“Not exactly that, Lavinia.”
“Well, your near relation, and that on the testimony of a boy you know nothing about. When Lonny is so devoted to you, too!”
“I never noticed any special devotion,” said Mr. Carter, amused. “You are mistaken, however, about Philip trying to injure him. I simply asked Philip whether he had received such a letter, and he said no.”
“I dare say he did receive it,” said Mrs. Pitkin spitefully.
“We won't argue the matter now,” said the old gentleman. “I will only say that you and Alonzo, and Mr. Pitkin also, have gone the wrong way to work to secure my favor. You have done what you could to injure two persons, one your own cousin, because you were jealous.”
“You judge me very hardly, uncle,” said Mrs. Pitkin, seeing that she must adopt a different course. “I have no bad feeling against Rebecca, and as to the boy, I will ask my husband to take him back into the store. I am sure he will do it, because you wish it.”
“I don't wish it,” answered Mr. Carter, rather unexpectedly.
“Oh, well,” answered Mrs. Pitkin, looking relieved, “that is as you say.”
“I have other views for Philip,” said Mr. Carter. “He is with me as my private secretary.”
“Is he living with you?” asked his niece, in alarm.