England -- Fiction; Orphans -- Fiction; Runaway children -- Fiction; Young men -- Fiction
"No, my son," said Mrs Hallett piteously; "and if you had taken my
advice the poor child would not have been degraded to such menial
tasks."
"Mother," said Hallett, with more sternness than I had yet heard him use
in speaking to her, "it is not the mere going out shopping that is
likely to degrade your child. The time has come when I must insist upon
knowing the meaning of these frequent absences on Linny's part. Has she
gone out to-night on some necessary errand?"
"I--I don't know, Stephen; she said she must go."
"Tell me, mother--I beg, I insist," he exclaimed, "what you are keeping
from me."
"Nothing, nothing, Stephen," sobbed the poor woman. "You'll kill me
with your un kindness before you've done."
"Do you mean to tell me that you do not know where Linny has gone,
mother?"
"Yes, yes, Stephen; I do not know."
"Has--has she gone to meet anyone?"
"I don't know, Stephen; I think so."
"Who is it, mother?" exclaimed Hallett.
"I don't know, Stephen; indeed I don't know. Oh, this is very, very
cruel of you!"
"Mother," said Hallett, "is this just and kind to me, to keep such a
secret from my knowledge? Oh, shame, shame! You let that weak, foolish
child keep appointments with a stranger, and without my knowledge--
without my knowing it, who stand to her in the place of a father. It
must be stopped at once."
"Let me go, Hallett, please," I whispered.
"Yes; go, Antony; it is better that you should not be here when Linny
comes back. Good-night--good-night."
I hurried downstairs, and let myself out, feeling miserable with the
trouble I had seen, and I was just crossing Queen Square when I saw
Linny coming in the opposite direction.
She caught sight of me on the instant and spoke.
"Where did you leave Stephen?" she said hastily; and I saw that she was
flushed and panting with haste.
"With Mrs Hallett," I said.
"Was he scolding because I was out?"
"Yes."
She gave her head a hasty toss and turned away, looking prettier than
ever, I thought, but I fancied, as we stood beneath a lamp, that she
turned pale.
Before she had gone half-a-dozen steps I was by her side.
"Well? What is it?" she said; and now I saw that she was in tears.
"Nothing," I replied; "only that I am going to see you safe home."
"You foolish boy," she retorted. "As if I could not take care of
myself."
"Your brother does not like you to be out alone at night," I said
quietly; "and I shall walk with you to the door."
"Such nonsense, Antony! Ah, well, just as you like;" and she burst into
a mocking laugh.
I knew this was to hide from me the fact that she was in tears; and I
walked beside her in silence till we had nearly reached the door, when
we both started, for a dark figure suddenly came up to us.
"Oh, Steve, how you frightened me!" exclaimed Linny with a forced laugh.
"Did I?" he said calmly; and then he held out his hand to me and pressed
mine.
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