“The charge is false. You can't prove it, sir.”
“I shall not attempt to do so; but I am thoroughly convinced of it. After this act of treachery, I cannot permit you to spend another night in my house. You will please pack at once, and arrange for a removal.”
“I am entitled to a month's notice, Mr. Reynolds.”
“You shall have a month's wages in lieu of it. I would as soon have a serpent in my house.”
Mrs. Estabrook turned pale. She had never expected it would come to this. She thought no one would ever be able to trace the suppressed letter to her. She was not likely again to obtain so comfortable and desirable a position. Instead of attributing her ill fortune to her own malice and evil doing, she chose to attribute it to Grant.
“I am to thank you for this, Grant Thornton,” she said, in sudden passion. “I was right in hating you as soon as I first saw you. If ever I am able I will pay you up for this.”
“I don't doubt it, Mrs. Estabrook,” said Grant, quietly, “but I don't think you will have it in your power.”
She did not deign to answer, but hurried out of the room. In half an hour she had left the house.
“Now I can breathe freely,” said the broker. “That woman was so full of malice and spite that it made me uncomfortable to feel that she was in the house.”
“I am so glad that she has gone, papa,” said Herbert.