"She seems rational enough on all other subjects. She was always shrewd and sharp, you know."
"Well, that"s rather an interesting state of things. I haven"t returned to Chicago any too soon."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because it will be my duty to spoil the chances of this presuming young man."
"That is easier said than done. You forget that Aunt Eliza thinks a great deal more of him than she does of you."
"I haven"t a doubt that you are right."
"Then what can you do?"
"Convince her that he is a scapegrace. Get him into a sc.r.a.pe, in other words."
"But he is too smart to be dishonest, if that is what you mean."
"It is not necessary for him to be dishonest. It is only necessary for her to think he is dishonest."
There was some further conversation. As Warner Powell was leaving the house, after promising to call in the evening, he met on the steps Mrs. Merton, under the escort of Luke Walton.
The old lady eyed him sharply.
CHAPTER XXVI
THE PRODIGAL"S RECEPTION
"Don"t you know me, Aunt Eliza?" asked Warner Powell casting down his eyes under the sharp glance of the old lady.
"So it is you, is it?" responded Mrs. Merton, in a tone which could not be considered cordial.
"Yes, it is I. I hope you are not sorry to see me?"
"Humph! It depends on whether you have improved or not."
Luke Walton listened with natural interest and curiosity. This did not suit Mrs. Tracy, who did not care to have a stranger made acquainted with her brother"s peccadilloes.
"Warner," she said, "I think Aunt Eliza will do you the justice to listen to your explanation. I imagine, young man, Mrs. Merton will not require your services any longer to-day."
The last words were addressed to Luke.
"Yes, Luke; you can go," said the old lady, in a very different tone.
Luke bowed and left the house.
"Louisa," said Mrs. Merton, "in five minutes you may bring your brother up to my room."
"Thank you, aunt."
When they entered the apartment they found the old lady seated in a rocking-chair awaiting them.
"So you have reformed, have you?" she asked, abruptly.
"I hope so, Aunt Eliza."
"I hope so, too. It is full time. Where have you been?"
"To Australia, California, and elsewhere."
"A rolling stone gathers no moss."
"In this case it applies," said Warner. "I have earned more or less money, but I have none now."
"How old are you?"
"Thirty."
"A young man ought not to be penniless at that age. If you had remained in your place at Mr. Afton"s, and behaved yourself, you would be able to tell a different story."
"I know it, aunt."
"Don"t be too hard upon him, Aunt Eliza," put in Mrs. Tracy. "He is trying to do well now."
"I am very glad to hear it."
"Would you mind my inviting him to stay here for a time? The house is large, you know."
Mrs. Merton paused. She didn"t like the arrangement, but she was a just and merciful woman, and it was possible that Warner had reformed, though she was not fully satisfied on that point.
"For a time," she answered, "till he can find employment."
"Thank you, Aunt Eliza," said the young man, relieved, for he had been uncertain how his aunt would treat him. "I hope to show that your kindness is appreciated."
"I am rather tired now," responded Mrs. Merton, as an indication that the interview was over.
"We"d better go and let aunt rest," said Warner, with alacrity. He did not feel altogether comfortable in the society of the old lady.
When they were alone Mrs. Tracy turned to her brother with a smile of satisfaction.
"You have reason to congratulate yourself on your reception," she said.
"I don"t know about that. The old woman wasn"t very complimentary."
"Be careful how you speak of her. She might hear you, or the servants might, and report."
"Well, she is an old woman, isn"t she?"