If James Gillan had been allowed a minute, a few moments, in which to
make up his mind whether to lie or tell the truth, his skill in
deception, always greater than his courage, might have risen to the
occasion even then. Appalled as he was, overwhelmed by this unexpected
accusation, he could not decide immediately what course would be best;
and, having opened his mouth as if he were forming some reply, he let
it drop helplessly, and remained without a word. Mr Lee went on
speaking as if he had received an answer; perhaps he thought that the
silence might be accounted a reply.
‘And since we’re in the midst of discussions, Nephy Gillan, what is
this tale of a letter that we’ve heard?’ He spoke the words sternly,
but they came as a relief. His nephew seized on the diversion eagerly.
‘Oh, _that!_ .... I don’t know .... it may have been some mischief of
my sister’s .... my sister is a wild girl and is sometimes fond of
tricks .... I will answer for it, sir, that there is nothing serious in
the matter as in this other accusation that has reference to myself
.... In any case, my sister will be able to reply, if she were here now
I have no doubt she would answer you.’
He had scarcely spoken when the door, which had been left partly open,
was suddenly flung forwards as far as it would go; and Tina, who had
been standing at the entrance with the housekeeper, appeared at the
threshold, and swept into the room. Her rich black silk dress rustled
after her as she advanced; she seemed to be beside herself with rage,
or fear, or shame; she advanced at once on her brother and on Jenny, as
if with her little hands she would seize them both. But Mr Lee
interposed with the manner of the master of a house, and laying a hand
on her arm, turned her round to him. His manner, his voice, were very
quiet and stern, as those of one who is in no doubt what to say.
‘My niece,’ he said, ‘ye will go back to your room. I haven’t the time
to speak to ye just now. My housekeeper, I see, has been listening at
the door, and I’ve not the least doubt she’ll show the way to ye. You,
sir, I will trouble ye to come with me to my study that I may confer
with ye on these matters that we’ve heard. Madam, I must ask ye to wait
here a few minutes, before very long I’ll come to ye again.’
With a hand on the arm of each, and a manner not to be disputed,
he turned with his niece and nephew from the room--Jenny following them
with her eyes, but remaining perfectly passive, standing there in her
worn, black dress like some image of despair. Outside the door he
released the arm of Tina, and paused to lock the door, and then to take
out the key; and then, without paying any further attention to his
niece, he turned to the young man, and addressed a few words to him.
‘I must ask you, sir, to come with me to my study, that I may confer
with ye on these matters. I can’t make no decision that I can tell ye,
till ye’ve said your say, and I’ve heard ye to the end!’
CHAPTER XXXIII
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