Curtis shrugged his shoulders.
"It is very hard to tell. My uncle is a very feeble man."
"And if he dies, I suppose the property goes to you?"
"I suppose so."
"But where does Florence come in?"
"It seems to me, Mrs. Barnes, that you take a good deal of interest in our family affairs," said Curtis, suspiciously.
"That"s true, sir. Why shouldn"t I take an interest in a nice gentleman like you?"
Curtis smiled.
"I am doing my best to find Florence. Then our marriage will take place, and it matters little to whom the property is left."
"But I thought Miss Florence didn"t care to marry you?"
"It is only because she thinks cousins ought not to marry. It"s a foolish fancy, and she"ll get over it."
"Thrue for you, sir. My first husband was my cousin, and we always agreed, barrin" an occasional fight----"
"I don"t think Florence and I will ever fight, Mrs. Barnes."
"What surprises me, Mr. Curtis, is that a nice-lookin" gentleman like you hasn"t been married before."
Curtis eyed her keenly, but her face told him nothing.
"I never saw one I wanted to marry till my cousin grew up," he said.
"I belave in marryin", meself. I was first married at sivinteen."
"How long ago was that, Mrs. Barnes?"
"It"s long ago, Mr. Curtis. I"m an old woman now. I was thirty-five last birthday."
Curtis came near laughing outright, for he suspected--what was true-- that the nurse would never see her fiftieth birthday again.
"Then you are just my age," he said.
"If I make him laugh he won"t suspect nothing," soliloquized the wily nurse. "That"s a pretty big lie, even for me."
"Shure I look older, Mr. Curtis," she said, aloud. "What wid the worry of losin" two fond husbands, I look much older than you."
"Oh, your are very well preserved, Mrs. Barnes."
Curtis went into his uncle"s chamber.
"How are you feeling, uncle?" he asked.
"I think I am better," answered Mr. Linden, coldly, for he had not forgotten Mrs. Barnes" revelations.
"That is right. Only make an effort, and you will soon be strong again."
"I think I may. I may live ten years to annoy you."
"I fervently hope so," said Curtis, but there was a false ring in his voice that his uncle detected. "How do you like the new nurse?"
"She is helping me wonderfully. You made a good selection."
"I will see that she is soon discharged," Curtis inwardly resolved.
"If her being here is to prolong my uncle"s life, and keep me still waiting for the estate, I must clear the house of her."
"You must not allow her to buoy you up with unfounded hopes. She has been telling you that Florence will soon return."
"Yes; she seems convinced of it."
"Of course she knows nothing of it. She may return, but I doubt whether she is in Chicago now. I think the family she was with has gone to Europe."
"Where did you hear that, Curtis?" asked Mr. Linden, with unwonted sharpness.
"I have sources of information which at present I do not care to impart. Rest a.s.sured that I am doing all I can to get her back."
"You still want to marry her, Curtis?"
"I do, most certainly."
"I shall not insist upon it. I should not have done so before."
"Have you changed your mind, uncle?"
"Yes; I have made a mistake, and I have decided to correct it."
"What has come over him?" Curtis asked himself. "Some influence hostile to me has been brought to bear. It must be that nurse. I will quietly dismiss her to-morrow, paying her a week"s wages, in lieu of warning. She"s evidently a meddler."
Chapter x.x.xVIII.
The Closing Scene.
The next day Tim Bolton, dressed in a jaunty style, walked up the steps of the Linden mansion.
"Is Mr. Waring at home?" he asked.
"No, sir; he has gone downtown."