The Indian gentleman"s hollow eyes dwelt on her with curious interest.
"That was very thoughtful of you," he said.
Sara looked toward Ram Da.s.s, who stood near the door.
"Shall I give him to the Lascar?" she asked.
"How do you know he is a Lascar?" said the Indian gentleman, smiling a little.
"Oh, I know Lascars," Sara said, handing over the reluctant monkey. "I was born in India."
The Indian gentleman sat upright so suddenly, and with such a change of expression, that she was for a moment quite startled.
"You were born in India," he exclaimed, "were you? Come here." And he held out his hand.
Sara went to him and laid her hand in his, as he seemed to want to take it. She stood still, and her green-gray eyes met his wonderingly.
Something seemed to be the matter with him.
"You live next door?" he demanded.
"Yes; I live at Miss Minchin"s seminary."
"But you are not one of her pupils?"
A strange little smile hovered about Sara"s mouth. She hesitated a moment.
"I don"t think I know exactly _what_ I am," she replied.
"Why not?"
"At first I was a pupil, and a parlor-boarder; but now--"
"You were a pupil! What are you now?"
The queer little sad smile was on Sara"s lips again.
"I sleep in the attic, next to the scullery-maid," she said. "I run errands for the cook--I do anything she tells me; and I teach the little ones their lessons."
"Question her, Carmichael," said Mr. Carrisford, sinking back as if he had lost his strength. "Question her; I cannot."
The big, kind father of the Large Family knew how to question little girls. Sara realized how much practice he had had when he spoke to her in his nice, encouraging voice.
"What do you mean by "At first," my child?" he inquired.
"When I was first taken there by my papa."
"Where is your papa?"
"He died," said Sara, very quietly. "He lost all his money and there was none left for me. There was no one to take care of me or to pay Miss Minchin."
"Carmichael!" the Indian gentleman cried out loudly; "Carmichael!"
"We must not frighten her," Mr. Carmichael said aside to him in a quick, low voice; and he added aloud to Sara: "So you were sent up into the attic, and made into a little drudge. That was about it, wasn"t it?"
"There was no one to take care of me," said Sara. "There was no money; I belong to n.o.body."
"How did your father lose his money?" the Indian gentleman broke in breathlessly.
"He did not lose it himself," Sara answered, wondering still more each moment. "He had a friend he was very fond of--he was _very_ fond of him.
It was his friend who took his money. He trusted his friend too much."
The Indian gentleman"s breath came more quickly.
"The friend might have _meant_ to do no harm," he said. "It might have happened through a mistake."
Sara did not know how unrelenting her quiet young voice sounded as she answered. If she had known, she would surely have tried to soften it for the Indian gentleman"s sake.
"The suffering was just as bad for my papa," she said. "It killed him."
"What was your father"s name?" the Indian gentleman said. "Tell me."
"His name was Ralph Crewe," Sara answered, feeling startled. "Captain Crewe. He died in India."
The haggard face contracted, and Ram Da.s.s sprang to his master"s side.
"Carmichael," the invalid gasped, "it is the child--the child!"
For a moment Sara thought he was going to die. Ram Da.s.s poured out drops from a bottle, and held them to his lips. Sara stood near, trembling a little. She looked in a bewildered way at Mr. Carmichael.
"What child am I?" she faltered.
"He was your father"s friend," Mr. Carmichael answered her. "Don"t be frightened. We have been looking for you for two years."
Sara put her hand up to her forehead, and her mouth trembled. She spoke as if she were in a dream.
"And I was at Miss Minchin"s all the while," she half whispered. "Just on the other side of the wall."
CHAPTER XVIII
"I TRIED NOT TO BE"
It was pretty, comfortable Mrs. Carmichael who explained everything. She was sent for at once, and came across the square to take Sara into her warm arms and make clear to her all that had happened. The excitement of the totally unexpected discovery had been temporarily almost overpowering to Mr. Carrisford in his weak condition.
"Upon my word," he said faintly to Mr. Carmichael, when it was suggested that the little girl should go into another room, "I feel as if I do not want to lose sight of her."