Part 24 (1/2)

”Yes. Wait for me by the boat-house,” and she turned away and crossed the churchyard.

In the library her uncle, a kindly, strong-faced man, was anxiously looking for her, and when she entered he glanced keenly into her face.

He had been hearing a good deal about her from one and another during the last two or three days, and it was because of a plan he had in his mind that his glance held such searching interest.

”Did you want me, uncle?”

”Yes, dear.”

He hesitated, then went on: ”You slipped away this afternoon the moment I had finished reading your father's will, didn't you?”

”Yes, uncle. Ought I have stayed?”

”It did not make any difference, my child, except that I must explain now what has pa.s.sed since. You heard, I suppose, that your father lived almost entirely on his pension, and that the greater part of that ceased at his death?”

”Yes,” wonderingly.

”In fact, he seems to have had nothing left of his private property except this house and grounds, and even upon this there is a mortgage.

At some period, though not within recent years, I think, with his usual kind-heartedness, he has put his name to bills for one or two brother officers, and they have not been met, and your father has had to pay.

In short, my dear, your father was a n.o.ble-hearted man, but he had no business capacities, and what with one thing and another, you and your mother and sister are left very badly off.”

A sudden fear seemed to seize Paddy, and with dread in her eyes, she half whispered:

”Yes, uncle. Go on.”

The doctor cleared his throat and played nervously with his watch-chain.

”There does not seem to be anything except your mother's pension now, and that is barely enough to support three.”

”And The Ghan House--!”

What was it in Paddy's voice that made him turn away a moment and apply his handkerchief vigorously to his nose? What was it in the aching pause that opened those eyes, wont to brim over with fun and laughter, wider and wider with dread? But nothing was to be gained by delay, and at last the doctor said slowly:

”You will have to leave The Ghan House.”

Paddy sat as if she had been suddenly turned to stone. On the top of all the rest, this last blow fell like a death-stroke. Her uncle gave her a little time to recover, and then he sat down and, resting his arms upon the table, leaned toward her.

”Paddy, my child, it's terribly hard for you all,” he said in a gentle voice, ”but I'm so hoping you will help me to do the best for your mother and sister.”

He had touched the right chord; no other method could have gone so straight to Paddy's heart. She gulped down the hard, dry sobs that threatened to choke her, and looking up with an effort said:

”I promised daddy I would be a good son.”

”And I'm sure you will!” her uncle exclaimed. ”You will prove yourself a true Adair--your father's own flesh and blood. You see,” he continued more seriously, ”what I am most troubled about is your future and Eileen's. While your mother lives there is the pension, such as it is, but when she dies, you two little girls will have practically nothing-- except an old uncle who will always do what he can.”

Paddy looked up gratefully, but he gave her no opportunity to speak, continuing immediately:

”If I were a rich man, you should none of you want _for_ anything, but I am far from it. We Adairs have a fatal gift of getting through money--a truly Irish trait--and a great part of my private means have gone in medical research, and my practice is in a poor parish, where I have to get what fees I can and leave the rest. As you know, your aunt has a little money, but she has insisted upon giving Basil a most expensive education, and now he is only half through his exams. He may not pa.s.s his final for two or three years, and meanwhile he is a great expense.”

He paused and there was a long silence, then Paddy looked up, and, steadying her voice with an effort, said: