Part 6 (2/2)
Her heart was beating with furious anger, but there was something in his tone which subdued her. She went slowly to him, and he put his arm round her waist.
”Your eyes are like-very like-one whom I loved best on earth.”
”You mean my father,” said the girl.
”Your father. He left you to me to care for, and to love and to train-to train for a high position eventually.”
”He left me to mothery; you are quite mistaken there. Mothery has trained me; father left me to her. She often and often and often told me so.”
”That is true, dear. While your mother lived she had the prior claim over you, but now you belong to me.”
”Yes,” said Evelyn. She felt fascinated. She snuggled comfortably inside her uncle's arm; her strange brown eyes were fixed on his face.
”I give you,” he continued, ”the love and care of a father, but I expect a return.”
”What? I don't mind. I have two diamonds-beauties. You shall have them to make into studs; you shall, because I-yes, I love you.”
”I don't want your diamonds, my little girl, but I want other things-your love and your obedience. I want you, if you like me, and if you like your Aunt Frances, and if you like your cousin, to follow in our steps, for we have been brought up to approve of courteous manners and quiet dress and gentle speech; and I want that brain of yours, Evelyn, to be educated to high and lofty thoughts. I want you to be a grand woman, worthy of your father, and I expect this return from you for all that I am going to do for you.”
”Are you going to teach me your own self?” asked Evelyn.
”You can come to me sometimes for a talk, but it is impossible for me to be your instructor. You will have a suitable governess.”
”Jasper knows a lot of things. Perhaps she could teach both Audrey and me. She might if you paid her well. She has got some awfully poor relations; she must have lots of money, poor Jasper must.”
”Well, dear, leave me now. We will talk of your education and who is to instruct you, and all about Jasper too, within a few days. You have got to see the place and to make Audrey's acquaintance; and there are some young friends coming to the Castle for a week. Altogether, you have arrived at a gay time. Now run away, find your cousin, and make yourself happy.”
Squire Wynford rose as he spoke, and taking Evelyn's hand, he led her to the door. He opened the door wide for her, and saw her go out, and then he kissed his hand to her and closed the door again.
”Poor little mite!” he said to himself. ”As strange a child as I ever saw, but with Frank's eyes.”
CHAPTER VI.-THE HUNGRY GIRL.
Now, the Squire had produced a decidedly softening effect upon Evelyn, and if she had not had the misfortune to meet Lady Frances just as she left his room, much that followed need never taken place. But Lady Frances, who had never in the very least returned poor Frank Wynford's affection for her, and who had no sentimental feelings with regard to Evelyn-Lady Frances, who simply regarded the little girl as a troublesome and very tiresome member of the family-was not disposed to be too soothing in her manner.
”Come here, my dear,” she said. ”Come over here to the light. What have you got on?”
”My pretty red velvet dress,” replied Evelyn, tossing her head. ”A suitable dress for an heiress like myself.”
”Come, this is quite beyond enduring. I want to speak to you, Evelyn. I have several things to say. Come into my boudoir.”
”But, if you please,” said Evelyn, ”I have nothing to say to you, and I have a great deal to do in other directions. I am going back to Jasper; she wants me.”
”Oh, that reminds me,” began Lady Frances. ”Come in here this moment, my dear.”
She took Evelyn's hand and dragged the unwilling child into her private apartment. A bright fire burned in the grate. The room looked cozy, cheerful, orderly. Lady Frances was a woman of method. She had piles of papers lying neatly docketed on her writing-table; a sheaf of unanswered letters lay on one side. A Remington typewriter stood on a table near, and a slim-looking girl was standing by the typewriter.
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