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Updated: May 5, 2025
It makes me mad to see the girls after them the fools! and the men grinnin' behind their backs. There's that Ada Grosvenor, if Eweword just calls up and talks to her she tells you about it as if it was something, and inviting him down there, an' then the blessed fellers gets to think they're gods. It makes me sick!"
The nature of the one swift glance that travelled after them from Ernest's eyes did not escape my observation, so I suggested that he, Miss Grosvenor, and myself should follow a good example, and we did. I knew it would be a relief to him to overtake Eweword, pull past him with ease, and leave him a speck in the distance, as he did.
"If I don't move in the matter Dawn will be marrying that Eweword, and though he's a most handsome and worthy " "Soft as a turnip," contemptuously interposed Ernest; "eats too much. It would take twelve months hard training to make any sort of a man of him."
He looks worth a vote. He's nice and thin, and speaks beautifully without shouting and roaring, not like these old beer-swipers who buy their votes with drink." "He is a decent-looking fellow," said Eweword. "Oh, well, he'll go in then; that's all the women will care about," said Uncle Jake in one of his half-audible sneers.
The toasts were many and long, and it fell to "Dora" Eweword to respond to that of the "ladies." Since the announcement of Dawn's engagement to Ernest, "Dora" had been frequently seen out driving with Ada Grosvenor, and he paid her marked attention at the wedding; but this was private, not public, information.
Ernest was holding the pony, which was restive, while Andrew buckled her to the sulky, when Dawn came upon the scene after the concert and presented me with a huge bunch of flowers, and Eweword also got his nag ready for home-going. Dawn had not met Ernest since the night in the street, and even now affected not to notice him, so thinking it time to take the situation by the horns, I said
Dawn in a fit of the blues, probably brought on by seeing the announcement of Ernest's departure, had accepted Eweword conditionally. The conditions were that he should wait two years and keep the engagement entirely secret, and she had promised her grandma that she would think of marriage with him at the end of that time, provided her vocal studies should be continued till then.
"Mr Ernest and Dora Eweword both went to Sydney this morning, and Mr Ernest and I raced into a carriage to escape Dora, and we did; and he must have asked the guard, for he found our carriage, but he had only a second-class ticket, and wouldn't be let in." "And how came you to be in a first-class carriage?" inquired grandma.
Ernest's face went down, Eweword's brightened. "Miss Dawn is not coming over now, but later on," I said. The men's glances reversed once more. As the former and I departed Ernest carrying a wrap for me I heard Eweword say "Well, come on, Dawn, you're not going to Grosvenor's after all. It seems that old party was only pulling my leg."
Oh, lucky young lady! to be thus opportunely and romantically saved from a painful and humiliating if not serious accident! Oh, happy knight! to be thus at hand at the psychologic moment! And where was "Dora" Eweword then? And where was my rescuer? Apparently he had forgotten that he had rescued me, or that to have done so was of moment.
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