Mrs Esselmont kept her best argument till the last. It was not one which had been suggested to her by Mr Rainy.
“Allison, I can understand why you may shrink from the responsibility which the acceptance of your husband’s will would bring upon you. But in a way, the responsibility would remain, even were you to refuse. You do not know into whose hands this money may fall. Think of the evil influence which a bad rich man might exert through all the countryside. What is known of this stranger who is putting in his claim as next of kin?”
“Mr Rainy knows that he is the man that he declares himself to be. He has long known about him, and has always kept him in view. Doctor Fleming told me that. Yes, I have thought of what you say. But if Mr Rainy is satisfied, I think I am free to do as I desire to do—as I must do.”
“Is it your brother who is seeking to influence you in this matter, Allison?”
“No. I have thought of what might be his wish. But I have had no word from him since—I do not even know whether he has heard of—what has happened. No one has influenced me. I am sure I am right in refusing; but right or wrong, I must refuse. Oh! say no more, for I cannot bear it.”
She was doing her best to keep herself quiet, but the constant dwelling on this matter had vexed and wearied her, and Mrs Esselmont was startled by the look which came to her face, as she rose and took a step toward the door.
“Allison, my dear,” said she, “you are worn out and need to be taken care of and comforted. Leave it all for the present, and come home with me.”
The ready tears came to Allison’s eyes.
“You are very kind, but I think I am better here. Mrs Hume has asked me to come to the manse, and Mrs Beaton would like me to go to her. You are all very kind, but I think it is better for me just to bide where I am, and keep myself busy for the present.”
Mrs Esselmont sat thinking earnestly for several minutes. Then she said gravely: