"Come in? No, madam, no. We are simple rustics here in Old Chester; we

must not presume to intrude upon a lady of such fashion as you. I fear

that some of us have already presumed too much"--he paused for breath,

but lifted one veined old hand to check her protest--"too much, I say!

Far too much! I come, madam, to apologize, and to tell you--" Again he

stopped, panting; "to tell you that I insist that you forbid further

intrusion--at least on the part of my grandson."

"But," she said, the color hot in her face, "he does not intrude. I

don't know what you mean. I--"

"Oh, madam, you are too kind, I am sure you know what I mean; it is

your excessive kindness that permits the visits of a foolish boy--

wearying, I am sure, to a lady so accustomed to the world. I will ask

you to forbid those visits. Do you hear me?" he cried shrilly,

pounding the gravel with his cane. "Gad-a-mercy! Do you hear me? You

will forbid his visits!"

"You are not very polite, Mr. Old Gentleman," said David thoughtfully.

"David!" Helena protested.

Benjamin Wright, looking down at the little figure planted in front of

her, seemed to see him for the first time.

"Who is this! Your child?"

"A little boy who is visiting me," she said. "David, run away."

Benjamin Wright made a sneering gesture. "No, no; don't dismiss him on

my account. But that a child should visit you is rather remarkable. I

should think his parents--"

"Hush!" she broke in violently, "Go, David, go!"

As the child went sulkily back to the garden, she turned upon her

visitor. "How dare you! Dr. Lavendar brought him to me; I will not

hear another word! And--and I don't know what you mean, anyhow. You

are a cruel old man; what have I ever done to you? I have never asked

your grandson to come here. I don't want him. I have told him so. And

I never asked you!"

Benjamin Wright cackled. "No; I have not been so far honored. I admit

that. You have kept us all at arm's length,--except my boy." Then,

bending his fierce brows on her, he added, "But what does Lavendar

mean by sending a child--to you? What's he thinking of? Except, of

course, he never had any sense. Old Chester is indeed a foolish place.

Well, madam, you will, I know, protect yourself, by forbidding

my grandson to further inflict his company upon you? And I will remove

my own company, which is doubtless tiresome to you."




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