"My husband was unfortunate, sir, in not being able to get employment
here," she resumed; "his being out of work, in the autumn, threw us all
back, and we've got nothing to depend on but his earnings. The family
that he's in now, sir, don't give him very good pay--only twenty dollars
a month, and his board--but it was the best chance he could get, and it
was either go to Baltimore with them, or stay at home and starve, and so
he went, sir. It's been a hard time with us, and one of the children is
sick, now, with a fever, and we don't hardly know how to make out a
living. And so, sir, I have come here this evening, leaving the children
alone, to ask you if you wouldn't be kind enough to wait a little
longer, and we'll hope to make it right with you in the end."
"Mrs. Miller," said Dr. Renton, with stern composure, "I have no wish to
question the truth of any statement you may make; but I must tell you
plainly, that I can't afford to let my houses for nothing. I told you a
month ago, that if you couldn't pay me my rent, you must vacate the
premises. You know very well that there are plenty of tenants who are
able and willing to pay when the money comes due. You _know_ that."
He paused as he said this, and, glancing at her, saw her pale lips
falter. It shook the cruelty of his purpose a little, and he had a vague
feeling that he was doing wrong. Not without a proud struggle, during
which no word was spoken, could he beat it down. Meanwhile, the phantom
had advanced a pace toward the centre of the room.
"That is the state of the matter, ma'am," he resumed, coldly. "People
who will not pay me my rent must not live in my tenements. You must move
out. I have no more to say."
"Dr. Renton," she said faintly, "I have a sick child--how can I move
now? Oh! sir, it's Christmas eve--don't be hard with us!"
Instead of touching him, this speech irritated him beyond measure.
Passing all considerations of her difficult position involved in her
piteous statement, his anger flashed at once on her implication that he
was unjust and unkind. So violent was his excitement that it whirled
away the words that rushed to his lips, and only fanned the fury that
sparkled from the whiteness of his face in his eyes.
"Be patient with us, sir," she continued; "we are poor, but we mean to
pay you; and we can't move now in this cold weather; please, don't be
hard with us, sir."
The fury now burst out on his face in a red and angry glow, and the
words came.
"Now, attend to me!" He rose to his feet. "I will not hear any more from
you. I know nothing of your poverty, nor of the condition of your
family. All I know is that you owe me three months' rent, and that you
can't or won't pay me. I say, therefore, leave the premises to people
who can and will. You have had your legal notice; quit my house
to-morrow; if you don't, your furniture shall be put in the street. Mark
me--to-morrow!"
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