Be so good as to tell me plainly, on your side, which I am--a man who has disgraced himself by stealing a letter? or a man who has distinguished himself by doing you a service?"
An unpleasant alternative, neatly defined! To disavow Mr. Le Frank or to use Mr. Le Frank--there was the case for Mrs. Gallilee's consideration. She was incapable of pronouncing judgment; the mere effort of decision, after what she had suffered, fatigued and irritated her. "I can't deny," she said, with weary resignation, "that you have done me a service."
He rose, and made a generous return for the confidence that had been placed in him--he repeated his magnificent bow, and sat down again.
"Our position towards each other seems too plain to be mistaken," he proceeded. "Your niece's letter--perfectly useless for the purpose with which I opened it--offers me a means of being even with Miss Carmina, and a chance of being useful to You. Shall I begin by keeping an eye on the young lady?"
"Is that said, Mr. Le Frank, out of devotion to me?"
"My devotion to you might wear out," he answered audaciously. "You may trust my feeling towards your niece to last--I never forget an injury. Is it indiscreet to inquire how you mean to keep Miss Carmina from joining her lover in Quebec? Does a guardian's authority extend to locking her up in her room?"
Mrs. Gallilee felt the underlying familiarity in these questions--elaborately concealed as it was under an assumption of respect.
"My niece is no longer in my house," she answered coldly.
"Gone!" cried Mr. Le Frank.
She corrected the expression. "Removed," she said, and dropped the subject there.
Mr. Le Frank took the subject up again. "Removed, I presume, under the care of her nurse?" he rejoined.
The nurse? What did he know about the nurse? "May I ask--?" Mrs. Gallilee began.
He smiled indulgently, and stopped her there. "You are not quite yourself to-night," he said. "Permit me to remind you that your niece's letter to Mr. Ovid Vere is explicit, and that I took the liberty of reading it before I left it at your house."
Mrs. Gallilee listened in silence, conscious that she had committed another error. She had carefully excluded from her confidence a man who was already in possession of her secrets! Mr. Le Frank's courteous sympathy forbade him to take advantage of the position of superiority which he now held.
"I will do myself the honour of calling again," he said, "when you are better able to place the right estimate on my humble offers of service. I wouldn't fatigue you, Mrs. Gallilee, for the world! At the same time, permit me to put one last question which ought not to be delayed. When Miss Carmina left you, did she take away her writing-desk and her keys?"
"No."
"Allow me to suggest that she may send for them at any moment."
Before it was possible to ask for an explanation, Joseph presented himself again. Mr. Null was waiting downstairs. Mrs. Gallilee arranged that he should be admitted when she rang her bell. Mr. Le Frank approached the sofa, when they were alone, and returned to his suggestion in a whisper.
"Surely, you see the importance of using your niece's keys?" he resumed. "We don't know what correspondence may have been going on, in which the nurse and the governess have been concerned. After we have already intercepted a letter, hesitation is absurd! You are not equal to the effort yourself. I know the room. Don't be afraid of discovery; I have a naturally soft footfall--and my excuse is ready, if somebody else has a soft footfall too. Leave it to me."
He lit a candle as he spoke. But for that allusion to the nurse, Mrs. Gallilee might have ordered him to blow it out again. Eager for any discovery which might, by the barest possibility, place Teresa at her mercy, she silently submitted to Mr. Le Frank. "I'll call to-morrow," he said--and slipped out of the room.
When Mr. Null was announced, Mrs. Gallilee pushed up the shade over the globe of the lamp. Her medical attendant's face might be worth observing, under a clear light.
His timid look, his confused manner, when he made the conventional apologies, told her at once that Teresa had spoken, and that he knew what had happened. Even he had never before been so soothing and so attentive. But he forgot, or he was afraid, to consult appearances by asking what was the matter, before he felt the pulse, and took the temperature, and wrote his prescription. Not a word was uttered by Mrs. Gallilee, until the medical formalities came to an end. "Is there anything more that I can do?" he asked.
"You can tell me," she said, "when I shall be well again."
Mr. Null was polite; Mr. Null was sympathetic. Mrs. Gallilee might be herself again in a day or two--or Mrs. Gallilee might be unhappily confined to her room for some little time. He had hope in his prescription, and hope in perfect quiet and repose--he would suggest the propriety of going to bed at once, and would not fail to call early the next morning.
"Sit down again," said Mrs. Gallilee.
Mr. Null turned pale. He foresaw what was coming.
"You have been in attendance on Miss Carmina. I wish to know what her illness is."
Mr. Null began to prevaricate at the outset. "The case causes us serious anxiety. The complications are formidable. Doctor Benjulia himself--"
"In plain words, Mr. Null, can she be moved?"
This produced a definite answer. "Quite impossible."
She only ventured to put her next question after waiting a little to control herself.
"Is that foreign woman, the nurse--the only nurse--in attendance?"
"Don't speak of her, Mrs. Gallilee! A dreadful woman; coarse, furious, a perfect savage. When I suggested a second nurse--"
"I understand. You asked just now if you could do anything for me. You can do me a great service--you can recommend me a trustworthy lawyer."
Mr. Null was surprised. As the old medical attendant of the family, he was not unacquainted with the legal adviser. He mentioned Mr. Mool's name.
"Mr. Mool has forfeited my confidence," Mrs. Gallilee announced. "Can you, or can you not, recommend a lawyer?"
"Oh, certainly! My own lawyer."
"You will find writing materials on the table behind me. I won't keep you more than five minutes. I want you to write from my dictation."
"My dear lady, in your present condition--"
"Do as I tell you! My head is quiet while I lie down. Even a woman in my condition can say what she means to do. I shall not close my eyes tonight, unless I can feel that I have put that wretch in her right place. Who are your lawyers?"
Mr. Null mentioned the names, and took up his pen.
"Introduce me in the customary form," Mrs. Gallilee proceeded; "and then refer the lawyers to my brother's Will. Is it done?"
In due time it was done.
"Tell them next, how my niece has been taken away from me, and where she has been taken to."
To the best of his ability, Mr. Null complied.
"Now," said Mrs. Gallilee, "write what I mean to do!"
The prospect of being revenged on Teresa revived her. For the moment, at least, she almost looked like herself again.