Guardian and ward -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Love stories
"Tell me plainly what you mean, Mr Garstang."
"Simply this: I did mean that you should take the opportunity of my
being here and leave at once. I have the fly waiting, and I could take
you to my town house and place you in the care of my housekeeper and her
daughter. It would of course be checkmating your uncle, who could be
brought to his knees; and then as the price of your pardon you could do
something to help him out of his difficulties. Possibly a moderate
payment to his creditors might free him on easy terms. But there, my
child, the project is too wild and chimerical. It must almost sound to
you like a romance."
She stood there gazing full in his eyes as he ceased speaking; and at
the end of a minute he said gently, "There, I must not keep you talking
here in the cold night air. Your chest is still delicate; but strange
as the visit may seem, I am after all glad I have come, if only to give
you a little comfort--to show you that you are not quite alone in the
world. There, say good-night, and, of course, you will not mention my
visit to anyone. I must go now and catch the night mail at the station.
To-morrow I will see a very learned old barrister friend, and lay the
matter before him so as to get his advice. He may show me some way out
of the difficulty. Keep a good heart. I must show you that you have
one who will act as an uncle should. But listen to me," he said, as he
took her cold hand in his, "you must brace yourself up for the
encounters to come. Even if I find that I can assist you, the law moves
slowly, and it may be months before you can come out of prison. So no
flinching; let James Wilton and that scoundrel Claud know that they have
a firm, mentally strong woman to deal with; and now God bless you, my
child! Good-night!"
He let her hand fall, and lowered himself a round of the ladder; but she
stood as if carved in marble in the bright moonlight, without uttering a
word.
"Say good-night, my dear; and come, be firm."
She made no reply.
"You are not hurt by my proposal?" he said quietly.
"No," she said at last, "I was trying to weigh it. I must have time."
"Yes, you must have time. Think it over, my child; it may strike you
differently to-morrow, or you may see it in a more impossible light. So
may I. You know my address: Bedford Row will find me. I am well known
in London. Write to me if you require help, and at any cost I will come
and see you, even if I bring police to force my way. Now, good-night,
my dear. Heigho! Why did not I have a daughter such as you?"
"Let me think," said Kate gravely.
"No; this is no time for thinking, my child. Once more, good-night."
"No," said Kate firmly. "I will trust you, Mr Garstang. You must not
leave me to be kept a prisoner here."
"Possibly they would not dare; and I must warn you that you are taking a
very unusual step."
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