'Wouldn't your papa do something? It wasn't Sexty's fault nigh so much as it was his.I wouldn't say it to you if it wasn't for starving.I wouldn't say it to you if it wasn't for the children.I'd lie in the ditch and die if it was only for myself, because,--because I know what your feelings is.But what wouldn't you do, and what wouldn't you say, if you had five children at home as hadn't a loaf of bread among 'em?' Hereupon Emily got up and left the room, bidding her visitor wait for a few minutes.Presently the offensive butler came in, who had wronged Mrs Parker by watching his master's coats, and brought a tray with meat and wine.Mr Wharton, said the altered man, hoped that Mrs Parker would take a little refreshment, and he would be down himself very soon.Mrs Parker, knowing that strength for her journey home would be necessary to her, remembering that she would have to walk all through the city to the Bishopgate Street station, did take some refreshment, and permitted herself to drink the glass of sherry that her late enemy had benignantly poured out for her.
Emily had been with her father nearly half an hour before Mr Wharton's heavy step was heard upon the stairs.And when he reached the dining-room door he paused a moment before he ventured to turn the lock.He had not told Emily what he would do, and hardly as yet made up his own mind.As every fresh call was made upon him, his hatred for the memory of the man who had stepped in and disturbed his whole life, and turned all the mellow satisfaction of his evening into storm and gloom, was of course increased.The scoundrel's name was so odious to him that he could hardly keep himself from shuddering visibly before his daughter even when the servants called her by it.But yet he had determined that he would devote himself to save her from further suffering.It had been her fault, no doubt.But she was expiating it in very sackcloth and ashes, and he would add nothing to the burden on her back.He would pay, and pay, and pay, merely remembering that what he paid must be deducted from her share of his property.He had never intended to make what is called an elder son of Everett, and now there was less necessity than ever that he should do so, as Everett had become an elder son in another direction.He could satisfy almost any demand that might be made without material injury to himself.But these demands, one after another, scalded him by their frequency, and by the baseness of the man who had occasioned them.His daughter had now repeated to him with sobbings and wailings the whole story as it had been told to her by the woman downstairs.
'Papa,' she had said, 'I don't know how to tell you or how not.'
Then he had encouraged her, and had listened without saying a word.He had endeavoured not even to shrink as the charge of forgery was repeated to him by his own child,--the widow of the guilty man.He endeavoured not to remember at the moment that she had claimed this wretch as the chosen one of her maiden heart, in opposition to all his wishes.It hardly occurred to him to disbelieve the accusation.It was so probable! What was there to hinder the man from forgery, if he could only make it believed that his victim had signed the bill when intoxicated?
He heard it all;--kissed his daughter, and then went down to the dining-room.
