Part 8 (1/2)

”It's nothing very abstruse. I can't have stockholders who trusted our old firm cheated by a couple of cousins of mine. I've a.s.sumed the liabilities--that's all.”

”But you don't _have_ to, by law?” she persisted, still bewildered.

”My dear Nelly, I don't do things because of the _law_,” he said dryly. ”But never mind; it is going to give me something to do. Tell me about yourself. How are you?”

”I'm--pretty lonely, Lloyd,” she said.

And he answered, sympathetically, that he had been afraid of that.

”You are too much by yourself. Of course, it's lonely for you. I am very much pleased with this idea of the little boy.”

She shook her head. ”I can't take him.”

”Why not?” he protested, and broke off. ”Nelly, look! You are going to have company.”

He had caught sight of some one fumbling with the latch of the green gate in the hedge. Helena opened her lips in consternation.

”Lloyd! It's old Mr. Benjamin Wright. He lives in that big house with white columns on the top of the hill. Do you suppose he has come to _call_?”

”Tell your woman to say you are out.”

But she shook her head, annoyed and helpless. ”Don't you see how tired he is?--poor old man! Of course, he must come in. Go and help him, Lloyd.” She put her hands on his arm. ”Please!” she said.

”No, thank you; I have no desire to help old gentlemen.” And as she left him and ran impetuously to open the door herself, he called after her, ”Nelly, don't have dinner held back!”

Mr. Benjamin Wright stood, panting, at the foot of the porch steps; he could hardly lift his head to look up at the figure in the doorway.

”You--Mrs. Richie?” he gasped.

”Yes, sir,” she said. ”May I help you? These steps are so steep.”

”No,” he snarled. ”Do you think I'm so decrepit that I have to have a female help me up-stairs?” Then he began toiling up the steps. ”My name is Wright. You know my grandson? Sam? Great fool! I've come to call on you.” On the porch he drew a long breath, pulled off his mangy old beaver hat, and, with a very courtly bow, held out his hand.

”Madam, permit me to pay my respects to you. I am your neighbor. In fact, your only neighbor; without me,

'Montium domina ut fores silvarumque virentium saltuumque reconditorum amniumque sonantum.'

Understand that? No? Good. I don't like learned females.”

She took his hand in a bewildered way, glancing back over her shoulder at Mr. Pryor, uncertain what she ought to do. Mr. Wright decided for her.

”I know this house,” he said, pus.h.i.+ng past her into the dusky hall; ”friend of mine used to live here. Ho! This is the parlor. Well; who's this?” He stood chewing orange-skin and blinking up at Lloyd Pryor, who came forward reluctantly.

”My name is Pryor, sir, I--”

”Oh! Yes. _I_ know. _I_ know. The lady's brother. Here! Push that chair out for me.”

And Mr. Lloyd Pryor found himself bringing a chair forward and taking the hat and stick from the trembling old hand. Helena had gone quickly into the dining-room, and came back with a decanter and gla.s.s on a little tray. She gave a distressed glance at her other guest as though to say, ”I can't help it!”

Benjamin Wright's old head in its brown wig was still shaking with fatigue, but under the p.r.i.c.kle of white on his shaven jowl the purplish color came back in mottled streaks. He sipped the sherry breathlessly, the gla.s.s trembling in his veined and shrunken hand.

”Well,” he demanded, ”how do you two like this G.o.d-forsaken place?”