“Isn't he wonderful; Ben, I mean—I don't think any one else would or could have done all he has done!”
Stephen heard her in stony silence; for in his heart he cursed Wade for his zeal and shrewdness.
It was not Virginia's habit to show emotion, but Stephen saw that his call was as much a pleasure to her as it was a surprise and he was glad for Benson's sake, that he had come with Elinor, if only to properly present him; they would know now that much as they doubted him, he was at least superior to all littleness, and scorned to make use of him in any small revenge he might have taken. Elinor and Mrs. Walsh did not follow them into the parlour, and Stephen understood that Virginia had something to say to him.
“I've wanted to see you, Stephen,” she began gently. “Perhaps I should have sent for you, only I did not know that Mr. Benson would want you to come here.”
“Uncle Jake shows no inclination to interfere with me,” said Stephen quietly.
“After all, Stephen, perhaps you were right; perhaps nothing should be done—about the land, I mean. At first I was very bitter toward Mr. Benson, I could only see that he should be punished; but I am more tolerant now; at least, I don't want to involve you, or make your position difficult, and I don't see how this can be avoided if suit is begun. You are his only relative.” He saw that this admission cost her something, for it was made reluctantly. “I am going to tell Mr. Wade my decision to-morrow. I think this will be best.”
“But my dear Aunt Virginia, you can't do this, I can't let you make any such sacrifice for me!”
“For whom else would I make it, Stephen?” she asked simply. “But it is not so great a sacrifice as you imagine.”
“I can't allow it, Aunt Virginia. If Uncle Jake has done what you think, it is only just that he should make reparation.”
“Don't you think it is very strange that he will say nothing, will explain nothing?”