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"I guess I'll tell you some other time. Maybe I can get over it myself." "It would be the best way if you could." He rose and left her bedside, and then he came back. "Ellen, I've got something that I wish you would keep for me." "What is it? Of course I will." "Well, it's something I don't want you to let Lottie know I've got. She tells that Mr. Trannel everything, and then he wants to make fun.
The judge afterwards owned that he had weakly indulged his dislike of the fellow, in letting him take Boyne, and not insisting on going himself with Tramiel, but this was when it was long too late. Ellen had her misgivings, but, except for that gibe about the decorations, Trannel had been behaving so well that she hoped she might trust Boyne with him.
Four strong hands that were like iron clamps were laid one on each of Boyne's elbows and shoulders, and he was haled away, as if by superhuman force. "Mr. Trannel!" he called out in his agony, but the wretch had disappeared, and Boyne was left with his captors, to whom he could have said nothing if he could have thought of anything to say.
"Boyne, they're on to the distinguished young Ohioan the only Ohioan out of office in Europe." "Yes," said Boyne, trying to enjoy it. "I wonder what they are holloing at." Trannel laughed. "They're holloing at your Baedeker, my dear boy. They never saw one before," and Boyne was aware that he was holding his red-backed guide conspicuously in view on his lap. "They know you're a foreigner by it."
When Kenton's party left the station they found Leyden as gay for her reception as flags and banners could make the gray old town, and Trannel relapsed for a moment so far as to suggest that the decorations were in honor of Boyne's presence, but he did not abuse the laugh that this made to Boyne's further shame.
"Hello!" said the voice of Trannel, and elbowing his way to Boyne's side, he laughed and coughed through the smoke of his cigarette. "I was afraid you had lost me. Where's your carriage?" Boyne did not notice his mockeries. He was entranced in that beatific vision; his boy-heart went out in worship to the pretty young creature with a reverence that could not be uttered.
Ellen was not with them, nor Boyne, but Trannel was not asked to take either of the vacant places at the table, even when Breckon took one of them, after a decent exchange of civilities with him. He could only saunter away and leave Mrs. Kenton to a little pang. "Tchk!" she made. "I'm sorry for him!" "So am I," said the judge. "But he will get over it only too soon, I'm afraid.
"I can't speak Dutch," said Trannel, and Boyne leaned forward and poked the driver in the back. "Go back!" he commanded. The driver shook his head and pointed forward with his whip. "He's all right," said Trannel. "He can't turn now. We've got to take the next corner." The street in front was empty, and the people were crowding back on the sidewalks.
There was no carriage at the station which would hold the party of five, and they had to take two vehicles. Trannel said it was lucky they wanted two, since there were no more, and he put himself in authority to assort the party. The judge, he decided, must go with Ellen and Breckon, and he hoped Boyne would let him go in his carriage, if he would sit on the box with the driver.
Loud, vague noises made themselves heard round the corner to which the driver had pointed. "By Jove!" Trannel said, "I believe they're coming round that way." "Who are coming?" Boyne palpitated. "The queens." "The queens?" Boyne gasped; it seemed to him that he shrieked the words. "Yes. And there's a tobacconist's now," said Trannel, as if that were what he had been looking for all along.
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