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A quick shiver ran over Beulah's frame, and a dark frown furrowed her pale brow, as she answered: "I feared as much." "Why should you fear, child? She is a beautiful heiress, and he loves her," returned Dr. Hartwell, without taking his eyes from her face. "No; he thinks he loves her, but it is not so.
Asbury, if you treat me to any more barefaced flattery of this sort, I nurse no more of your patients." Dr. Hartwell here directed his partner's attention to Clara, and, thoroughly provoked at the pertinacity with which he avoided noticing her, she seized the brief opportunity to visit Mrs. Hoyt and little Willie. The mother welcomed her with a silent grasp of the hand and a gush of tears.
"I do, certainly," said Billy, still in that voice that was so oddly smooth and emotionless. "And you'll try to be more tractable, less headstrong, less assertive of your presence?" The girl sprang to her feet now. "More tractable! Less assertive of my presence!" she cried. "Mrs. Hartwell, do you mean to say you think I'd STAY after what you've told me?" "Stay? Why, of course you'll stay!
I saw it in their tiniest baby pictures. But this baby " "This baby is mine, please," cut in a tremulous, but resolute voice; and Mrs. Hartwell turned to confront Bertram, Jr.'s mother, manifestly weak and trembling, but no less manifestly blazing-eyed and determined. "Why, Billy!" expostulated Mrs. Hartwell, as Billy stumbled forward and snatched the child into her arms.
"You are the same girl that he asked my father to send to the public school. How came you here?" A pair of dark gray eyes met Cornelia's gaze, and seemed to answer defiantly, "What is it to you?" "Has Dr. Hartwell adopted you? Pauline said so, but she is so heedless that I scarcely believed her, particularly when it seemed so very improbable." "Hush, Cornelia!
Hartwell, with another oath, "I'll swear to it ten times over, and if I ever have a chance, I'll down you and your cursed company till you won't know that you ever existed," and then seeming to take Houston as the representative of the entire corporation, he poured upon him a torrent of vituperation and abuse which was very amusing to Houston, who was only thinking of securing a witness for the prosecution, by and by.
There was considerable more talk in the same strain, but after the group had separated, Houston, who had learned the name of the principal speaker, approached him as he was standing alone, and said, in a low tone: "This is Mr. Hartwell, I believe; my name is Houston. Mr. Hartwell, I heard your remarks a little while ago concerning the North Western Mining Company and its officers.
"I wish Cyril had consulted me, a little, about this affair." Billy did not answer. She could not trust herself to speak just then. Cyril's words of two days before were in her ears: "Yes, and it will give Big Kate time to try to make your breakfast supper, and your roses pinks or sunflowers." In a moment Mrs. Hartwell spoke again.
"I'll never believe he was all bad a man who would do what he did for a poor old woman like me, when he was flying for his life too. No, no, there was good in him even if he did kill that man. And I'm sure he must feel terrible over it." In this view Grandma persisted. She never would say or listen to a word against Mark Hartwell, and she had only pity for him whom everyone else condemned.
I never know what she's going to remark next, when I take her anywhere; but it's safe to say, whatever it is, it'll be unexpected and usually embarrassing to somebody. And is that the baby?" broke off Mrs. Hartwell, as a cooing laugh and a woman's voice came from the next room. "Yes. The nurse has just brought him in, I think," said Billy.