“What will you give for it?” said she weakly.
“Two dollars.”
“Two dollars! Why it cost thousands. I know that you are cheating me. I shall not leave it.”
“Then take it somewhere else, and don’t bother me with it. I’ll be with you in a moment, Benson.”
The woman again looked about.
“What, Benson,” whispered she, and then she caught sight of the cousin who had been the cause of all of her trouble.
“Oh, so you are here, George Benson? Oh, I am so glad to see you. I want to see my father, for I saw in the paper that he was very sick.”
“So he is,” surlily replied Benson, “and he does not want to be bothered with you. Now, keep away from the house, for the servants have had instructions to keep you out.”
“Where is Tom Cooper?” asked the girl.
“Gone to the devil, for all I know,” said Benson, looking at the little bundle upon the floor, which by some great stroke of fate Tom Cooper had left there.