A NOVEL OF TRAVEL BACK IN TIME
Mr. Newcomer accompanied Mrs. Newcomer to the dining room. Captain Mosby was paired with Miss Daphne. I brought up the rear, along with Tom and Jonah Newcomer.
Once we arrived at the dining room, I took a moment to look around. The room was exquisite. There was a long, dark brown wooden table, probably made of oak. It had two huge, fluted legs at both ends of the table that curved down to the floor with lion paws for the finishing pieces that touched the floor.
I could just make out that there were also two such massive legs under the table located midway of the table. However, these legs faced the ends of the table and ran parallel with the table length, giving it sturdiness to keep from sagging in the middle.
There were two portraits on the wall behind, presumably, the patriarch’s head of the table. One painting was of a man who had a resemblance to Mr. Newcomer. The other image was that of a striking woman with raven black hair and green eyes. Her face held my attention for a moment longer than was really proper, but, since I was flanked by the Newcomer boys who were paying no attention to me, and the other people were ahead of me, I hadn’t committed a faux pas.
A very large oak buffet was at the other end of the room. It was of the same style as the table. It had to be seven feet long, and I could see that there were numerous covered serving dishes and platters distributed over its top. Above some of the dishes were small clouds of steam.
On the wall behind the buffet was a large mirror that must have been four feet wide and five feet tall.
The last piece of furniture in the room was an ebony stained wine cabinet located against the inside wall of the room. It was laden with numerous crystal decanters that held an abundance of colored liquids.
We were asked to find our seats, which were designated by cards with our names formally written in calligraphy in the dinner plates. Mr. Newcomer was seated, as I expected, at the patriarch’s end of the table with the portraits to his back. Mrs. Newcomer was seated at the opposite end of the table. Tom Newcomer, the eldest boy, was to Mr. Newcomer’s left. I was to Tom’s left, and the youngest boy, Jonah, was to my left. Captain Mosby was seated to the right of Mr. Newcomer, and to the Captain’s right was Daphne.
I peered across the table at Daphne, and she smiled coquettishly at me. I returned her smile with a befuddled look and turned a vivid scarlet red. I was purely out of my depth at this formal celebratory gathering of Miss Daphne’s return to the bosom of her family and community without any harm to her person.