A NOVEL OF TRAVEL BACK IN TIME
In the twinkling of an eye, it dawned on me that not only was I out of my depth at this table, but I was out of my depth in this 19th Century Universe!
Here I was being enticed into believing that I could (and should) function in this Universe and forgetting about returning to my own 21st Century. I had almost begun to buy into the concept.
This beautiful creature sitting across from me with such appealing eyes and body language, who so resembled the woman of my dreams, should have been the final inducement to lure me into this renunciation of my former life.
For some reason; call it my lack of confidence, the knowledge that I never possessed the looks to garner this type of attention, or my normal paranoid attitude — I just knew what was happening wasn’t real.
Let me amend that last thought. What was happening was real, but it wasn’t plausible. It didn’t make sense. The comprehension of the series of events that resulted in me being here scared me.
I felt weak and was glad I hadn’t been standing when the revelations hit me. If I had been standing, I would have reeled and possibly fallen.
As it was, I had been leaning forward looking at Miss Daphne, but the sudden realizations made me fall back into my chair. I must have had the most ludicrous expression on my face, because Daphne abruptly paled and asked, “Mr. Hager, are you feeling alright?”
I stared at her for a few seconds and then answered, “Yes, I am quite alright, now.”
The conversation at the table had stopped, and everyone was looking at me. Daphne looked me a long time. It was as if she could read my thoughts. It was very uncanny, and I blushed crimson again.
I quickly added, “I just had a premonition, and it sort of shook me. No harm done. I’m sorry to cause such a stir. Please forgive me.”
To get the scrutiny of everyone off me, I quickly turned to Mr. Newcomer, “I have been admiring the portraits on the wall behind you. Can you enlighten me as to who they might be?”
He answered, “Don’t tell me that you had a premonition about them, did you?
I smiled broadly and responded, “No, not at all. However, not to be disrespectful, they are an intriguing couple, wouldn’t you say?”
This brought a smile from Mr. Newcomer that literally animated his whole being. I could tell the likenesses in the portraits were his favorite people, and I was about to hear quite a family story.
Mrs. Newcomer immediately chided, “Horus, if we are going to hear this tale again, at least let us start the dinner.”
He considerately answered, “Of course, my dear. Ahab, please serve the guests.”
Mrs. Newcomer turned to me and stated, “Mr. Hager, you don’t know what you have let yourself in for.”