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"I'm so sorry." He rose, pushing back his chair. "You'd better think it over," he said, in the large tone of a man who feels he may safely wait. "Oh, no, no. It ain't any sorter use, Mr. Ramy. I don't never mean to marry. I get tired so easily I'd be afraid of the work. And I have such awful headaches." She paused, racking her brain for more convincing infirmities. "Headaches, do you?" said Mr.
They knew Miss Mellins was given to vain alarms; but her words, by the sheer force of repetition, had so shaken Ann Eliza's peace that after long hours of midnight counsel the sisters had decided to advise with Mr. Ramy; and on Ann Eliza, as the head of the house, this duty had devolved. Mr.
"I didn't mean to startle you," said Evelina. She sat down on the nearest chair, and as the lamp-light fell on her face Ann Eliza saw that she had been crying. "You do look dead-beat," Miss Mellins resumed, after a pause of soul-probing scrutiny. "I guess Mr. Ramy lugs you round that Square too often. You'll walk your legs off if you ain't careful. Men don't never consider they're all alike.
Ramy, he adjusted himself to the situation with greater ease than might have been expected, and Evelina, who had been sorry that he should enter the room while the remains of supper still lingered on the table, blushed with pleasure at his good-humored offer to help her "glear away." The table cleared, Ann Eliza suggested a game of cards; and it was after eleven o'clock when Mr.
Ramy, turning back. "My, yes, awful ones, that I have to give right up to. Evelina has to do everything when I have one of them headaches. She has to bring me my tea in the mornings." "Well, I'm sorry to hear it," said Mr. Ramy. "Thank you kindly all the same," Ann Eliza murmured. "And please don't don't " She stopped suddenly, looking at him through her tears.
Later on, when she tried to remember the details of those first days, few came back to her: she knew only that she got up each morning with the sense of having to push the leaden hours up the same long steep of pain. Mr. Ramy came daily now. Every evening he and his betrothed went out for a stroll around the Square, and when Evelina came in her cheeks were always pink.
Herman Ramy wouldn't be sorry to pass an evening here, 'stead of spending it all alone in that poky little place of his." Her self-consciousness irritated Ann Eliza. "I guess he's got plenty of friends of his own," she said, almost harshly. "No, he ain't, either. He's got hardly any." "Did he tell you that too?" Even to her own ears there was a faint sneer in the interrogation.
"Well, I always kinder thought we was suited to one another," Mr. Ramy continued, eased of his momentary doubt. "I always liked de quiet style no fuss and airs, and not afraid of work." He spoke as though dispassionately cataloguing her charms. Ann Eliza felt that she must make an end. "But, Mr. Ramy, you don't understand. I've never thought of marrying." Mr. Ramy looked at her in surprise.
During one of the pauses of the meal Mrs. Hochmuller laid her knife and fork against the edges of her plate, and, fixing her eyes on the clock-maker's face, said accusingly: "You hat one of dem turns again, Ramy." "I dunno as I had," he returned evasively. Evelina glanced from one to the other. "Mr.
After their first breathless "Oh!" of pleasure there was a silence of mutual consultation, which Ann Eliza at last broke by saying: "You better go with Mr. Ramy, Evelina. I guess we don't both want to leave the store at night."
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