Then he thought of Mr. Wygant; should he begin with him? This brought to his mind something which had been driven away by the rush of events. Miss Gladys! How would she take these things? And what would she think when she learned about her father's wickedness?
A new idea came to Samuel. Why should he not take Miss Gladys into his confidence? She would be the one to help him. She had helped him with Sophie; and she had promised to help with Master Albert. And surely it was her right to know about matters which concerned her family so nearly. She would know what was best, so far as concerned her own father; he would take her advice as to how to approach him.
He went to the house and asked for Sophie.
“Tell Miss Gladys that I want to see her,” he said; “and that it's something very, very important.”
So Sophie went away, and returning, took him upstairs.
“Samuel,” said his divinity, “it isn't safe for you to come to see me in the afternoons.”
“Yes, Miss Gladys,” said he. “But this is something very serious. It's got nothing to do with myself.”
“What is it?” she asked.
“It's your father, Miss Gladys.”
“My father?”