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I am sure that I shall have no difficulty in getting any monies that may be required from Mr. Goldsworthy, and there is nothing that will give me more pleasure than to see you established again in the place that was the first where I ever felt I had a home."
On a later afternoon she was in the attic room, sewing at a frock for Robbie Goldsworthy Robert Pennycuick, after the grandfather who had been expected to leave much money while Deb and Frances entertained visitors downstairs.
When the master of the house came hurrying in to her, rusty, unshaven, abject, she would have changed places with a Christian of old Rome facing a lion of the amphitheatre. "Oh, this is good of you! This is kind indeed!" Mr Goldsworthy greeted her, and threatened in his grateful emotion to fall at her feet. "I did not dare to hope "
"With the bankers you name, by all means," Cyril said; "and I thank you heartily for so doing, for as I shall shortly rejoin the Fleet, a portion, at least, of the money will be very useful to me." Mr. Goldsworthy took his hat. "There is one thing further I have forgotten. Mr. Harvey requested me to say that he wished for no thanks in this matter.
Mr Goldsworthy was nonplussed for the moment. He could not accept the suggestion that Deb was not high-principled. But he gave up his informant. "There is ample evidence that the man is Mrs Ewing's lover," he grieved. "He has been seen with her in the most equivocal situations. I don't wish to go into details to mention things unfit for a young girl's ears "
This time Mrs Goldsworthy did laugh. Deb joined in. "Funny, isn't it? I feel" sarcastically "like going into fits myself when I think of it, it is so screamingly absurd. And how it happened I can't tell you, unless it is that we are fallen into our dotage. I suppose it must be that." "You in your dotage!" Mary mocked, with an affectionate sincerity that was grateful to her sister's ear.
Mrs Goldsworthy was stooping to sweep a sprinkle of ashes out of the fender she was like an old maid in her faddy tidiness and when she turned, her face was working as if to repress tears. Deb caught her up, a moan bursting from her lips. "Oh, what a brute I am! when you poor, poor old girl! have to finish it alone.
And Alice Urquhart, who is in town, and one of his cousins from Bundaboo quite respectable and above-board, you see, only very quiet, so as not to trouble you and the girls and poor dear Bennet Goldsworthy more than we can help " "Not trouble us!" broke in Deb, her face, that had paled a moment ago, flaming scarlet.
She was prepared to be very sympathetic in that case; but Mr Goldsworthy repelled the suggestion with scorn. "Certainly not. I never borrowed money in my life.
And meanwhile, make her some tea or something, and see that she has all she wants. Come, my love " He led her to the door of a room, and she shrank back from it with a shriek. "Well, well," he soothed her; "the spare room, if you like " "Oh, promise me promise me !" "Yes, yes; just as you wish, darling. I would not hurry you." She turned to Miss Goldsworthy and clung to her.
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