”This is, indeed, a sad surprise,“ said Mrs Pitkin mournfully. When did you return from Florida?“
”I have never been there. I changed my mind when I reached Charleston.“
”How long have you been in the city?“
”About a week.“
”And never came near us. This is, indeed, unkind. In what way have we offended you?“ and Mrs. Pitkin put her handkerchief to her eyes.
There were no tears in them, but she was making an attempt to touch the heart of her uncle.
”Are you aware that Rebecca Forbush is in the city?“ asked the old gentleman abruptly.
”Ye-es,“ answered Mrs. Pitkin, startled.
”Have you seen her?“
”Ye-es. She came here one day.“
”And how did you treat her?“ asked Mr. Carter, severely. ”Did you not turn the poor woman from the house, having no regard for her evident poverty? Did you not tell her that I was very angry with her, and would not hear her name mentioned?“
”Ye-es, I may have said so. You know, Uncle Oliver, you have held no communication with her for many years.“
”That is true–more shame to me!“
”And I thought I was carrying out your wishes in discouraging her visits.“
”You also thought that she might be a dangerous rival in my favor, and might deprive you and Alonzo of an expected share in my estate.“
”Oh, Uncle Oliver! how can you think so poorly of me?“
Mr. Carter eyed his niece with a half-smile.
”So I do you injustice, do I, Lavinia?“ he returned.
”Yes, great injustice.“
”I am glad to hear it. I feel less objection now to telling you what are my future plans.“
”What are they?“ asked Mrs. Pitkin apprehensively.
”I have lived for ten years under your roof, and have had no communication, as you say, with Rebecca. I think it is only fair now that I should show her some attention. I have accordingly installed her as mistress of my house in Madison Avenue, and shall henceforth make my home with her.“
Mrs. Pitkin felt as if the earth was sinking under her feet. The hopes and schemes of so many years had come to naught, and her hated and dreaded cousin was to be constantly in the society of the rich uncle.
”Rebecca has played her cards well,“ she said bitterly.
”She has not played them at all. She did not seek me. I sought her.“
”How did you know she was in the city?“
”I learned it from–Philip!“
There was fresh dismay.
”So that boy has wormed his way into your confidence!“ said Mrs. Pitkin bitterly. ”After acting so badly that Mr. Pitkin was obliged to discharge him, he ran to you to do us a mischief.“
”Why was he discharged?“ demanded Mr. Carter sternly. ”Why did your husband seize the opportunity to get rid of a boy in whom he knew me to be interested as soon as he thought I was out of the way? Why, moreover, did he refuse the boy a reference, without which Philip could scarcely hope to get employment?“
”You will have to ask Mr. Pitkin. I am sure he had good reason for the course he took. He’s an impudent, low upstart in my opinion.“
”So he is, ma!“ chimed in Alonzo, with heartiness.
”Ah! I have something to say to you, Alonzo,“ said Mr. Carter, turning his keen glances upon the boy. ”What became of that letter I gave to you to post just before I went away?“
”I put it in the letter-box,“ said Alonzo nervously.
”Do you know what was in it?“
”No,“ answered Alonzo, but he looked frightened.
”There were ten dollars in it. That letter never reached Phil, to whom it was addressed.“
”I–don’t know anything about it,“ faltered Alonzo.
”There are ways of finding out whether letters have been posted,“ said Mr. Carter. ”I might put a detective on the case.“
Alonzo turned pale, and looked much discomposed.
”Of what are you accusing my boy?“ asked Mrs. Pitkin, ready to contend for her favorite. ”So that boy has been telling lies about him, has he? and you believe scandalous stories about your own flesh and blood?“
”Not exactly that, Lavinia.“
”Well, your near relation, and that on the testimony of a boy you know nothing about. When Lonny is so devoted to you, too!“