"I grieve, then, to tell you, my dear child, that instead of leaving his
family in a tolerably independent state, my poor friend has left you all
penniless."
"Penniless?"
"Yes. Worse; for this house and its furniture must go to defray the
debts he has left behind. It is terrible--terrible indeed."
"Terrible?"
"Yes, dreadful," he said, gazing in her face.
"Is that all?"
"All? All, my child? What do you mean?"
"Is that the terrible trouble you said that you had to communicate."
"Yes, my dear child," he exclaimed; "it is dreadful news."
"But it is only money matters," said Hazel innocently; and her face lit
up with a pleasant smile. "I thought it was some dreadful trouble--some
fresh misfortune." And as she sat looking him full in the eyes, her
quick imagination carried her on to the time when Archibald would ask
her to be his wife. His father was rich, and they would have a nice,
bright little home somewhere, and mamma and the little girls would live
with them. Percy would come home during his holidays, and they would be
as happy as the day was long. Certainly, she did shrink a little at the
thought of mamma and Archibald; but then she knew he would be as
self-denying as herself, and he would do anything for her sake, of
course.
She was brought back to the present by her visitor.
"You do not think this so great a trouble, then!" he said.
"Oh, no!" cried Hazel. "It only means going to a humbler house: and of
course Percy and I will set to work to make mamma happy and
comfortable."
"Of course," said the visitor dryly.
"And Percy is growing into a man, and he must take an office and do
something in the City; and I must do something too, Mr Geringer--teach
music or painting. You will help me, will you not!"
"In any way. In every way I will devote myself to your service. You
will allow me?"
"Indeed I will," she said, placing both her hands in his. "Papa always
said you were one of his best friends, and to whom could I look better
than to you."
"Trust me, Hazel, and you shall never repent it," he cried warmly--so
warmly that he saw a half-alarmed look in the young girl's face; but he
succeeded in chasing it away by his after-display of tender regret and
reverence; and left her comparatively happy and at rest.