Part 3 (2/2)
He paused to yawn.
”Then,” he continued, ”that little nurse of mine will drink up my claret and go back to civilization, where people are polite.”
Somehow or other, in spite of the fact that Halyard was an old pig, what he said touched me. There was certainly not much left in life for him--as he regarded life.
”I'm going to leave her this house,” he said, arranging his shawls.
”She doesn't know it. I'm going to leave her my money, too. She doesn't know that. Good Lord! What kind of a woman can she be to stand my bad temper for a few dollars a month!”
”I think,” said I, ”that it's partly because she's poor, partly because she's sorry for you.”
He looked up with a ghastly smile.
”You think she really is sorry?”
Before I could answer he went on: ”I'm no mawkish sentimentalist, and I won't allow anybody to be sorry for me--do you hear?”
”Oh, I'm not sorry for you!” I said, hastily, and, for the first time since I had seen him, he laughed heartily, without a sneer.
We both seemed to feel better after that; I drank his wine and smoked his cigars, and he appeared to take a certain grim pleasure in watching me.
”There's no fool like a young fool,” he observed, presently.
As I had no doubt he referred to me, I paid him no attention.
After fidgeting with his shawls, he gave me an oblique scowl and asked me my age.
”Twenty-four,” I replied.
”Sort of a tadpole, aren't you?” he said.
As I took no offence, he repeated the remark.
”Oh, come,” said I, ”there's no use in trying to irritate me. I see through you; a row acts like a c.o.c.ktail on you--but you'll have to stick to gruel in my company.”
”I call that impudence!” he rasped out, wrathfully.
”I don't care what you call it,” I replied, undisturbed, ”I am not going to be worried by you. Anyway,” I ended, ”it is my opinion that you could be very good company if you chose.”
The proposition appeared to take his breath away--at least, he said nothing more; and I finished my cigar in peace and tossed the stump into a saucer.
”Now,” said I, ”what price do you set upon your birds, Mr. Halyard?”
”Ten thousand dollars,” he snapped, with an evil smile.
”You will receive a certified check when the birds are delivered,” I said, quietly.
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