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With her head more proudly erect, a faint crimson beginning to burn on her cheeks, Elizabeth Mellen walked on and took her seat at the table, appearing so completely engrossed in Mr. Rhodes's conversation that she did not once meet her husband's eye. To all but the guest, that dinner seemed interminable, but Mr.
Do come, Bessie; I never can do it myself." "I must go and see what the servants are doing," Elizabeth said. "Nonsense! Come with me." Elsie caught her sister-in-law about the waist, waltzed away towards the stairs and forced her to ascend, while Mr. Mellen stood looking after them with a pleasant smile on his lips. When they reached Elsie's room the girl drew Elizabeth in and closed the door.
"Bring some wine," called Mellen; "is there a fire? Are you deaf and blind, girl?" "It is the masther!" exclaimed the frightened creature. "It's the masther come back oh, I thought I'd seed ghosts at last!" Her cries brought the whole household up from the basement; but regardless of their wonder and alarm, Grantley Mellen carried his wife away towards the library, and laid her upon a couch.
Mellen, still with one hand bearing down the helm, seized the cable and flung it towards the disguised boatman, who lifted his wild face for the orders he had not the power to ask. "Be ready," cried Mellen, with the quick resolution which marked his character, "jump out as she nears that rock we are safe then."
"You have the means of subsistence," he went on; "the stocks I settled upon you will be sufficient for your support. If you ever see this wretch again, it is because you are altogether bad." "Only say that when I am dead you will pardon me only say that, Grantley Mellen, for I have great need of one kind word."
The next time you venture any remark on me you will leave my service." Clorinda sallied back as if she had been shot, and darted into her own dominions, less favorably disposed than ever towards the mistress for reproving her before Dolf. Mr. Mellen dismissed the man, walked into the veranda and confronted his wife. He was pale as death, in the moonlight.
The time came when Mellen found the realization of those dreams which fill every youthful soul: he loved, with all the fire and intensity of a first passion. His cousin was made the confidant of this love; he shared Mellen's every thought, and seemed heartily to sympathize with his feelings. It is an old story, so I need not dwell upon it. Both friend and betrothed wife proved false.
Mellen its industrial Shelley, "nervously organized, of delicate sensibility" admitted that he had no authority as to the finances of the road and no understanding of them, but had taken all his orders from Morgan, the "Outlook" remarks, deeply wounded: "A pitiable position for the president of a great railway to assume."
"Get up, old fellow, get up and shake yourself," he cried, seizing upon Mellen and turning him over as if he had been a Newfoundland dog in the wrong place; "I've found her by Jove, I have! she's at old Benson's. Isn't he a brick? She's well no, she isn't quite that according to the latest accounts, but by all that's sacred, your wife is alive!" Mellen started to his feet, bewildered, wild.
"Oh, your maid!" said Mrs. Mellen. "I'm glad you told me I'll have to hold a room. You didn't say anything about her last night, so I hadn't made any provision. Dear, dear! And when do you calculate she's liable to get here?" Mrs. Marteen took refuge in her headache. "I don't know," she said wearily; "perhaps not to-day." "Oh, well, never mind. I dare say I can manage," Mrs. Mellen assured her.
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