Part 43 (2/2)
”Well--well, I don't see why she didn't tell me she was going.”
”Perhaps she didn't think to tell you.”
”Nonsense!... I mean.... Well, anyhow, if she had told me I should have looked out for her, of course. I could have hired a rig and driven her over.”
”But she knew you were at work down at the store. She said that, didn't she? Seems to me I remember hearin' her say that she didn't want you to--to feel that you must take the afternoon off on her account.”
The young man stirred impatiently. ”That's foolishness,” he declared.
”She seems to think Ba.s.sett has a mortgage on my life. He hasn't, not by a long shot. I don't mean to keep his books much longer; I've got other things to attend to. My law is getting on pretty well.”
”Glad to hear it, George.”
”Yes. I shall read with Bradley for a while longer, of course, but after that--well, I don't know. I was talking with--with a man who has had a good deal of experience with lawyers--real city lawyers, not the one-horse sort--and he says the thing for an ambitious young fellow to do is to get into one of those city offices. Then you have a chance.”
”Oh--I see. But isn't it kind of hard to get in, unless you have some acquaintance or influence?”
”I don't know as it is. And I guess this man will help me if I want him to.”
”So? That's good. Did he say he would?”
”No-o, not exactly, but I think he will. And he's got the acquaintances, all right enough. He knows almost everybody that's worth while.”
”That's the kind to tie to. Who is he? Somebody up in Boston?”
George s.h.i.+fted again. ”I'd rather not mention his name just now,” he said. ”Our talks have been rather--er--confidential and I don't know that I should have said anything about them. But I've got plans, you see. Then there is my aunt's estate. I am the administrator of that.”
”Oh? I didn't know. Your aunt, eh?”
”Yes, my Aunt Charlotte, mother's sister. She was single and lived up in Meriden, Connecticut. She died about a month ago and left everything to my half-sister and me--my married sister in Springfield, you know. I have charge of--of the estate, settling it and all that.”
Sears smiled inwardly at the self-satisfaction with which the word ”estate” was uttered. But outwardly he was serious enough.
”Good for you, George!” he exclaimed. ”Congratulations. I hope you've come in for a big thing.”
His visitor colored slightly. ”Well--well, of course,” he admitted, ”the estate isn't very large, but----”
”But it's an estate. I'm glad for you, son.”
”Yes--er--yes.... But really, Cap'n, I didn't mean to talk about that.
I--I just wanted to say that--that I was sorry if I--er--wasn't as polite as I might have been the other night, and--well, I thought--it seemed as if I--I ought to say--to say----”
Whatever it was it seemed to be hard to say. The captain tried to help.
”Yes, of course, George,” he prompted. ”Heave ahead and say it.”
”Well--well, it's just this, Cap'n Kendrick: Elizabeth and you are--are together a good deal, in the Fair Harbor affairs, you know, and--and--she doesn't think, of course--and you _are_ a lot older than she is--but all the same----”
Sears interrupted.
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