She informed me, with an appearance of perfect composure, that she
needed rest, and that she had "new objects in view." She might possibly
want me to assist those objects; and she might possibly return to
the Entertainment. In either case it would be enough if we exchanged
addresses, at which we could write to each other in case of need. Having
no desire to leave me too abruptly, she would remain the next day (which
was Sunday); and would take her departure on Monday morning. Such was
her explanation, in so many words.
Remonstrance, as I knew by experience, would be thrown away. Authority I
had none to exert. My one sensible course to take in this emergency
was to find out which way my own interests pointed, and to go that way
without a moment's unnecessary hesitation.
A very little reflection has since convinced me that she has a deep-laid
scheme against Michael Vanstone in view. She is young, handsome, clever,
and unscrupulous; she has made money to live on, and has time at her
disposal to find out the weak side of an old man; and she is going to
attack Mr. Michael Vanstone unawares with the legitimate weapons of her
sex. Is she likely to want me for such a purpose as this? Doubtful.
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