Part 68 (1/2)
”No! But suppose George Liddell found I had drawn a large check--perhaps the very day before I propose through you to hand over what remains to me--he would think me a cheat?”
”And pray why should he know anything about your bank-book? or what consideration do you owe him? He is behaving very harshly and badly to you. We will state what is in the bank after you have drawn your check, and offer him half--which is a great deal too much for him. Yet I should like him to be your friend, if possible. Could you get hold of that little girl of his? Affection for her seems to be the only human thing about him.”
”I think I should rather have nothing to do with him,” murmured Katherine.
”Well, well, we will see. Now, though we have not succeeded in coming to any settlement with Liddell, I believe we ought not to leave Mrs.
Ormonde any longer in ignorance respecting the change which has taken place.”
”No, I am sure they ought to know. I have been troubling myself about both the Colonel and Mrs. Ormonde,” said Katherine. ”This is what I dread most.” And she sighed.
”I do not see why you need. I am sure you acted with n.o.ble liberality to Mrs. Ormonde and her boys when you thought you were the rightful owner of the property.”
”The rightful owner,” repeated Katherine, with a thrill of pain. ”It has been an unfortunate owners.h.i.+p to me.”
”It has--it has indeed, my dear young lady, but we must see how to help you at this juncture. If Miss Trant behaves as she ought, we must put a little more capital in that concern if it is as thriving as you believe.
It may turn out very useful to you.”
”I have not seen her since my cousin came to life again, for I could not see her and keep back my strange story. May I tell her now?”
”Certainly. It was from Colonel and Mrs. Ormonde I wished to keep back the disastrous news till some agreement should be come to.”
”You must not call my cousin's return to life and country disastrous,”
said Katherine, smiling. ”I am sure, if he will only give me the chance of keeping my boys with me, I am quite ready to welcome him to both. Now I shall leave you, for I want to send away my letter to Ada this evening, and it is a difficult letter to write.”
”I have no doubt you will state your case clearly and well,” returned Mr. Newton, rising to shake hands with her. ”Let me hear what Mrs.
Ormonde says in reply; and see your protegee, Miss Trant. I am anxious to learn her views.”
”I am quite sure I know what they will be,” said Katherine.
”Don't be too sure. Human nature is a very crooked thing--more crooked than a true heart like yours can imagine,” continued the old man, holding her hand kindly.
”Ah, Mr. Newton,” she cried, with an irresistible outburst of penitence, ”you little know what crooked things I can imagine.”
”Can't I?” he said laughing at what he fancied was her little joke, and glad to see her bearing her troubles so lightly. ”You'll come all right yet, my dear; you have the right spirit. Is your carriage waiting?”
”Not here; but in Holborn I have several at my command,” she returned.
”Good-by; no, you must not come downstairs; it is damp and chilly.”
On reaching her home, the home she must so soon resign, Katherine sent a note to Rachel Trant asking if she had a spare hour that evening, as she, Katherine, had something to tell her, and preferred going to her house. Then she sat down to write a full and detailed account of what had taken place to her sister-in-law. It was dusk before she had finished and she herself felt considerably exhausted. Miss Payne had gone out to dine with one of her former girls, now the wife of a rackety horsy man, whose conduct made her often look back with a sigh of regret to the tranquil days pa.s.sed under the guardians.h.i.+p of the prudent spinster; so having partaken of tea at their usual dinner-time she sat and mused awhile on the one subject from which she could derive comfort--Errington and his wonderful kindness to her. If he took the matter in hand she thought herself safe. Her confidence in him was unbounded. Ah! why had she placed such a gulf between them? How she had destroyed her own life! There was but one tie between her and the world, little Charlie and Cis, and perhaps she had been their greatest enemy.
She almost wished she could love De Burgh. He was undoubtedly in earnest; he interested her; he--But no. Between her and any possible husband she had reared the insurmountable barrier of a secret not to be shared by any save one, from whom, somehow, instead of dividing her, had bound her indissolubly; at least she felt it to be so.
It was near the hour she had fixed to call on Rachel, so she roused herself, and asking the amiable Francois to accompany her, started for Malden Street.
Rachel Trant had made a back parlor, designated the ”trying-on” room, bright and cosy, with a shaded lamp, a red fire, a couple of easy-chairs at either side of it, and a gay cloth over the small round table erst strewn with fas.h.i.+on books, measuring tapes, pins, patterns and pin-cus.h.i.+ons.
”How very good of you to come to me!” cried Miss Trant, hastening to divest her friend of bonnet and cloak. ”I am very curious to hear the story you have to tell.” Then, as Katherine sat down where the lamp-light fell upon her face, she added, ”But you are not looking well, Miss Liddell; your eyes look heavy; your mouth is sad.”