"I"m entertainin" comp"ny in the parler, that"s what I"m doin"! It"s somebody come to see _me_. An" I"m goin" to wait right here till I find out what they come _for_!"
On the heels of that, Nancy slammed the parlor door, and sat down.
"Now say what you got to say, an" don"t waste no time askin" if I"m stuck on livin" here with somethin" like that!"
"You wish, then, to leave your aunt?"
"She ain"t no aunt of mine, I tell you. She ain"t nothin" but my mother"s stepfather"s daughter by his first wife. Sure I want to leave her. She took me because she needed a servant she didn"t have to pay reg"lar wages to. I don"t owe her nothin". Nor him, neither.
He"s worse "n her."
"They are not kind to you?"
"No, they ain"t what you"d call kind to me. But you ain"t come here to talk about them, I take it. What was you wantin" to see me about, Mister?"
"Suppose," said he, leaning forward, "that you should be offered, in exchange for _this_," his gesture d.a.m.ned the whole room, "a beautiful home, travel, culture, ease, all that makes life beautiful; would that offer appeal to you?" He looked at her earnestly.
"No housework, no cooking! Clothes made for me especial? Not hand-me-downs an" left-overs? No kids to mind, neither day nor night?"
"Housework? Old clothes? Minding children? Certainly not! I am not hiring a servant! What are you thinking of?"
"I"m thinkin" of _me_, that"s what I"m thinkin" of! I"m wearin" her old clothes on Sundays now. I hate "em. They look like her an" they smell like her and they feel like her--mean an" ugly an" tight. If I could ever get enough money o" my own together, an" enough clothes--" she stopped, and looked at him with the sudden ferocity that at times flashed out in her--"earned honest, though, and come by respectable," said she, grimly, "then I"d get out o" here an" try something else. I"m strong, an" if I had half a chanst I could earn my livin" easy enough."
His jaw hardened. He couldn"t blind himself to the fact that he was disappointed in Milly"s niece; so disappointed that he felt physically sick. Had he been less fanatical, less obstinate, less fixed upon his monomaniacal purpose, he would have settled a sufficient sum upon her, and gone his way. His disappointment, so far from turning him aside, hardened his determination to carry the thing through. He had so acutely felt the lack of money himself, that now, perhaps, he overestimated its power. Whatever money could accomplish for this girl, money should do. The zeal of the reformer gathered in him.
"I wish," he explained, "to adopt you--in a sense. I have no children, and it is my desire that you should bear the Champneys name--for your Aunt Milly"s sake. I propose, then, to take you away from these surroundings, and to educate you as a lady bearing the name of Champneys should be educated. You will have to study, and to work hard. You will have to obey orders instantly and implicitly. Do you follow me?"
"As far as you go," said she, cautiously. "Go on: I"m waitin" to hear more."
"Aside from yourself, I have but one close relative, my brother"s son. You two, then, are to be my children."
"How old is he?"
"About twenty."
"But if you got a real heir, where do I come in?" she wondered.
"Share and share alike. He"s my nephew: you"re Milly"s niece."
She reflected, a puzzled frown coming to her forehead.
"You"re aimin" to give us both a whole lot, ain"t you? But I"ve found out n.o.body don"t get somethin" for nothin" in this world.
Where"s the n.i.g.g.e.r in the woodpile? What do I do for what I get?"
"You make yourself worthy of the name you are to bear. You place yourself unreservedly in the hands of those appointed to instruct--and--ah--form you. Make no mistake on this head: it will be far from easy for you."
"Nothin" "s ever been easy for me, first nor yet last," said Nancy Simms. "So _that_ "s nothin" new to me. I want you should speak out plain. What you really mean I"m to do?"
For a moment the iron-willed old man hesitated; he remembered young Peter, eager, hopeful, crystal-clear young Peter, back there in South Carolina. He looked challengingly and fiercely at the girl, as if his bold will meant to seize upon her as upon a piece of clay and mold it to his desire. Then, "I mean you"re to marry," he said crisply.
"Me? Who to? You?" asked Nancy, blankly.
"_Me_!" gasped Mr. Champneys. "Are you demented?"
"Well, then, who?" she asked, not unnaturally. "And why?"
"The other heir. My nephew. Peter Champneys. Because such is my will and intention," said he, peremptorily and haughtily, bending his eagle-look upon her.
"What sort of a feller is he? He ain"t got nothin" the matter with him, has he?"
A wild desire to slap Milly"s niece came upon Chadwick Champneys at that.
"He is my nephew!" he said haughtily. "Why on earth should he have anything the matter with him?"
It occurred to him then that it mightn"t be such an easy matter to get a high-spirited young fellow, with ideals, to take on trust this young female person with the red hair. He felt grateful that he had exacted a promise from Peter. The Champneyses always kept their promises.
"I"m wonderin"!" said Nancy, staring at him. "Why are you so bent on him an" me marryin"? You say it"s just because you want it, but that ain"t no explanation, nor yet no reason. After all, it"s me. I got the right to ask why, then, ain"t I? You can"t expect to walk in unbeknownst an" tell a girl you want she should marry a feller she"s never laid eyes on, without bein" asked a few questions, can you?"
He knew he must try to make it clear to her, as he had tried to make it clear to Peter. Peter, being Peter, had presently understood.
Whether this girl would understand remained to be seen.
"I wish you to marry, because, as I have already told you, you are my wife"s niece, and Peter is my brother"s son. I have of late years become possessed of--well, let"s say a great deal of money, and I propose that this money shall go to my own people--but on my own conditions. These conditions being that it shall all be kept in the Champneys name. It is an old name, a good name, it was once a wealthy and an honored name. It must be made so again. I say, it must be made so again! There are but you two to make it so. The boy is the last, on my side; and you"re Milly"s. Milly must have her share in the upbuilding--as if you were her child. Now, do you see?"
"Good Lord! ain"t you got funny notions, though! Who ever heard the beat? One name"s about as good as another, seems to me. But seein"
you"ve got the money to pay for your notions, them that"s willin" to take your money ought to be willin" to humor "em." Nancy, in her way, had what might be called a sense of ethics.
"You agree?"
"Well, I just got to make a change, Mr. Champneys. I can"t stand this place no more. If I was to say "No" to you, an" stay here, an"
have time to think it over, down in that sizzlin" kitchen, with her squallin" at me all day, I"d end up in a padded cell. If I was to leave just so, I"d maybe get me a job in a shop at less than I could live on honest. You see?"
He nodded, and she went on somberly:
"So I"m most at the end of my tether. It"s real curious you should come just now, with me feelin" that desperate I been minded to walk out anyhow an" risk things. You sure that feller ain"t got nothin"
ails him? Not crazy, nor a dope, nor nothin"?"
"My nephew is perfectly normal in every respect," said Mr.
Champneys, frigidly.
"What"s he look like in the face?" she demanded. "Is he as ugly as me?"
"He is a gentleman," said Peter"s uncle, even more frigidly. "As to his appearance, I believe he resembles me. At least, he looks like what I used to look like."
"Well--I"ve seen worse," said she, and fetched a sigh.
A sudden thought struck him. "Perhaps," he suggested, making allowance for the sentimentality of extreme youth, "perhaps you have some notion about--er--ah--marrying for love, or something like that? There may be some young fellow you think you fancy? Young people in your--ah--that is, in the circ.u.mstances to which you unfortunately have been subjected, often rush into ill-considered entanglements."
"In _love_? Who, me? Who with, for Gawdsake? One feller means just as much to me as another feller: they"re all alike," said she, contemptuously. "I just asked about him for--for references. You know what you"re gettin", an" I got a right to know what I"m gettin"."