The Daughter of the Storage: And Other Things in Prose and VerseHowells, William Dean
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The Daughter of the Storage: And Other Things in Prose and Verse
Howells, William Dean
Poetry; Short stories
_Miss Garnett_: "If she thought you were engaged to Emily, when you
were coming here all the time, and she wasn't quite sure that she
hated to have you, don't you see it would be her duty to sacrifice
herself, and-- Oh, I suppose she's heard everything up there, and--"
She catches herself up and runs out of the room, leaving Ashley to
await the retarded descent of skirts which he hears on the stairs
after the crash of the street door has announced Miss Garnett's
escape. He stands with his back to the mantel, and faces Miss Ramsey
as she enters the room.
VII
MISS RAMSEY, ASHLEY
_Miss Ramsey_, with the effect of cold surprise: "Mr. Ashley? I
thought I heard-- Wasn't Miss Garnett--"
_Ashley_: "She was. Did you think it was the street door closing on
_me_?"
_Miss Ramsey_: "How should I know?" Then, courageously: "No, I didn't
think it was. Why do you ask?" She moves uneasily about the room, with
an air of studied inattention.
_Ashley_: "Because if you did, I can put you in the right, though I
can't restore Miss Garnett's presence by my absence."
_Miss Ramsey_: "You're rather--enigmatical." A ring is heard; the maid
pauses at the doorway. "I'm not at home, Nora." To Mr. Ashley: "It
seems to be very close--"
_Ashley_: "It's my having been smoking."
_Miss Ramsey_: "_Your_ having?" She goes to the window and tries to
lift it.
_Ashley_: "Let _me_." He follows her to the window, where he stands
beside her.
_Miss Ramsey_: "Now, she's seen me! And you here with me. Of course--"
_Ashley_: "I shouldn't mind. But I'm so sorry if--and I will go."
_Miss Ramsey_: "You can't go now--till she's round the corner. She'll
keep looking back, and she'll think I made you."
_Ashley_: "But haven't you? Aren't you sending me back to Miss Fray to
tell her that I must keep my engagement, though I care nothing for
her, and care all the world for you? Isn't that what you want me to
do?"
_Miss Ramsey_: "But you're not engaged to her! You just--"
_Ashley_: "Just what?"
_Miss Ramsey_, desperately: "You wish me to disgrace myself forever in
your eyes. Well, I will; what does it matter now? I heard you telling
Esther you were not engaged. I _overheard_ you."
_Ashley_: "I fancied you must."
_Miss Ramsey_: "I _tried_ to overhear! I _eavesdropped_! I wish you to
know that."
_Ashley_: "And what do you wish me to do about it?"
_Miss Ramsey_: "I should think any self-respecting person would know.
I'm _not_ a self-respecting person." Her wandering gaze seems to fall
for the first time upon the tray with the cocktails and glasses and
cigarettes; she flies at the bell-button and presses it impetuously.
As the maid appears: "Take these things away, Nora, please!" To Ashley
when the maid has left the room: "Don't be afraid to say what you
think of me!"
_Ashley_: "I think all the world of you. But I should merely like to
ask--"
_Miss Ramsey_: "Oh, you can ask anything of me now!"
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