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Afternoon Tea Riley was agitated at his host’s effeminate behavior. He was more of the rigid type. In Mary’s observation with Riley’s address to McNeil as Willis, his affiliation with him was more than the neighbor next door. However, Mr. Riley didn’t even live on the same street as the rest of the group. For all anyone knew, he didn’t live in America at all. She also wondered why in God’s name did Mr. Asbury invite Mr. Riley if they obviously did not get along. In order to ameliorate the animosity in the room between
the two, Mary meekly decided to ask a question.
She turned towards the guest’s host. “Mr. McNeil,” he turned towards her with a surprised glare, “I wanted to know, what were your intentions of inviting us all here,” she asked curiously, “To my knowledge, I know it isn’t for any contention between ourselves,” she stated looking at Mr.
Riley. McNeil’s
irritated expression turned to one of delight.
He stared at her with gayety and admiration.
“Well my dear Ms. Harwood, that is precisely the point, and the most sensible thing anyone has ever said this evening. Besides, you are right I did not invite you all here to see me have a bashing with Mr. Riley. You could of seen that in Ordinville with the rest of the belligerent hounds. Their all hoodlums I tell you! They all are!” He referred to the townspeople in Ordinville who had weekly boxing fits and it was heard that one man was beaten up severely with broken vessels in his body. He was
black and blue all over.
“Well I must say you all are not at all garrulous. I have only heard from a few of you the whole night,” he stated giving everyone
a sly grin. |