Scott tried to cover her faults with the generosity of his love, but they were daily becoming more and more apparent. He began to think that the faults had always been there, and that for a time she had been enabled to hide them, and that now, in her weakness, she was unable to do so. The truth was she was simply showing out her nature, which she had deemed it prudent heretofore to conceal.
But she was a Wilmer now, and there was not so much necessity to exert herself to conceal them. She knew, as did others, that she dressed with exquisite taste, and that no lady passed her on the street without a flattering comment. But aside from the outside adornments and fair face none ever thought of praising her. She was two years older than Scott, but she took great care that it should not be spoken of. Scott's family were highly esteemed, and he was called a talented man, and was wealthy. That was Irene's reason for wishing to become a Wilmer. But though Irene grew more and more careless, and less fond of her own home, Scott tried to hide her faults from others, resolving to do his best to persuade her to give up some of her vain, trifling pleasures, and he would do all in his power to make her happy.
As Irene left the house Scott followed Paul to the library. Seating himself beside Paul, he said:
"Paul, I wish to give you some instruction in regard to a little business which I wish you to do for me. In the meantime I wish to ask you why you pass so little of your time in the library of late. Are you tired of your studies?"
"I have not left off my studies, Mr. Wilmer."
"You do not come to the library as much as usual; why is it?"
Paul cast his eyes to the floor. At length he said in a tremulous voice:
"I study in my room."
"That is a new freak, is it not? Do you prefer it?"
"No, sir."
"Then why have you abandoned the habit of coming to the library?"
"I would rather not tell you."
Scott looked searchingly at the boy for a moment and said:
"Paul, I think there is some reason why you have ceased to come to the library. It may be a good reason or a flimsy one; but there is a reason, and I wish to know it."
"Mr. Wilmer, there is a reason, and a very good one; will not that satisfy you?"
"No; I must know what it is."
"You have a right to know, but I would rather you did not."
"Paul," he said, "you have been in my home for some time, and since you came you have never disobeyed me in any way, or deceived me by one act; will you begin it now?"
Paul was silent, and Scott continued:
"It may be a trivial matter, but I wish to know it."
Paul paused a moment, and then as the tears dropped from his heavy lashes, he said:
"Mr. Wilmer, I do not care for myself, but I know it will grieve you.
It was Mrs. Wilmer who ordered me to stay away."
"What! my mother?"
"No, sir; your wife."
"What reason did she give?"
"She said she wished to occupy it herself a greater part of the time."
"Is she really so selfish?" Scott asked.
"I think she had a good reason, or she would not have told me so."
"There is another subject that I wish to speak of, and that is the use of your money. You never seem to indulge in any extravagant pleasure, as many a boy does, and I would like to ask you what you are doing with it?"
Paul blushed as he answered:
"I have saved all but that which was necessary for me to spend."
"That is a good plan. I have no doubt you will use it judiciously."
"I hope to place it where it will bring me more value some day."
"One thing more I wish to say to you. Then you may be left to your studies. I wish you to do an errand for me to-morrow evening which I cannot well do for myself, as I shall be busy at the time. I am to meet a friend at the depot who is to take the midnight train, and as it will be impossible for me to be there at that hour, and there is no other whom I feel like trusting, I would like you to do the errand for me. You will not be afraid to be out alone, will you?"
Paul laughed at the idea of a boy of his age being afraid in a little city like Detroit.
Scott left Paul and went to his own room. His brain was too busy for sleep, and he sat down and fell into a deep study. It seemed that there was a world of things on hand to-night. First, there was that intricate suit that he was about to undertake. He was gaining great popularity as a lawyer, and some very important suits had been given into his hands to work up, and now he was about to undertake one which involved a great deal of careful study. Then there was a young man who had held a consultation with him in regard to June. He was desperately in love with her and wished Scott to intercede for him. Then there was Colonel Brunswick, to whom his mind reverted, who was, no doubt, playing the agreeable to his wife, while others were pitying him because she had neglected him for the colonel. He sat studying upon one subject and another, until, weary in body and mind, he sought his couch.
CHAPTER XIII.
A BOLD PLOT.
"June, can you tell me where Irene has gone?" said Scott the next evening, as he entered the family sitting-room.
"No," June replied, "she told me she was obliged to go and see a friend, and would not be home until quite late."
"Was she dressed as though going to a party?"
"Oh, no; she wore a very dark suit and the plainest hat she has."
"It is strange," Scott said, as he seated himself in an easy-chair.
"Do you think she went unattended?"
"I am quite sure she did," June said, noticing the troubled look on Scott's face, and then seating herself close beside him, and leaning on the cushioned arm of his chair, she said:
"Scott, how weary and troubled you look! Please tell me what makes you."
"Do I look troubled? Well, I have a very perplexing case on hand, and I am bound to see justice done to the party who is deserving, whichever one it is."
"Oh, but you must remember you are a lawyer, and you must win whatever side you take."