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Updated: May 27, 2025
Finally he got the truth through his head, and it was nuts to me, even in my rage, to see how his English drawl disappeared, and how quick he could be when he really became excited. I left him hurrying into his clothes, and went to my car, for I didn't dare to see the exodus of Lord Ralles, through fear that I couldn't behave myself.
I went out on the platform to wish them good-morning, arriving just in time to see Lord Ralles help Miss Cullen out of her saddle; and the way he did it, and the way he continued to hold her hand after she was down, while he said something to her, made me grit my teeth and look the other way. None of the riders had seen me, so I slipped into my car and went back to work.
"I would rather not say, Miss Cullen." "How unfair you are!" she cried. "You without the slightest reason you suddenly go out of your way to ill-treat insult me, and yet will not tell me the cause." That made me angry. "Cause?" I cried. "As if you didn't know of a cause! What you don't know is that I overheard your conversation with Lord Ralles night before last."
"The train-robbers were such thoroughgoing duffers at the trade," I said, "that if they had left their names and addresses they wouldn't have made it much easier. We Americans may not know enough to deal with real road agents, but we can do something with amateurs." "What are we stopping here for?" snapped Lord Ralles. "I'm sure I don't know," I responded.
I never claimed to have a good temper, and it was all I could do to hold myself in. I turned to Miss Cullen to wish her a pleasant trip, and the thought that this might be our last meeting made me forget even Lord Ralles. "I hope it isn't good-by, but only au revoir," she said.
If I was perplexed, I wasn't going to give Lord Ralles the right of way, and as soon as I had made certain that the telegram was safely started I joined the walkers. I don't think any of us enjoyed the hour that followed, but I didn't care how miserable I was myself, so long as I was certain that I was blocking Lord Ralles; and his grumpiness showed very clearly that my presence did that.
The words look simple enough set down here. But the tone in which she said them, and the extended hand and the grateful little squeeze she gave my fingers, all seemed to express so much that I was more puzzled over them than I was over the robbery. "You had better come back to the car, Miss Cullen," remarked Lord Ralles, after a pause.
Miss Cullen looked at her father for a moment as if not believing what she had heard. Lord Ralles scowled and opened his mouth to say something, but checked himself and only flung his discard down as if he hated the cards. "Thank you, papa," responded Miss Cullen, "but I think I will watch you play." "Now, Madge, don't be foolish," said Mr. Cullen, irritably.
Gordon," and after a glance at Lord Ralles that had a challenging "I'll do as I please" in it, she went to get her hat and coat.
"I think you had better," insisted his lordship, with such a manner that I felt inclined to knock him down. To my surprise, Madge seemed to hesitate, and finally said, "I'll walk up and down the platform, if you wish." Lord Ralles nodded, and they went out, leaving me in a state of mingled amazement and rage at the way he had cut me out.
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