"Yes--er--yes, I got it, Caroline. I--by Jove, you know--"He hesitated, stammered, and looked thoroughly uncomfortable. His mother regarded him wrathfully.
"Well," she snapped, "why don't you go on? Caroline, dear, you really must excuse him. The dear boy is quite overcome."Captain Elisha stepped forward.
"Excuse me for interruptin', ma'am," he said, addressing the ruffled matron; "but I know you're sort of surprised to see us all here and maybe I'd better explain. Mr. Sylvester told me you and your son had an appointment with him for this afternoon. Now there was something we--or I, anyhow--wanted to talk with you about, so Ithought we might as well make one job of it. Sylvester's a pretty busy man, and I know he has other things to attend to; so why not let him go ahead and tell you what you come to hear, and then we can take up the other part by ourselves. He's told me what you wanted to see him about, and it's somethin' we're all interested in, bein' as we're one family--or goin' to be pretty soon. So suppose he just tells you now. Ain't that a good idea?"Mrs. Dunn looked at the speaker, and then at the lawyer, and seemed to have caught some of her son's embarrassment.
"I--we did have an appointment with Mr. Sylvester," she admitted, reluctantly; "but the business was not important. And," haughtily, "I do not care to discuss it here."The captain opened his eyes. "Hey?" he exclaimed. "Not important?
You surprise me, ma'am. I judged 'twas mighty important. 'Twas about the real size of your father's estate, Caroline," turning to the girl. "I thought Mrs. Dunn and Mr. Malcolm must think 'twas important, for I understand they've been telephonin' and askin' for appointments for the last two days. Why, yes! and they come way down here in all this storm on purpose to talk it over with him.
Am I wrong? Ain't that so, ma'am?"
It was so, and Mrs. Dunn could not well deny it. Therefore, she took refuge in a contemptuous silence. The captain nodded.
"As to discussin' it here," he went on with bland innocence, "why, we're all family folks, same as I said, and there ain't any secrets between us on THAT subject. So suppose we all listen while Mr.
Sylvester tells just what he'd have told you and Mr. Malcolm. It's pretty hard to hear; but bad news is soon told. Heave ahead, Mr.
Sylvester."
Mrs. Dunn made one more attempt to avoid the crisis she saw was approaching.
"Surely, Caroline," she said testily, "you don't wish your private affairs treated in this public manner. Come, let us go."She laid a hand on the girl's arm. Captain Elisha quietly interposed.
"No, no," he said. "We'll all stay here. There's nothin' public about it."Caroline, crimson with mortification, protested indignantly.
"Mr. Sylvester," she said, "it is not necessary to--""Excuse me;" her uncle's tone was sharper and more stern; "I think it is. Go on, Sylvester."The lawyer looked far from comfortable, but he spoke at once and to the point.
"I should have told you and your son just this, Mrs. Dunn," he said. "I intimated it before, and Miss Warren had already written you the essential facts. A new and unexpected development, the nature of which I am not at liberty to disclose now or later, makes Abijah Warren's estate absolutely bankrupt. Not only that, but many thousand dollars in debt. His heirs are left penniless. That is the plain truth, I'm very sorry to say. There is no hope of anything better. You'll forgive me, Miss Warren, I hope, for putting it so bluntly; but I thought it best to avoid every possible misunderstanding."It was blunt, beyond doubt. Even Captain Elisha winced at the word "penniless." Stephen muttered under his breath and turned his back. Caroline, swaying, put a hand on the table to steady herself. The Dunns looked at each other.
"Thank you, Mr. Sylvester," said the captain, quietly. "I'll see you again in a few moments."The lawyer bowed and left the room, evidently glad to escape.
Captain Elisha turned to Mrs. Dunn.
"And now, ma'am," he observed, "that part of the business is over.
The next part's even more in the family, so I thought we didn't need legal advice. You see just how matters stand. My niece is a poor girl. She needs somebody to support her and look out for her.
She's got that somebody, we're all thankful to say. She's engaged to Mr. Malcolm here. And, as you're his ma, Mrs. Dunn, and I'm Caroline's guardian, us old folks'll take our affairs in hand; they needn't listen, if they don't want to. I understand from Steve that Malcolm's been mighty anxious to have the weddin' day hurried along. I can't say as I blame him. And _I_ think the sooner they're married the better. Now, how soon can we make it, Mrs.
Dunn?"
This unexpected and matter-of-fact query was variously received.
Mrs. Dunn frowned and flushed. Malcolm frowned, also. Steve nodded emphatic approval. As for Caroline, she gazed at her guardian in horrified amazement.
"Why!" she cried. "You--you--What do you mean by such--""Don't be an idiot, Caro!" cut in her brother. "I told you to be sensible. Captain Warren's dead right.""Stevie, you stay out of this." There was no misunderstanding the captain's tone. "When I want your opinion I'll ask for it. And, Caroline, I want you to stay out, too. This is my trick at the wheel. Mrs. Dunn, what d'you say? Never mind the young folks.
You and me know that marriage is business, same as everything else.
How soon can we have the weddin'?"
Mrs. Dunn had, apparently, nothing to say--to him. She addressed her next remark to Caroline.
