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Updated: June 11, 2025
"Anyhow, I'm mad enough to go straight to Sir Lionel with the whole story the minute he comes back from his walk with his sister and my aunt, unless you do what I want." "That won't be very nice for Mrs. Senter," I temporized, "if she's enjoying this trip she was so anxious to take; for if Sir Lionel knows about Ellaline the tour will probably break up, and he'll rush over to France."
That must mean some correspondence in character, mustn't it? Or can it be a mask, handed down by noble ancestry to cover up moral defects in a degenerate descendant? Am I gabbling school-girl gush, or am I groping toward light? You know what I want to say, anyhow. The impression Sir Lionel Pendragon makes on me would be different if he hadn't been described by Ellaline.
I would have given my right hand rather than have to admit a flaw in her that is, the one fatal flaw: slyness hidden under apparent frankness, which means an inherited tendency to deceit. This may sound as if I had found the poor child out in a lie. But there has been no spoken lie. She has only done the sort of thing I might have expected Ellaline de Nesville's daughter to do.
"You cannot know how it soothes my extreme heart-loneliness to receive a token of remembrance, and word of cheer from those I have faithfully loved, and who knew and reverenced my husband.... Ellen Terry is very sweet as Ellaline, but dearer far as my Nellie." The Daly players were a revelation to me of the pitch of excellence which American acting had reached.
I bought it back for a good deal more than I paid in Winchester, as this chap knew his business thoroughly; but that is a detail. It was merely to satisfy a kind of sentimental vanity that I wanted to get the thing out of the window and into my own hands; for, needless to say, I don't intend to speak of the matter at all to Ellaline.
Senter that Ellaline had very little money of her own. "I shall look after her, of course," I said. "But the amount of the dot I may give will be determined by circumstances." I don't know that I mayn't have put this in a tactless way. Anyhow, Mrs. Senter looked rather odd hurt, or distressed, or something queer I couldn't make quite out.
And I'm to go on being a burnt-offering till it's convenient for the real Ellaline to scrape my ashes off the smoking altar. It's all very well to make fun of the thing like that. But to be serious and goodness knows it's serious enough what's to be done, little mother? I explained that my consent must depend on your consent. So that's why I haven't had anything to eat since breakfast.
Ellaline might not be rich, he explained, but she would have enough for her own wants as a married woman. He thought her husband, when she had one, ought to wish to do the rest; and though Dick considered his own prospects good, a partnership in a detective agency hardly seemed ideal.
To Sir L. I hinted that Ellaline was bored, now that you were gone, and that she would enjoy the change of travelling for a day with new people; that she had taken a fancy to the Tyndal boy; and I added that she had asked me privately whether I thought that Sir Lionel would object to her accepting, provided the Tyndals wanted her to go to Bideford.
I nearly fell off my chair at this point, but I hope you won't do anything like that which is the reason why I've been working up to the revelation with such fiendish subtlety. Have you noticed it? Ellaline has plotted the whole scheme out. I shouldn't have thought her capable of it; but she says it's desperation.
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