son's hand tightened over his own.
"Yes, Judge."
"I want you to go now."
"Yes, Judge."
"You know the combination of my safe at the office. It's never been
changed since--since you were there. Open it. You will find two tin
boxes, containing papers labelled Augustus P. Flint. I want you to take
them to Fairview and put them into the hands of Mr. Flint himself. I--I
cannot trust any one else. I promised to take them myself, but--Flint
will understand."
"I'll go right away," said Austen, rising, and trying to speak
cheerfully. "Mr. Flint was here early this morning--inquiring for you."
Hilary Vane's lips trembled, and another expression came into his eyes.
"Rode down to look at the scrap-heap,--did he?"
Austen strove to conceal his surprise at his father's words and change of
manner.
"Tredway saw him," he said. "I'm pretty sure Mr. Flint doesn't feel that
way, Judge. He has taken your illness very much to heart, I know, and he
left some fruit and flowers for you."
"I guess his daughter sent those," said Hilary.
"His daughter?" Austen repeated.
"If I didn't think so," Mr. Vane continued, "I'd send 'em back. I never
knew what she was until she picked me up and drove me down here. I've
always done Victoria an injustice."
Austen walked to the door, and turned slowly.
"I'll go at once, Judge," he said.
In the kitchen he was confronted by Euphrasia.
"When is that woman going away?" she demanded. "I've took care of Hilary
Vane nigh on to forty years, and I guess I know as much about nursing,
and more about Hilary, than that young thing with her cap and apron. I
told Dr. Tredway so. She even came down here to let me know what to cook
for him, and I sent her about her business."
Austen smiled. It was the first sign, since his return the night before,
Euphrasia had given that an affection for Hilary Vane lurked beneath the
nature.
"She won't stay long, Phrasie," he answered, and added mischievously,
"for a very good reason."
"And what's that?" asked Euphrasia.
"Because you won't allow her to. I have a notion that she'll pack up and
leave in about three days, and that all the doctors in Ripton couldn't
keep her here."
"Get along with you," said Euphrasia, who could not for the life of her
help looking a little pleased.
"I'm going off for a few hours," he said more seriously. "Dr. Tredway
tells me they do not look for any developments--for the worse."
"Where are you going?" asked
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