Nurse Elisia By George Manville Fenn Published by Cassell Publishing Company, New York. This edition dated 1892. Nurse Elisia, by George Manville Fenn. ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ NURSE ELISIA, BY GEORGE MANVILLE FENN. CHAPTER ONE. THE ELTHORNES. Crick! "There: just as I expected. The old story. Hard and indigestible as lead." "I'm very sorry papa, dear." "Sorry! What's the good of being sorry? You know how I suffer from indigestion, and yet you persist in giving me eggs like that for my breakfast." Mr Ralph Elthorne, of Hightoft, in the county of Lincolnshire, threw down the knife with which he had given a savage chop at the side of an egg, as if to cut off the top at a blow, pushed away his plate so that the silver egg-cup fell over sidewise, finishing the breaking of the egg, and letting a thick stream of rich yellow yolk begin to flow, while the irritable gentleman made a snatch at the toast-rack, and uttered an angry ejaculation. "Will you take tea or coffee, papa, dear?" said the sweet, rather delicate looking girl seated at the head of the table; but there was no reply, and after exchanging glances with the lady, a good-looking, sun-tanned young fellow on her right said: "Let me send you some of this, father," and he "made an offer" at the hot water dish before him with a glistening spoon. "Eh? What is it, Al?" "Kidneys, sir." "Bah! No, I've got leather enough here. Look at this. Does that idiotic woman in the kitchen call this dry toast? Look at it. Only fit to make soles for shooting boots." "Rather caky," said the young man, with his mouth full. "Not bad kidneys; nice and hot." "Well, Isabel, how long am I to wait for that cup of coffee? No, I'll take tea." The girl, who had poured out two cupfuls tentatively, started up from her chair, and took the cup of tea round to the other end of the table, placed it beside the rather fierce looking elderly man, bent down and kissed his forehead, and hurried back to her place. "We never did have but one servant who could make the toast properly," continued the head of the family. "How is she, Isabel? When is she coming back?" "Very soon, I hope, papa. Neil mentions Maria in his letter this morning." "Eh? Neil written to you?" "Yes, papa." "Humph!" ejaculated Mr Elthorne, making a dig at a pat of butter as it floated in water in the cooler, splashing some of the water over the cloth, and harpooning the said pat so insecurely that it dropped off his knife before it reached his plate. "I think it would be more creditable to Neil if he wrote a little more often to his father." Alison Elthorne exchanged glances with his sister, and his lips moved as if he were speaking words which Isabel interpreted to mean, "Got out of bed wrong way."