Part 37 (1/2)

”I don't see why you won't give me the money,” said G.o.dfrey, discontentedly.

”I don't think you need it.”

”You are generous enough to others.”

”To whom do you refer?”

”You give plenty of money to that Irish boy and his mother.”

”They have both rendered me great services. The boy saved me from being robbed. The mother, in all probability, saved me from falling a victim to smallpox. But that has nothing to do with your affairs. It is scarcely proper for a boy like you to criticise his father's way of disposing of his money.”

”I confess I think G.o.dfrey is right in commenting upon your extraordinary liberality to the Burkes,” observed Mrs. Preston.

”Lucinda,” said her husband, gravely, ”when my own wife deserted my sick bed, leaving me to wrestle alone with a terrible and dangerous disease, I was fortunate enough to find in Mrs. Burke a devoted nurse.

The money I have paid her is no adequate compensation, nor is it all that I intend to do for her.”

There was a part of this speech that startled Mrs. Preston. Never before had her husband complained of her desertion of him in his sickness, and she hoped that he had been imposed upon by the excuse which she gave of saving herself for G.o.dfrey. Now she saw that in this she had not been altogether successful, and she regretted having referred to Mrs. Burke, and so brought this reproach upon herself. She felt it necessary to say something in extenuation.

”It was because I wanted to live for G.o.dfrey,” she said, with a flushed face. ”Nothing but that would have taken me away from you at such a time. It was a great trial to me,” she continued, putting up her handkerchief to eyes that were perfectly dry.

”We will say no more about it,” said Colonel Preston, gravely. ”I shall not refer to it, unless you undervalue my obligations to Mrs.

Burke.”

Mrs. Preston thought it best not to reply, but on one thing that her husband had said, she commented to G.o.dfrey.

”Your father speaks of giving more money to Mrs. Burke. I suppose we shall not know anything about it if he does.”

”Perhaps he will leave her some money in his will,” said G.o.dfrey.

”Very likely. If he does, there is such a thing as contesting a will--that is, if he gives her much.”

Mrs. Preston was right. Her husband did intend to give his devoted nurse something in his will, but of that more anon. There was one thing which he did at once, and that was to buy the cottage which Mrs.

Burke occupied, from the heir, a non-resident. Mrs. Burke didn't learn this until she went to pay her rent to the storekeeper, who had acted as agent for the owner.

”I have nothing to do with the house any longer, Mrs. Burke,” he said.

”Then who shall I pay rent to?” said Mrs. Burke.

”To Colonel Preston, who has recently bought the house.”

Mrs. Burke, therefore, called at the house of the colonel.

Mr. and Mrs. Preston were sitting together when the servant announced that she wished to speak to him.

”You seem to have a good deal of business with Mrs. Burke,” said his wife, in a very unpleasant tone.

”None that I care to conceal,” he said, smiling. ”Show Mrs. Burke in here, Jane,” he continued, addressing the servant.