn’t spoiled. The party, some very wet, sat on the grass and Ella took charge of distributing the food, as Miss Talbot was so glum that she couldn’t be inspired to do anything but pout. It seemed that neither of the brothers wished to have anything to do with Louise at the moment, so Miss Morgan was comforting her. Colin watched with relish that such a scheming little girl, for that was how she was acting, had been brought down a least a notch.
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“Leslie, please come here,” his mother called as he walked up the stairs past the sitting room. He came in the room. “Why was it Miss Talbot fell into the water? I consider it your responsibility to take care of her. She is very special to us.” Leslie felt as if Louise was hiding behind the dining room wall so as to hear them. “She was flailing about, I believe.” “Honestly, I have never known Louise to flail about! She is much above such activity, and I believe there must have been some negligence on your part. Why wasn’t she in your boat? She is your cousin, Leslie.” “That may be true, but she was with the Gregory brothers, and I thought them to be responsible. I was otherwise employed.” “It was your duty to stay with Louise, and I am surprised you wouldn’t choose such an arrangement to begin with.” “No you’re not.” “Don’t speak back to me. Louise told me, quite innocently that you were with that Douglas girl, and this is the last straw. To ignore your dearest Louise because of that girl! She could have drowned!” “Even this is a great exaggeration for you, Mother.” “Perhaps, but this is not the point. I have some very shocking news about this Douglas girl.” “What now?” Leslie breathed out in a huff. “I have it on very good account that she has a bastard child.” Mrs. Bayard said this with satisfaction as if she had finally burst her son’s irrational bubble. Leslie’s response was a dropped jaw and his face was turning red, but Mrs. Bayard was mistaking his reaction: He was not angry at Ella, because he did not believe a word of it, and he guessed where this rumor originated, although he could not guess how it sprung up. “Yes, that’s right, a bastard! I don’t suppose you knew about this! Of course don’t begin to think that I believe this child is yours, but of course some people may begin to talk, which is why you must stop being with this girl, at all.” Leslie stepped back; afraid he would strike out. His breathing was coming fast, and he left the room heading for the dinning room where he thought he had spotted the shadow of a figure. He charged into the room, his mother calling after him. As he had thought, Miss Talbot was standing there, and she did her best to look surprised to see him and innocent. Her face fell when she saw the murderous look he was giving her. “You! You started this! You told my mother that abominable lie. Then, how many other people have you told? Oh Lord, you are a curse!” Louise ran from the room, and Leslie followed her stopping her flight by backing her against the wall. “I won’t have this going about! You will march your lying self right in there and tell the truth, that you know nothing of the sort, that you made it up out of…jealousy? Spite? What makes you do such horrible things?” Louise was too frightened to cry and she submitted to his rough handling of her arm as he jerked her towards the room where his mother was already on her way out of when she heard her son’s shouts. “There! Tell her right now!” “Leslie!” his mother shouted. “No, she will speak the truth if I have to shake it out of her.” “I tell the truth,” his cousin said meekly looking at her feet. “You see, Miss Talbot speaks of what she knows.” “She speaks of what she knows not and she speaks falsehoods which could ruin a number of people’s lives.” “I do,” she said stamping her foot, “I do speak the truth. I heard her with my own ears. She keeps the child elsewhere, and it is a girl child. I heard, I heard!” Leslie looked shocked: Miss Talbot was referring to Mina, and while he suspected that she understood the real nature of their relationship, she had indeed not pulled this out of the air. “It is her niece you speak of, for the child’s mother is dead, and here you are calling the poor thing a bastard. I don’t want to ever hear you speak about Miss Douglas again.” Leslie left the room, feeling that while they both believed him, he had not succeeded in changing their feelings about Ella.
Chapter 16
Ella walked down the street, returning from running an errand for Mrs. Duncan. She had been to the grocer, for Mrs. Duncan had decided they should have beef for dinner, as Leslie was coming, and she wanted to have a nice meal. The cook had been busy, so Ella had offered to make the trip, and the idea of being alone for awhile appealed to her. Sometimes she felt a bit penned in, but she never complained since the Duncans were being so generous in keeping her. She sidestepped a puddle left from the early morning rain, so as not to get her skirts dirty. Mrs. Duncan had bought her this dress, and it was lilac with a cream trim and a square neck. She had on a straw bonnet, because she couldn’t be bothered with a parasol when she had to carry the shopping basket. Her pace was quick, because she didn’t want dinner to be delayed since the main course had been changed so late. It was rare that Leslie could get away alone these days from his parents and his cousin, so it was a special occasion. Ella looked to her side, seeing out of the corner of her eye someone standing feet spread across the street which was rather empty, and it appeared that this man was staring at her. She smiled wondering what was the matter with the man who appeared to be well bred to make him stare in such a rude manner. Then she realized she was attracting a few other spectators along the street, who were equally socially adept. She didn’t stop walking, but she did look at the street in front of her with great concentration feeling very odd. Someone of a childish voice called out, “Hey there. There goes Mary Magdalene!” Ella couldn’t believe her ears, surely they couldn’t be speaking of her…why they were calling her nothing better than a prostitute. “Where’s the bastard?” They taunted. She hurried along, starting to cry angry tears. What could make these people talk to her thus?
She entered the house, and tore off her bonnet, pulling at the pink ribbons that held it. As hard as she tried she could neither stop her tears, nor could she figure out what a prompted the people’s jeers. Mr. Duncan came into the entry hall to fetch the beef, when he noticed Ella’s tears. “What’s wrong Ella dear?” Ella wiped at her face, “I’m sorry. I’ve gotten too hot I believe.” Mr. Duncan knew this to be a lie, but he didn’t press her, instead he took her around the shoulder and led her into the living room, carrying the basket. “Why don’t you sit down, and I’ll get you a glass of water.” “Yes, thank you.” Mr. Duncan returned with the glass of water, having given the beef to the cook. “Leslie will be over soon, so why don’t you rest in your room for a bit? I think you would feel better then.” “Oh, yes, thank you so much. I’ll take the water with me.” “Will you be all right dear? Should I send Mrs. Duncan up to check on you?” “I’ll be all right.” She couldn’t bother Mrs. Duncan with this, not after she had tried so hard to make everyone accept Ella. Colin couldn’t be approached either; she would have to wait until Leslie arrived and try to speak to him about it. She hated the thought that she had made these people’s lives more complicated and difficult after all they had done for her.
Sitting in her room, she looked at herself in the mirror over the vanity. She surprised herself every time she glanced in a mirror: She appeared so different to herself than she had just a few short months ago. Where had her extremely modest clothes gone? And her hair was even shinier, probably due to better food. Then she looked at her left hand: She was wearing a diamond engagement ring which Leslie had given her two weeks earlier, and he had finally persuaded her to wear it three days ago. It felt foreign on her finger, but its sentiment meant something very important to her: Leslie still loved her, maybe even more than earlier. She wouldn’t take it off for the world now that she had put it on. There was water in her bowl on the vanity, and she wiped her face with the towel she dipped in it, trying to cool herself down and cause the streaks from her tears to disappear. It would be a half-hour before Leslie arrived, and she had to remain calm, so as not to frighten Leslie upon seeing her. She lay down on the bed, her head aching a bit from her tears, and she waited to hear the sound of his boots on the stone steps below her open window.
Ella hurried down the stairs soon after Leslie arrived. She came down the stairs almost running, and she saw Leslie turn around from the entrance of the sitting room. His face broke into a smile when he saw his love coming down after him, and he put out his arms. She seemed so glad to see him that he didn’t hesitate to embrace her in a hug. He kissed her forehead, and took her arm as they made their way into the room, where they would wait for dinner to be ready. Sitting on the sofa, he squeezed her hand. She felt much stronger since he was there. Everyone was in the room, including Mr. Duncan who Ella noticed was watching her carefully. “How has everyone been?” Leslie asked with a smile, forgetting all his worries. “We’ve been just fine,” Mrs. Duncan said speaking for herself and Mr. Duncan. Colin spoke up “I’ve been having fond memories of our river trip.” “Yes, I hear that went very well,” Mrs. Duncan said with a funny smile. “I suppose you speak of Miss Talbot,” Leslie said, not wishing to speak of her at the moment. “Well, I suppose she got her just desserts.” “Not enough, I don’t think,” Leslie said, but then he smiled to wipe away the unpleasantness. Ella was watching his face, paying little attention to the conversation. “Excuse me, but dinner is ready,” the cook said entering the room, and everyone stood up to go to the dinning room. They sat down, and the cook brought everyone their plate. “How are your parents, Leslie?” Mr. Duncan asked with a look of grimness. “Fine,” Leslie said with equal unhappiness.
Finally, after dinner, the rest of the family conspired to leave the two of them alone, and Ella was ready to bring up the incident. “Ella, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” “Yes?” “When do you think we should arrange for the wedding to take place? I think we need at least a month for the arrangements to be made, don’t you?” Ella was a bit taken a back, because they had never actually discussed the actual wedding. “I wouldn’t know.” “I would like to be married in a month Ella, that’s what I really mean to say, but there will be a lot to do.” “If you think it can be done…” Ella felt as if he should know what was happening first. “Leslie something horrible happened to me this afternoon.” His face took on the look of concern and he took her hand. “What?” “Some people…people like you…I mean people of weight in the society, but mostly younger…they shouted at me.” “What!” Leslie almost shouted. “Who was it?” “I don’t know. They were across the street, a group of them,” the tears renewed themselves. He pulled out his handkerchief and gave it to her. “They called me names…and it was awful.” “Called you names? What would make them do that?” “I don’t know they were saying that I was…unchaste.” Leslie turned red; he knew where this rumor had started. “I’ll take care of this.” “Do you still want to marry me?” “Yes, of course! In a month, my darling, just think, in a month we’ll be married.” He leaned in to her touching her arm gently and Ella closed her eyes; he kissed her wet nose first and then her lips, which tasted of salty tears.
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“Well, now you two have done it,” Leslie said as calmly as he could. “People have been harassing Miss Douglas in the streets as if she were a common criminal, and it is all because you two like to spread rumors in hopes that I will send her packing, but I’m never going to do that. I have explained to you that Miss Douglas is the purest, sweetest, and most intelligent girl I know, but you have ruined her reputation, and it will take a good deal of talking on my part to clear this up.” Miss Talbot and Mrs. Bayard watched him in silence. “So, I wish to inform you, although I do not mean to pretend that you are in any way required to know my business at this point, that Ella and I will be married within a month, and I will begin to make arrangements tomorrow.” Mrs. Bayard did not miss a beat, “then you will be disinherited, we will have nothing to do with you, and we shall never acknowledge this trumpet.” “Do as you see fit, I certainly don’t care. I won’t be living with you in a month, so it makes no difference to me.”
Chapter 17
There was a great deal to be done, more than Ella had ever imagined. Leslie had to make reservations for the church, which took top priority. Then once they had secured the church on the Saturday a month from this week, Leslie had to begin the search for a house, and he wanted Ella to have a say in their home; the problem was that he had no income. “You’ll have to get a job my friend.” “I’m afraid you’re right, but then it is what is right,” Leslie said to Colin who sat across from him in the library. “Ella won’t mind that our income isn’t great, but I wish I could do more for her than I’m afraid I will be able.” “No, of course she won’t mind, and she could teach, she’s that smart.” “I won’t have her working.” “No I didn’t think so. I know I wouldn’t let her work…she’s done enough in her life I think.” “Yes, exactly, but I will need a good job.” “I can help you look about.”
The problem was that the lifestyle Leslie was accustomed to and the way in which he wished to support Ella did not quite match his qualifications or the job opportunities in Reverdy. This was apparent to Leslie’s closest friends, the Duncans and Ella herself. Ella went along looking at homes, which were out of their price bracket, and they looked at lots where they could build at a pretty price even a modest home. Mrs. Duncan was particularly worried about Leslie’s pie in the sky dreams, which his inheritance could have supported, but now that was not an option. So, Mrs. Duncan took care of the details that a bride’s parents would: the gown, the church decorations, invitation list (however small), and the bride’s trousseau. Ella’s gown was ordered from Boston, and it would just arrive in time for alterations.
There was one more object of concern: Mina. Leslie couldn’t afford to take care of Ella, let alone her niece, but he wanted to be able to take care of them both. He knew how much Mina meant to Ella; so he went to the doctor and his wife to discuss the child’s removal to their new home once they were married. He made the trip alone. The Doctor and his wife always seemed glad to see him, but when he gave them the news their faces fell. “A month?” Mrs. Smith said patting Mina’s head, which had popped up, next to her lap. “Well, that’s when we’ll be married, a month. Of course we’ll be wanting you to attend, and Mina will be our flower girl.” The child smiled at the thought of that, even though she probably didn’t know what it meant to be a flower girl. “Yes,” the doctor said, “we had not thought it would be so soon, but of course you will want to take Mina.” He did not seem so sure. “So, you have a house then?” Mrs. Smith asked lifting Mina onto her lap, and Leslie thought how fond Mrs. Smith seemed of Mina. “No,” Leslie hesitated, “not yet, but we are looking. I hope we shall have one by the time of the wedding.” “And installed in it so quickly?” This was true, and they didn’t have furniture. The expenses seemed to double every time he considered them. “It will be difficult.” “Perhaps we could keep Mina for you if it takes longer than you expect?” “Oh, well, I don’t see why not. That’s very generous of you.” “No, it’s very selfish of us actually,” she said looking like a child caught doing something naughty. “Selfish? Surely not, Miss Douglas and I are ever so indebted to your kindness.” “We have grown very fond of Mina,” the doctor said standing up and moving about the room. “And Mina is happy here,” Mrs. Smith put in. “Yes, that is obvious. She seems so much improved from when we left her here.” “The truth is we would like to keep Mina…we would like to adopt your fiancé’s niece.” Leslie was taken a back by the doctor’s words. “Adopt?” “Yes, we simply adore Mina,” Mrs. Smith said handing the child over to Leslie for him to hold and bounce on his lap. Mrs. Smith whispered “the poor thing has lost her mother.” “Yes, but Ella and I…” “Of course, you are the guardians of the child, but you will have children of your own, and we could care for Mina solely.” Leslie considered. He had often worried that when they had their own children Mina would feel second rate. “We can give her everything she needs, Mr. Bayard,” Mrs. Smith pleaded. “This is truly not up to me, I’m afraid. It is more Mina and Ella’s decision to make. Ella is so bonded to Mina. They are like sisters, or mother and child. It has just been her bad luck that separated them.” “Oh, yes, we are aware that Miss Douglas does not, nor did she wish to abandon the child. She did all she could, and the right thing.” “I will talk these things over with Ella, but I’m afraid she won’t like the idea very much.” “She would see her whenever she liked. She still would be Mina’s aunt; we do not wish to change that. It would be no different than if her sister had not died, and she would have married you.” “Yes, but you must understand that Ella feels a responsibility to Mina and a great deal of affection. I will try to explain the situation to her, but I cannot promise nothing from myself or her.”
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“Ella, we need to discuss Mina.” Ella knitted her brow, wondering what there could be to discuss. “We probably won’t have a house by the time the wedding rolls around, and even if we did, we wouldn’t have it furnished.” Ella nodded, understanding the problem. “The thing is, I don’t know if we can even afford a house, let alone furnishings, because I haven’t found a job yet. We don’t have any income.” She sighed, feeling somewhat badly that Leslie was beginning to realize what she had known to be true for days. Leslie sat down with an air of defeat. “Even if I got a job tomorrow I wouldn’t make enough in time I’m afraid. We’ll be without a place to stay for awhile.” Mrs. Duncan had approached Ella on this subject, “Leslie, we are welcome to stay with the Duncans for the time being, if you wouldn’t mind staying in the guest room,” she said laying her hand over his. Leslie hated to impose on them any longer, but he was afraid he wouldn’t have a choice. “Then, if that should be the case, Mina would have to stay with the Smiths.” “Poor dear, not that they aren’t wonderful, but I begin to feel badly about the whole thing.” “That is the thrust of it really.” “What?” “I spoke with the Smiths today, and they have made a proposal.” Leslie didn’t quite know how to say it without making Ella cry or something dreadful like that. “Dr. and Mrs. Smith have grown extremely fond of our little Mina.” Ella thought it was sweet of Leslie to refer to Mina thus. “They have asked me to ask you if they could adopt her.”
