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She had earned the two dollars by stayin' and workin' nights after the day's work wuz done. And Sister Arvilly Lanfear had earned three dollars and twenty-eight cents by canvassin' for a book. The name of the book wuz: "The Wild, Wicked, and Warlike Deeds of Man."
The officer was apparently not discouraged by his failure to win recognition from her, and what was amounting to annoyance for Lanfear reached the point where he felt he must share it with her father. He had nearly as much trouble in imparting it to him as he might have had with Miss Gerald herself.
I advanced towards her and sez: "Arvilly Lanfear! or she that wuz, is it you?" "Yes, I've come, and if ever a human creeter come through sufferin' I have. Why, I've been agent for 'The Wild Deeds of Men' for years and years, but I never knew anything about 'em till I come on this tower. I thought that I should never git that man here alive.
"My father isn't here!" "I beg your pardon," Lanfear said. "I must have misunderstood. A gentleman who got out of the train with you a short, stout gentleman with gray hair I understood him to say you were his daughter requested me to bring this message " The girl shook her head. "I don't know him. It must be a mistake." "The mistake is mine, no doubt.
He took the place in front, and left her to Lanfear's care, with the trust which was the physician's right, and with a sense of the girl's dependence in which she was still a child to him. They did not speak till well on the way home. Then the father leaned forward and whispered huskily: "Do you think she's as strong as she was?" Lanfear waited, as if thinking the facts over.
They set out with Miss Gerald reclining in the kind of litter which the donkey proved to be equipped with. Lanfear went beside her, the peasant girl came behind, and at times ran forward to instruct them in the points they seemed to be looking at.
I'd love, when they was snickerin', and pokin' fun at me, and actin' and jeerin' and sneerin', and callin' me all to nort, I'd love to spring onto 'em, and roar." "Hush, Josiah," says I. "Be calm! be calm!" "I won't be calm! I can't see into it," he hollered. "Why, what lifted Letitia Lanfear right up, didn't lift me up. Hain't what's sass for the goose, sass for the gander?" "No," says I sadly.
Miss Gerald came out of the hotel door towards them, smiling equally for both, with the indefinable difference between cognition and recognition habitual in her look. She was dressed for a walk, and she seemed to expect them to go with her. She beamed gently upon Lanfear; there was no trace of umbrage in her sunny gayety.
I shall be glad to do anything I can," Lanfear said, with a little pang which he tried to keep silent in orienting himself anew towards the girl, whose loveliness he had felt before he had felt her piteousness.
"Did he come to see me?" she asked; and Lanfear exchanged looks of anxiety, pain, and reassurance with her father. "I am so sorry. Shall I go after him and tell him?" "No; I explained; he's all right," Lanfear said. "You want to be careful, Nannie," her father added, "about people's feelings when you meet them, and afterwards seem not to know them." "But I do know them, papa," she remonstrated.
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