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Professor Amos T. Wallchester rose to his feet when Lydia Wallchester entered the dining room, still bundled against the mid-February chill. Dutifully, the brunette beauty approached her husband and kissed his heavily whiskered cheek in greeting. He returned the gesture, clasping her dainty hands with his large hands. Professor Wallchester did move as if to grasp his wife about her waist and she playfully swatted at his impertinent hand.
The heels of her dainty leather boots struck the wooden floor with a sharp staccato rhythm as she strode to her chair. The table was a long dark wood table with seats for eight along the north and south of the piece. The master of the home sat at the western edge and the mistress was seated directly across from him at the eastern edge of the table. James, their manservant bowed slightly and pulled the young lady's chair out for her. When Mrs. Wallchester had been seated, Professor Wallchester again took his seat.
Above the center of the table, the gas chandelier glittered, tiny jewels of light did dance about, reflected by the fine beveled crystals. The light cast more shadows than light but Professor Wallchester was able to see his lovely wife's dark eyes, her slim nose and her rouged lips. Her complexion was pale, set off perfectly by her dark locks, one tendril constantly escaping her hair clip. Again, Lydia raised her gloved hand to brush the offending lock from her dark eyes.
James did take the lady's mink wrap from about her shoulders and hung it carefully on the hat and coat stand in the corner. With a slight bow, he departed the room.
"Darling, how is the college coming on?" Lydia inquired, sipping from her wine glass.
"Tut-tut, my dear. Let us not speak of such trifling matters at the dinner table," Professor Wallchester said, secretly pleased that his wife showed an interest in his endeavors.
"Then whatever shall we speak of?" she asked and nodded as James placed the small platter of cheese and bread before her.
"James my good man! Why is it that you serve our lady first? Am I not the master of this house," Professor Wallchester pretended to be aggrieved.
"In truth, sir," James said, no hint of a smile on his dour, clean-shaven face. "Her seat is much closer to the kitchen door. As I am up there in years, it is far too difficult for me to serve you first, sir."
"Poppycock and balderdash, James," Professor Wallchester stated even as the corners of his mouth did turn up. "You are but fifty one years of age. Hardly infirmed."
"Yes sir, very well sir," James said, returning to the kitchen.
For the rest of the meal, James did serve the master of the house first. It was a small game the servant and the master and mistress did play. The game had begun when the thirty seven year old master of the home did bring the eighteen year old bride into the manor. At their first meal in the Commonstead, New Jersey home, James served the lady the first course of the noontime meal to the manufactured consternation of Amos.
As they concluded dining upon the fine ham and roasted vegetables, Professor Wallchester wiped his lips with the linen napkin, then wiped his fingers clean. Placing his napkin upon the table, he rose to his feet and approached his young wife. With a smile, the young woman rose and raised a gloved hand. He took her hand into his and softly kissed her cheek.
"My darling Lydia, do come to the library; it has a fire already lighted and should be quite warmed," Professor Wallchester bade.
"Coffee, sir?" James inquired, appearing in the doorway that led from kitchen to dining room.
"No, no, James. Not at this time," Professor Wallchester said, leading his wife from the formal dining room to the main hallway.
The library was indeed sufficiently warmed by the crackling fire. Where the dining room was more shadow than light, the library was more light than shadow. The room was suited for its use; the studying of the large tomes arranged neatly upon the shelves that surrounded the room. The air held the smell of Professor Wallchester's fine cigars and the smell of the fine leather and wood furnishings.
Professor Wallchester led his wife to a well stuffed horsehair settee and placed her upon the comfortable seat. He then strode to his ornate mahogany desk on the northern wall of the large room. Pausing for a moment, the stout man did look at the large wooden globe that sat upon the corner of his desk. The globe had been his Christmas gift from his beloved wife upon their first Christmas together. Then, smiling, he lifted a package from the desk.
Turning, he smiled at his impatient wife. When Lydia saw the package in her husband's hands, she smiled, her dark eyes glittering in the firelight.
"My darling, as you know, today is the fourteenth of February," Professor Wallchester declared.
"Oh! It is! It is Saint Valentine's Day!" Lydia cried out, clapping her gloved hands together. "Oh! Happy Valentine's Day, my beloved husband!"
"Yes, yes, happy Valentine's Day, my darling wife," the man smiled, handing her the wrapped package.
Tearing the paper away and lifting the lid of the box, Lydia gasped with delight at the sight of the fine chocolates contained within. Immediately, she lifted one and placed it into her mouth, lips forming an adorable pout as she savored the rich flavors.
"Oh, thank you my darling husband," Lydia praised, swallowing the morsel.
"And, I've another gift for you, my pet," Professor Wallchester stated, retrieving a second, larger box from his desk.
"Oh! What, what is it, dear Amos?" Lydia demanded.
"Darling! My dear Lydia, to use my Christian name?" Amos smiled even as he attempted to appear cross with his impertinent wife.
"Oh. Pooh!" she declared, about to pluck another chocolate from the box seated upon her lap.
"Do open this gift," Amos said, placing the second box to her left upon the settee.
"Very well," Lydia said, placing the box of chocolates onto the low table directly in front of her.
She picked up the second box and tested its weight. She then carefully peeled the paper away. Again, testing the weight, Lydia then lifted the lid and gaped upon the numerous colorful silk scarves within the box.
"Oh! Darling! Scarves. So many colorful scarves! Oh! You are truly a delight, my dear Amos," Lydia gasped, running her gloved fingertips along the neatly folded scarves of silk.
"This, my dear Lydia," Amos said, plucking a rick black scarf from the box. "Should this go about my lady's fair neck and shoulders? Or..."
"Or..." Lydia queried, holding her breath.
"Or perhaps about her eyes, blocking her vision," Amos suggested in a low, sonorous whisper.
