“All my Fancy dwells upon Nancy.”
“Nancy” had had enough!
So I rose, saying gently, “If you will excuse me, I am rather tired”—
This was no fib!
—“and I think I will go to bed early. Good night, Mr. Waters,” politely to that awful Uncle Albert. “Good-bye, Major Montresor; so nice to have seen you again like this.... Good-night,” with a little nod to my official fiancé.
“‘Be the day weary, be the day long....’” I thought. But we hadn’t even yet come to the end of it.
For Uncle Albert Waters had bounded up again from the deep chair like a large india-rubber ball, with yet another protest to his nephew.
“What’s that? what’s that? Ah, but that’ll never do. Never!” reverberated through the den. “You’re never going to let the girl go off like that, Billy?—Just a word and a nod?”
Good heavens—what could he mean?