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"You are silly, Jess." Her mother was visibly annoyed. "Why should you talk about being up and doing? Haven't you everything that you desire, with the prospect of a brilliant career before you?" "What career?" "As Lady Donaster, of course. To what else should I refer?" "And you call that a career, mother? Slavery is the right word to use.
Such liberty was not at all pleasing to Eben. His fists doubled and his eyes expressed anger. He recognised one of the visitors as Donaster, the man from whom Jess Randall had fled. He did not like the look upon his face nor his insolent manner. What right had these men to come on board the "Eb and Flo"? he asked himself.
Donaster asked. "Have you told anyone?" "Not yet." "Not yet! Then you intend to do so, I suppose?" "Why not? Should not Mr. and Mrs. Randall know at once what a vil , excuse me, what an impostor you are?" "Don't, don't tell them! For the love of heaven, keep this a secret. They must not know. It will ruin me." "What am I to do, then?" "Say nothing. Keep silent."
Donaster thought for a few minutes, and his brows wrinkled. "I've only five hundred in the bank," he at length explained. "You'll have to wait until to-morrow for any of that." "Five hundred! My, that seems a fortune to me. Where did ye get it? Steal it?" Donaster shot a quick startled look at his companion as if he would read his mind. Then he gave a nervous laugh.
Just you wait." "But suppose you are not Lord Donaster's son?" Grimsby's question was very deliberate, but it had an immediate effect. "Not his son! What are you driving at, anyway? Stop your nonsense. If I am not Lord Donaster's son, who am I, then?" "You are an impostor, that's what you are. There is no Lord Donaster. Your father is a shoemaker in the State of New Jersey.
"Wish to goodness I had a match, so's we could see what kind of a place this is. But I left my vest in the car, and the matches were in the pocket." "What car?" Mrs. Hampton asked. "Lord Fiddlesticks'." "You mean Lord Donaster?" "I guess that's his name, but dad calls him 'Fiddlesticks'." "And you were with him? Where was he going?" "Why, he was comin' here, of course.
Sit down, and I shall come to the point at once. There, now, keep cool, and do as I say. That's better," he added, when the angry man had reluctantly obeyed. He leaned over and looked Donaster full in the eyes. "You want to marry Miss Randall, do you, not?" Donaster gave a start, and stared at his visitor for a few seconds. "Well, what business is it of yours if I do?" he demanded.
Why, man, I am astonished at myself for not asking more. Unless you sign this, I shall not assist you." Seeing that Grimsby was determined, Donaster reluctantly signed the paper and handed it back. "There, I hope you're satisfied now," he growled. "I am." Grimsby smiled as he folded the paper, and put it away carefully in his pocket.
From the cabin came a howl of fear, and looking down Eben could see two frightened faces staring up at him. "For God's sake, let us up out of this hole!" Donaster pleaded. "We'll smother here." "Jist stay where ye are," was the reply. "Ye got yerselves into this fix, an' ye'll have to make the best of it." "But the lightning might strike the boat," Donaster argued.
Eben made no reply, but stood staring straight before him. During the last few days a notable change had come over this awkward youth. The influence of a deep passion had transformed him from boyhood to manhood, and he was now able to view things in a different light. He did not want Donaster to have Jess Randall, so it was necessary for him to do all in his power to keep her out of his grasp.
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