"It"s because he is so _awfully_ fond of me, and was so perfectly _crazy_ to see me."
"And then, just as I was beginning to persuade him to go away quietly, to think of you coming down!"
"Well, I couldn"t bear to have him so sad, when he saved my life, and so I just thought I"d show myself, so as to put him at ease."
"A pretty way to show yourself--to let a great, horrid man treat you so."
"Well, that"s what they _all_ do," said Minnie, plaintively. "I"m sure _I_ can"t help it."
"Oh dear! was there ever such a child! Why, Minnie darling, you must know that such things are very, very ill-bred, and very, very indelicate and unrefined. And then, think how he came forcing himself upon us when we were driving. Couldn"t he see that he wasn"t wanted?
No, he"s a savage. And then, how he kept giving us all a history of his life. Every body could hear him, and people stared so that it was really quite shocking."
"Oh, that"s because he is so very, very frank. He has none of the deceit of society, you know, Kitty darling."
"Deceit of society! I should think not. Only think how he acted yesterday--forcing his way in and rushing up stairs. Why, it"s actually quite frightful. He"s like a madman. We will have to keep all the doors locked, and send for the police. Why, do you know, Ethel says that he was here before, running about and shouting in the same way: "Min!" "Min!" "Min!"--that"s what the horrid wretch calls you --"Min! it"s me." "Come, Min!""
At this Minnie burst into a peal of merry, musical laughter, and laughed on till the tears came to her eyes. Her sister looked more disgusted than ever.
"He"s such a boy," said Minnie; "he"s just like a boy. He"s so _aw_fully funny. If I"m a child, he"s a big boy, and the awfullest, funniest boy I ever saw. And then he"s _so_ fond of me. Why, he worships me. Oh, it"s awfully nice."
"A boy! A beast, you mean--a horrid savage. What _can_ I do? I must send for a policeman. I"ll certainly have the doors all locked. And then we"ll all be prisoners."
"Well, then, it"ll all be your own fault, for _I_ don"t want to have any doors locked."
"Oh dear!" sighed her sister.
"Well, I don"t. And I think you"re very unkind."
"Why, you silly child, he"d come here some day, carry you off, and make you marry him."
"Well, I do wish he would," said Minnie, gravely. "I wish somebody would, for then it would put a stop to all this worry, and I really don"t know what else ever will. Do _you_, now, Kitty darling?"
Mrs. Willoughby turned away with a gesture of despair.
An hour or two after some letters were brought in, one of which was addressed to
MISS FAY,
_Poste Restante_,
_Roma_.
Minnie opened this, and looked over it with a troubled air. Then she spoke to her sister, and they both went off to Minnie"s room.
"Who do you think this is from?" she asked.
"Oh, I don"t know! Of course it"s some more trouble."
"It"s from Captain Kirby."
"Oh, of course! And of course he"s here in Rome?"
"No, he isn"t."
"What! Not yet?"
"No; but he wrote this from London. He has been to the house, and learned that we had gone to Italy. He says he has sent off letters to me, directed to every city in Italy, so that I may be sure to get it.
Isn"t that good of him?"
"Well?" asked Mrs. Willoughby, repressing an exclamation of vexation.
"Well, he says that in three days he will leave, and go first to Rome, as he thinks we will be most likely to be there this season. And so, you see, he"s coming on; and he will be here in three days, you know."
"Minnie," said her sister, after some moments" solemn thought.
"Well, Kitty darling?"
"Do you ever think?"
"I don"t know."
"Would you like one of these gentlemen of yours to blow one of the others" brains out, or stab him, or any thing of that sort?"
"How shocking you are, Kitty dear! What a dreadful question!"
"Well, understand me now. One of them _will_ do that. There will be trouble, and your name will be a.s.sociated with it."
"Well," said Minnie, "I know who _won"t_ be shot."
"Who?"
"Why, Rufus K. Gunn," said she, in the funny, prim way in which she always p.r.o.nounced that name. "If he finds it out, he"ll drive all the others away."
"And would you like that?"
"Well, you know, he"s awfully fond of me, and he"s so like a boy: and if I"m such a child, I could do better with a man, you know, that"s like a boy, you know, than--than--"
"Nonsense! He"s a madman, and you"re a simpleton, you little goose."
"Well, then, we must be well suited to one another," said Minnie.
"Now, child, listen," said Mrs. Willoughby, firmly. "I intend to put a stop to this. I have made up my mind positively to leave Rome, and take you home to papa. I"ll tell him all about it, put you under his care, and have no more responsibility with you. I think he"d better send you back to school. I"ve been too gentle. You need a firm hand.
I"ll be firm for a few days, till you can go to papa. You need not begin to cry. It"s for your own good. If you"re indulged any more, you"ll simply go to ruin."
Mrs. Willoughby"s tone was different from usual, and Minnie was impressed by it. She saw that her sister was resolved. So she stole up to her and twined her arms about her and kissed her.
"There, there," said her sister, kissing her again, "don"t look so sad, Minnie darling. It"s for your own good. We must go away, or else you"ll have another of those dreadful people. You must trust to me now, dearest, and not interfere with me in any way."