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The cowboy, Scully, and the Easterner burst into a cheer that was like a chorus of triumphant soldiery, but before its conclusion the Swede had scuffled agilely to his feet and come in berserk abandon at his foe. There was another perplexity of flying arms, and Johnnie's body again swung away and fell, even as a bundle might fall from a roof.
It was quite marvelous to see what a difference twelve months had made in Packingtown the eyes of the people were getting opened! The Socialists were literally sweeping everything before them that election, and Scully and the Cook County machine were at their wits' end for an "issue."
"You will not go 'way until I hear the reason of this business. If anybody has troubled you I will take care of him. This is my house. You are under my roof, and I will not allow any peaceable man to be troubled here." He cast a terrible eye upon Johnnie, the cowboy, and the Easterner. "Never mind, Mr. Scully; never mind. I will go away. I do not wish to be killed."
In time he went out to meet the 6.58 train, and, despite his precautions, a gust of polar wind whirled into the room as he opened the door. Besides scattering the cards, it dulled the players to the marrow. The Swede cursed frightfully. When Scully returned, his entrance disturbed a cosey and friendly scene. The Swede again cursed.
He had not read it more than six times, in truth, he was getting it by heart, when his head clerk came to him from the front room, bearing a card: a footman had brought it, who said his lady was waiting below. Lady Gorgon's name was on the card! To seize his hat and rush downstairs was, with Mr. Scully, the work of an infinitesimal portion of time.
But if to nobody else, she must say good-bye to May. She had hardly seen her since the night of the State ball the night she had given Fred Scully permission to see her in her room. She found her in the ladies' drawing-room. 'How do you do, May? 'Oh, how do you do, Alice? I am so glad to see you. What a dreadful day! 'Yes, isn't it? Don't you find it very depressing? 'I should think I did.
Lord Monk accosted him by this name one night, and Mr. Scully replied: 'If you have taken the "e y" off your own name, my lord, it is no reason you should do it off mine. Here is another story of him. Mr. Dillwyn said to him, a Roman Catholic: 'I have lived sixty years in this world, and I don't yet know the difference between the two religions.
That woman is perpetually here, and if peerages are to be had for the asking, she ought to have been a duchess by this time. I would not have admitted her but for a reason that I have. Go you now and ponder upon what you have heard and seen. Be on good terms with Scully, and, above all, speak not a word concerning our interview no, not a word even to your mistress.
I know you'll all pitch on me. I can't lick you all!" Scully turned upon him panther fashion. "You'll not have to whip all of us. You'll have to whip my son Johnnie. An' the man what troubles you durin' that time will have me to dale with." The arrangements were swiftly made.
At home her elder sisters complained that an ordinary look or gesture often shocked her, and so deeply that she would remain for hours sitting apart refusing all consolation; and it was true that a spot on the tablecloth or presence of one repellent to her was sufficient to extinguish a delight or an appetite. Violet Scully occupied the other end of the garden bench.
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