The girl looked at him for an instant. Then her expression changed, and, with a smile, she extended her hand.
"Why, Mr. Pearson!" she exclaimed. "I'm very glad to see you. You must excuse me for not recognizing you at once. Steve, you remember Mr. Pearson."Stephen also extended a hand.
"Sure!" he said. "Glad to see you again, Pearson. Haven't met you for an age. How are you?"Pearson shook both the hands. He was embarrassed and hesitated in his reply.
"It HAS been some time since we met," he said. "This is an unexpected pleasure. Ah, Mr. Dunn, good evening.""It is Mr. Pearson, the financial writer of the Planet, Malcolm,"said Caroline. "You used to know him, I think.""Don't remember, I'm sure. Yes, I do. Met you at the University Club, didn't I?""Yes. I was formerly a member."
"And let me present you to Mrs. Corcoran Dunn," went on the girl.
"Mr. Pearson used to know father well."
Mrs. Dunn inspected the visitor through her lorgnette, and condescended to admit that she was "delighted.""I'm very glad you called," continued Caroline. "We were just in time, weren't we? Do sit down. And if you will wait a minute until we remove our wraps--Steve ring for Edwards, please.""I'm afraid I can't wait, Miss Warren. I dropped in to see your uncle, at his invitation, and, as a matter of fact, I didn't know--""To see our UNCLE!" interrupted Stephen, in amazement. "Who?""Your uncle, Captain Warren here," explained Pearson, surprised in his turn. "He and I made each other's acquaintance yesterday, and he asked me to call.""You--you called to see HIM?" repeated Stephen. "Why, what in the world--?""I took the liberty of askin' him, Caroline," observed Captain Elisha quietly, and ignoring the last speaker. "I didn't know you knew him, and I used to sail along with HIS uncle, so he seemed almost like own folks.""Oh!" Caroline's manner changed. "I presume it was a business call," she said slowly. "I beg pardon for interrupting. We had not seen you since father's death, Mr. Pearson, and I assumed that you had called upon my brother and me. Excuse me. Mrs. Dunn, we will go into the drawing-room."She led the way toward the apartment. Captain Elisha was about to speak. Pearson, however, explained for him.
"Miss Warren," he said, "if by a business call you mean one in the interest of the Planet, I assure you that you are mistaken. I am no longer connected with any paper. I met Captain Warren, under rather unusual circumstances. We discovered that we had mutual friends and mutual interests. He asked me to call on him, and Idid so. I did not know, until five minutes ago, that he was your uncle or that you and your brother lived here. I beg you won't leave the room on my account. I was about to go when you came.
Good evening."
He bowed and stepped toward the hall. Captain Elisha laid a hand on his arm and detained him.
"Just a minute," he said. "Caroline, I want you and Steve to know that what Mr. Pearson says is exactly true. I ain't the kind to talk to the newspapers about the private affairs of my relations, and, if I'm any judge of character, Mr. Pearson, knowin' you as it seems he does, wouldn't be the kind to listen. That's all. Now, Jim, if you must go."He and his guest were at the door. Caroline and Mrs. Dunn were at the opposite side of the room. Suddenly the girl halted, turned, and, moving across to where her uncle and the young man were standing, once more extended her hand.
"Mr. Pearson," she said, impulsively, "again I ask your pardon. Ishould have known. I am very sorry I spoke as I did. Will you forgive me?"Pearson colored. His embarrassment was more evident than before.
"There is no occasion for apology, Miss Warren," he said. "I don't wonder you thought I had come in my former capacity as reporter.""Yes, you do. You MUST have wondered. I am very glad you called to see my--my guardian, and I hope you will continue to do so.
Father used to speak so highly of you, and I'm sure he valued your friendship. Stephen and I wish to consider his friends ours.
Please believe that you are welcome here at any time."Pearson's reply was brief.
"Thank you, Miss Warren," he said. "You are very kind. Good evening."In the hall, as they waited for the elevator, Captain Elisha, happier than at any time since his arrival in New York, clapped his friend on the shoulder.
"Jim," he said, "I was beginnin' to doubt my judgment of things and folks. Now I feel better. That niece of mine has got the right stuff in her. After THAT invitation, you will come and see us once in a while. That makes it easier, hey?"Pearson shook his head. "I'm not sure, Captain," he observed, slowly, "that it doesn't make it harder. I shall look for you at the boarding house very soon. Don't disappoint me. Good night."The captain's last remark that evening was made to Edwards, whom he met just outside the door of his bedroom.
"Commodore," he said, "a barn full of rats is a nuisance, ain't it?""Sir?" stammered the astonished butler.
"I say a barn full of rats is a nuisance."
"Why--why, yes, sir. I should think it might be, sir.""Yup. Well, I know a worse one. It's a house full of mysteries.
By, by, Son. Pleasant dreams."
He sat up until late, meditating profoundly. Then, taking from its envelope the letter yet unsealed, which he had written to Miss Abigail Baker, he added this postscript:
"Eleven o'clock. I have decided, Abbie, to accept the guardianship and the rest of it, for a spell, anyhow. Shall notify the lawyers in the morning. Necessity is one thing, and pleasure is another.
I doubt if I find the job pleasant, but I guess it is necessary.
Anyhow, it looks that way to me."