Aunts -- Fiction; Courtship -- Fiction; Mate selection -- Fiction; United States -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
"Gentlemen," I began, not without inward quaking, "you have spoken loud
naughty words to me, and in reply I must say that your vocal efforts
suggest only the melodies of the braying jackass, and that your
manners, to speak mildly, are susceptible of considerable improvement."
"You leave this neighborhood within an hour!" boomed Ormsby; and in his
efforts to free himself from his chair it fell backward with a crash
that echoed through the long room.
"Then summon the coroner by telephone, for I shall not be taken alive,"
I answered quietly, trying to recall my youthful delight in Porthos,
Athos, and Aramis. "I should dislike to change the mild color-scheme
of this pleasant dining-room, but as sure as you lay hands on me, these
walls will become a playground for any corpuscles you carry in your
loathsome persons."
"Come along, let us put him out," Henderson was saying in an aside to
Ormsby.
"You were playing a game here for a stake not yours for the winning," I
continued. "Now I suggest that you shuffle the pack,--you three, who
are so full of valor,--shuffle the pack, I say, and draw for the jack
of clubs. Whoever is the fortunate man I shall take pleasure in
pitching through yonder very charming casement."
"Agreed!" cried Henderson, and the three flung themselves into their
chairs.
The alacrity of their consent had unnerved me for a moment.
D'Artagnan, I was sure, would have fought them all, but I consoled
myself, as the cards rattled on the bare table, with the reflection
that, considering the fact that I had never in my life laid violent
hands on a fellow-being, I was conducting myself with admirable
assurance. My weight has always hung well within one hundred and
thirty, and physicians have told me that I was incapable of taking on
flesh or muscle. Any one of these men could easily toss me through the
window I had indicated as a means of their own exit.
Shallenberger caught my eye and indicated with a slight jerk of the
head that I had better run before it was too late. The painstaking
care with which Henderson had fallen upon the cards was disquieting, to
put it mildly. Dick nudged me in the ribs and offered to hold my coat.
"It will not be necessary," I replied carelessly. "Tender your
services to the other gentlemen."
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