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“A philosopher? What a fool! How can a man make a living off such a thing!” Daltron exclaimed to his friend, Margret.
“Stop talking like a bigot! Walden is a well educated man. He has a noble living and is passionate about his work. He has discovered such wonderful things.”
“I agree sister; I am quite fond of his findings and teaching. He is an intelligent man with a knack for equations and uncommon facts. I do not understand why you dislike him so much, Daltron.” Margret’s brother, Jonathan chimed in. Daltron set his glass on the parlor table and sighed.
“I’m not quite sure. There is just something off about him. I don’t understand what you see in that man, Margret. He is like an overgrown child, telling stories and playing with toys.” Margret sighed as she twiddled her hanky in-between her thumbs.
“He is not a child, he is mature. Although he may have his blissful moments, I enjoy how he has that side to him. He’s not so uptight about things.” Jonathan nodded in agreement as he finally made the last move of the chess game he was playing with his companion, Mary-ann.
“What do you think, darling?” He asked his wife.
“I don’t know him well, Jon. Why do you ask me such silly questions?” Mary-ann answered him. Jonathan ignored her question and turned to the couch where his sister was seated.
“Don’t listen to them, Margret. Listen to your heart.” Margret smiled and giggled at her brother’s typical behavior.
“You sound like a romantic.”
“Well I am.” He said proudly as he adjusted his cufflinks.
“Of course you are not! Your idea of a lovely evening is drinking wine and playing a game of chess or checkers with whomever will agree to. You are a simple man, brother. Don’t pretend to be other-wise.” She replied with a joking smile. Jonathan glared at her.
“Don’t make jokes of me. I’m just trying to help.” Daltron stood up from his chair and paced the length of the room.
“So, are you going to come with me to dinner?” He said, his view facing the ground, but his question aimed at Margret. She stood up from the couch and walked over to the window.
“I’ve already answered you! I said no, I have previously planned things to do with Walden.”
“Ug! He is not worth your time.”
“Daltron, do not speak about this anymore. I enjoy his company and it is none of your business.” Her voice was monotone, yet it was evident that she was a bit upset. She opened up the window and set her hands on the ledge, leaning out so that her face felt the cool morning breeze as it passed by.
“I wish he would just leave me alone and cease bothering me about such things. What kind of man continues asking so persistently, when it’s obvious I have some one else to keep me such wanted company? Hopefully this will be the last time I must deny his most annoying request for my companionship.” She thought to herself as her brother showed Daltron to his guest room in the home.
Mary-Ann glanced over at Margret with a sad grin.
“Marg, don’t worry about it. He’ll be left for London in a month. Then you’ll never have to hear from him again.”
Daltron, a childhood friend of Jonathan was but a guest in the Elion’s household. He had come to visit them almost seven months into the past, and had greatly overstayed his welcome. It had taken him only a week to gain a great shining to Margret, the second oldest sibling of Jonathan and demanded her to accompany him back to his home in London and would not leave without her. The owners of the home did not do anything about it; they continued to let Dalton stay in their glorious estate. You see, this was Jonathan’s home. He had purchased it from a wealthy man only years before Henry Elion, his father, passed away and left all of the Elion children in Jonathan and Mary-Ann’s care. The man he bought the house from, Walden Tourfs, kept in touch with the family, becoming a trusting and delightful friend to them all. Walden just happened to be the man whom Margret grew extremely fond of.
 Turts · Sat Mar 24, 2012 @ 08:53am · 0 Comments |
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