The tears sprang into her eyes as she heard this.
But, saying nothing, she ran quickly upstairs and threw herself into Biddy’s arms.
“Oh, my, Biddy, that man drives me crazy. He is always bringing to my mind that I cannot have Tom for so many years; grow fond of him, never, even if he is my own cousin.”
The decision that she would see a lawyer on her own account made her restless until one afternoon she ordered the carriage and drove down Broadway.
“I want to stop at Wanamaker’s,” said she to the coachman, “and you wait for me. I have much shopping to do.”
Without waiting to purchase one article, she went through the store into the rear street and took a car.
There was something always in the attitude of the servants that made her think that she was being spied upon, and certainly if the man thought she was buying girlish trash she would be free to do as she had planned.
She stopped in front of a tall building and disappeared inside.
“I want to see Mr. Campbell,” said she at a law office.
A young man bowed before her, and she thought by the expression of his face that she could trust him. Starting from the beginning of her mother’s life as far back as she knew, she told the story. Then, coming down to the present, she related her fears about her lover.