"Isn"t Miss Marsh here yet?"
"No," said Cooley, with a covert sneer, "the young lady is taking her time----"
Jimmy made an effort to put on an air of offended dignity.
"My niece is perhaps unaware," he said loftily, "that Mr. Cooley is waiting. I don"t mind for myself----"
Mr. Ricaby was about to leave the room to investigate, when suddenly the door of the bedroom on the right opened and Paula appeared. Her face was pale, but she was cool and self-composed. The girl"s manner gave little indication of the agitation within. These men who had come to see her against her will, she feared and abhorred. That they were her mortal enemies instinct told her, that they would stop at nothing to gain their ends, she had every reason to believe. This new proposal sugar-coated as it was with proffers of friendliness, could only cloak some sinister, covert design. She would have liked to communicate her fears to Mr.
Ricaby, but this unexpected visit had so taken her by surprise that there was no opportunity. But she would be on her guard. They should get nothing from her.
"Thank G.o.d!" she murmured to herself, "this is a free country. They may annoy me, but they can do me no bodily harm."
As she came in the two men arose, Jimmy feeling more and more uncomfortable, Mr. Cooley beaming with smiles, Mr. Ricaby anxious.
"Miss Marsh," began Mr. Ricaby, "these two gentlemen--er----"
Paula advanced and bowed distantly.
"Yes--I know--Mr. James Marsh and--Mr. Cooley."
"Will you--er--sit down--Paula?" stammered her uncle.
"Thank you--no," replied Paula, with quiet dignity. "I--I prefer to stand." Significantly she added: "It won"t take us very long to say what we have to say."
Jimmy muttered something under his breath, and Mr. Cooley got ready for action. Taking the floor, he began pompously:
"Miss Paula, your uncle wants you to---- It is his earnest desire that bygones--bygones--and that the past be forgotten."
"We"re not in court now, Mr. Cooley," answered the girl quickly. "If my uncle has anything to say to me I prefer to hear it directly from him.
He does not need an attorney."
The lawyer shrugged his ma.s.sive shoulders and sat down.
"Oh, just as you please," he said.
Jimmy came forward.
"Of course, of course," he said quickly. "I want you to--to come home--Paula. Your aunt also wishes you to come--she is eager to welcome you----"
Paula"s face did not change its expression. She had made up her mind.
Nothing could shake her from that determination. Still, it was perhaps just as well to find out just what the other side had to propose. Calmly she said:
"That much I understand, but I want to know exactly what you expect of me so that there may be no misunderstanding in the future. What is my exact position according to your idea----"
"Your position----" stammered Jimmy.
"Yes," she insisted. "My position in regard to my father"s property? In other words, what are your demands?"
Mr. Ricaby interfered.
"Mr. Marsh--I think she means----"
Paula raised her hand as if she did not need any a.s.sistance.
"Mr. Ricaby, I wish to know from Mr. Marsh himself exactly what he expects of me."
"What we expect?" stammered Jimmy.
This was a question he was unprepared for. He looked at Paula helplessly and then turned to Mr. Cooley. There was a hurried whispering, during which time Paula and her attorney stood waiting. Finally Jimmy came forward:
"You will come and live with us, of course?" he said.
"Yes," she replied, with a careless nod.
"Yes, as our own child, Paula," he went on eagerly.
"Oh, yes," she repeated.
"You will have a regular allowance from the estate," continued her uncle.
"Yes."
"You will be your own mistress. That is--er--you will come and go as you please, of course. But I think it best that we--that is, your aunt--select such companions for you as--er--we deem advisable."
"To safeguard my morals, I presume?"
"No, no; just a--a social precaution. Perhaps it won"t be necessary. I don"t insist on it. It just occurred to me, that"s all. Of course we shall be guided by your own desires, but as your uncle and guardian I reserve the right to decide what is best for your social welfare."
"What about my debts?"
"Your debts?"
He looked helplessly at Mr. Cooley. The big lawyer guffawed, and said promptly:
"They will be paid out of the estate."
"My counsel fees are very large," went on Paula. "I owe Mr. Ricaby an enormous sum."
"We"ll examine his accounts carefully and decide," echoed Jimmy.
"No," said Paula decisively, "his accounts will not be examined carefully. They will be paid without question--and without delay."
Mr. Cooley shrugged his shoulders.
"We"ll--we won"t discuss that point now."
"We won"t discuss that point now," echoed Jimmy. Turning to her attorney, he said: "Mr. Ricaby, you will turn over all the papers referring to this or any other matter that Miss Marsh may be interested in--as in future Mr. Cooley will be her counsel and legal adviser."
"Indeed!" cried Paula.