A NOVEL OF TRAVEL BACK IN TIME
We all retired to the parlor and settled down in the sofas and chairs.
I noted that Daphne had taken a seat in a chair on the far side of the parlor from me and was dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. Mrs. Newcomer was sitting next to Daphne and trying to comfort her. The boys were planted on a sofa and staring at me with a kind of curiosity.
I could almost hear their thoughts, “How did this small man get the best of Ahab?”
He took the wine to Daphne, who took a few quick sips. Daphne began to get some color back in her cheeks and reined in her emotions.
Mr. Newcomer stared at her a moment and then asked, “What in the name of all that’s holy happened out there?”
She quickly bellowed, “I don’t know. We were just fixin’ to enter the house and Mr. Hager let out a bloodcurdling yell and abruptly turned like a whirlwind. The next thing I know, there was a crack, and Ahab was on the ground and yelling that his arm or wrist or something was broke.”
Everyone turned to look at me.
I was wondering how Daphne would describe the altercation. After her less than full description, I resigned myself to being thrown out of the Newcomer’s house, out of his favor, and out of the Daphne’s heart (which, against all my self-sabotaging negative thoughts, I had finally decided to pursue).
Mr. Newcomer raised his eyebrows, turned to me, and growled, “Is this true?”
I sat up straight and rejoined, “Yes sir, but that isn’t the whole story.”
Mr. Newcomer retorted sarcastically, “Well what is the whole story?”
“As Miss Daphne and I were fixin’ to enter the door to the house, I put my right hand under her left elbow to help her up the steps into the house. Ahab clapped his hand down on my right shoulder and gruffly said I wasn’t to put my hands on Miss Daphne. I just wanted to help her up the steps, and when he grabbed me as if I was violating Miss Daphne’s person rather than acting as a gentlemen, I guess I lost my temper and reacted crudely,” I explained.