The maid took Fred's hat and gloves from him.
'No, my good woman, lay the hat down on its brim,' he told her, vexed at her carelessness.
Obediently she did so and set it down on the hall table next to another well-brushed hat with elegant, black, kid gloves lying beside it. Some other gentleman was calling, it seemed. Full of curiosity and filled with an over-riding sense of possessive jealousy unknown to him till now, Fred wondered who the visitor might be. He entered the drawing room with a frown on his face.
Here he found his beloved Ellie looking very at ease with what appeared to be an old acquaintance. She was seated on the sofa in animated conversation with a middle-aged gentleman who had his back to Fred.
She looked up as he came in and rose, smiling with happiness and looking full of girlish delight. Going over to Fred, she took his arm and drew him forward.