When later they were alone,the girl looked at her mother,her eyes luminous.
"You see,"she began rather breathlessly,"even you must see,he is beginning to drive us away.""I do hope,Eloise,you are not going to indulge in any heroics over this affair,"returned Mrs.Evringham,who had braced herself to meet an attack."Does the unpleasant creature suppose we would stay with him if we were not obliged to?""If we are obliged to,which I don't admit,need you demand further favors than food and shelter?How could you speak of Essex Maid!How can you know in your inmost heart,as you do,that we are eating the bread of charity,and then ask for the apple of his eye!"exclaimed Eloise desperately.
"Go away with your bread and apples,"responded Mrs.Evringham flippantly."I have a real worry now that that wretched little cousin of yours is coming.""She is not my cousin please remember,"responded the girl bitterly.
"Mr.Evringham reminded us of that to-night.""Now don't you begin calling him Mr.Evringham!"protested her mother.
"You don't want to take any notice of the man's absurdities.You will only make matters worse.""No,I shall go on saying grandfather for the little while we stay.
Otherwise,he would know his words were rankling.It willbe a little while?Oh mother!"Mrs.Evringham pushed the pleading hand away."I can't tell how long it will be!"she returned impatiently."We are simply helpless until your father's affairs are settled.I thought I had told you that,Eloise.He worshipped you,child,and no matter what that old curmudgeon says,Lawrence would wish us to remain under his protection until we see our way clear.""Won't you have a business talk with him,so we can know what we have to look forward to?"The girl's voice was unsteady.
"I will when the right time comes,Eloise.Can't you trust your mother?Isn't it enough that we have lost our home,our carriages,all our comforts and luxuries,through this man's bad judgment--""You will cling to that!"despairingly.
"And have had to come out to this Sleepy Hollow of a place,where life means mere existence,and be so poor that the carfare into New York is actually a consideration!I'm quite satisfied with our martyrdom as it is,without pinching and grinding as we should have to do to live elsewhere.""Then you don't mean to attempt to escape?"returned Eloise in alarm.
"Hush,hush,Goosie.We will escape all in good time if we don't succeed in taming the bear.As it is,I have to work single handed,"dropping into a tone of reproach."You are no help at all.You might as well be a simpering wax dummy out of a shop window.I would have been ashamed at your age if I could not have subjugated any man alive.
We might have had him at our feet weeks ago if you had made an effort.""No,no,mother,"sadly."I saw when we first came how effusiveness impressed him,and I tried to behave so as to strike a balance--that is,after I found that we were here on sufferance and not as welcome guests.""Pshaw!You can't tell what such a hermit is thinking,"returned Mrs.
Evringham."It is the best thing that could happen to him to have us here.Dr.Ballard said so only to-day.What is troubling me now is this child of Harry's.I was sure by father's tone when he first spoke of her that he would not even consider such an imposition.""I think he did feel so,"returned Eloise,her manner quiet again.
"That was an example of the way you overreach yourself.The word presumption on your lips applied to uncle Harry determined grandfather to let the child come.""You think he really has sent for her then!"exclaimed Mrs.Evringham.
"You think that is what the telegram meant!I'm sure of it,too."Then after a minute's exasperated thought,"I believe you are right.He is just contrary enough for that.If I had urged him to let the little barbarian come,he couldn't have been induced to do so.That wasn't clever of me!"The speaker made the admission in a tone which implied that in general her cleverness was unquestioned."Well,I hope she will worry him out of his senses,and I don't think there is much doubt of it.It may turn out all for the best,Eloise,after all,and lead him to appreciate us."Mrs.Evringham cast a glance at the mirror and patted her waved hair."And yet I'm anxious,very anxious.He might take a fancy to the girl,"she added thoughtfully.
"I'm such a poor-spirited creature,"remarked Eloise.
"What now?"
"I ought to be strong enough to leave you since you will not come;to leave this roof and earn my own living,some way,any way;but I'm too much of a coward.""I should hope so,"returned her mother briefly."You'd soon become one if you weren't at starting.Girls bred to luxury,as you have been,must just contrive to live well somehow.They can't stand anything else.""Nonsense,mother,"quietly."They can.They do.""Yes,in books I know they do."
"No,truth is stranger than fiction.They do.I have been looking for that sort of stamina in myself for weeks,but I haven't found it.It is a cruel wrong to a girl not to teach her to support herself.""My dear!You were going to college.You know you would have gone had it not been for your poor father's misfortunes."Eloise's eyes filled again at the remembrance of the young,gay man who had been her boon companion since her babyhood,and at the memory of those last sad days,when she knew he had agonized over her future even more than over that of his volatile wife.
"My dear,as I've told you before,a girl as pretty as you are should know that fortune cannot be unkind,nor the sea of life too rough.In each of the near waves of it you can see a man's head swimming toward you.You don't know the trouble I have had already in silencing those who wished to speak before you were old enough.They could any of them be summoned now with a word.Let me see.There is Mr.Derwent--Mr.
Follansbee--Mr.Weeks--"
"Hush,mother!"ejaculated the girl in disgust.
