“What did she say? Has she sent for her lawyer--her solicitor, or whatever he is?” “No, she hasn't done that. I don't know but I 'most wish she had. He wouldn't be any harder to talk to than she is. Hosy, she's made up her mind.” “Made up her mind! I thought HER mind was already made up.” “It was, but she's made it up again. That doctor has been talkin' to her and she's really frightened about her health, I think. Anyhow, she has decided that her principal business just now is to get well. She told me she had decided not to press her claim upon us for the present. If we wished to make an offer of what she calls restitution, she'll listen to it; but she judges we are not ready to make one.” “Humph! her judgment is correct so far.” “Yes, but that isn't all. While she is waitin' for that offer she expects us to take care of her. She has been thinkin', she says, and she has come to the conclusion that our providin' for her as we have done isn't charity--or needn't be considered as charity--at all. She is willin' to consider it a part of that precious restitution she's forever talkin' about. We are to take care of her, and pay her doctor's bills, and take her into the country as he recommends, and--” I interrupted. “Great Scott!” I cried, “does she expect us to ADOPT her?” “I don't know what she expects; I'm tryin' to tell you what she said. We're to do all this and keep a strict account of all it costs, and then when we are ready to make a--a proposition, as she calls it, this account can be subtracted from the money she thinks we've got that belongs to her.” “But there isn't any money belonging to her. I told her so, and so did you.” “I know, but we might tell her a thousand times and it wouldn't affect her father's tellin' her once. Oh, that Strickland Morley! If only--” “Hush! hush, Hephzy... Well, by George! of all the--this thing has gone far enough. It has gone too far. We made a great mistake in bringing her here, in having anything to do with her at all--but we shan't go on making mistakes. We must stop where we are. She must be told the truth now--to-day.” “I know--I know, Hosy; but who'll tell her?” “I will.” “She won't believe you.” “Then she must disbelieve. She can call in her solicitor and I'll make him believe.” Hephzy was silent. Her silence annoyed me. “Why don't you say something?” I demanded. “You know what I say is plain common-sense.” “I suppose it is--I suppose 'tis. But, Hosy, if you start in tellin' her again you know what'll happen. The doctor said the least little thing would bring on nervous prostration. And if she has that, WHAT will become of her?” It was my turn to hesitate. “You couldn't--we couldn't turn her out into the street if she was nervous prostrated, could we,” pleaded Hephzy. “After all, she's Ardelia's daughter and--” “She's Strickland Morley's daughter. There is no doubt of that. Hereditary influence is plain enough in her case.”