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However he would sound Clementina without betraying himself。
He was anticipated by a slight step in the passage and the pushing
open of his study door。 The tall； graceful figure of the girl
herself stood in the opening。
〃They tell me Mr。 Grant has been here。 Does he stay to dinner？〃
〃No； he has an engagement at the hotel； but he will probably drop
in later。 Come in； Clemmy； I want to talk to you。 Shut the door
and sit down。〃
She slipped in quietly； shut the door； took a seat on the sofa；
softly smoothed down her gown； and turned her graceful head and
serenely composed face towards him。 Sitting thus she looked like
some finely finished painting that decorated rather than belonged
to the room；not only distinctly alien to the flesh and blood
relative before her； but to the house； and even the local；
monotonous landscape beyond the window with the shining new
shingles and chimneys that cut the new blue sky。 These singular
perfections seemed to increase in Harcourt's mind the exasperating
sense of injury inflicted upon him by 'Lige's exposures。 With a
daughter so incomparably gifted；a matchless creation that was
enough in herself to ennoble that fortune which his own skill and
genius had lifted from the muddy tules of Tasajara where this 'Lige
had left it；that SHE should be subjected to this annoyance seemed
an infamy that Providence could not allow！ What was his mere
venial transgression to this exaggerated retribution？
〃Clemmy； girl； I'm going to ask you a question。 Listen； pet。〃 He
had begun with a reminiscent tenderness of the epoch of her
childhood； but meeting the unresponding maturity of her clear eyes
he abandoned it。 〃You know； Clementina； I have never interfered in
your affairs； nor tried to influence your friendships for anybody。
Whatever people may have to say of me they can't say that！ I've
always trusted you； as I would myself； to choose your own
associates； I have never regretted it； and I don't regret it now。
But I'd like to knowI have reasons to…day for askinghow matters
stand between you and Grant。〃
The Parian head of Minerva on the bookcase above her did not offer
the spectator a face less free from maidenly confusion than
Clementina's at that moment。 Her father had certainly expected
none； but he was not prepared for the perfect coolness of her
reply。
〃Do you mean； have I ACCEPTED him？〃
〃No；wellyes。〃
〃No； then！ Is that what he wished to see you about？ It was
understood that he was not to allude again to the subject to any
one。〃
〃He has not to ME。 It was only my own idea。 He had something very
different to tell me。 You may not know； Clementina；〃 he begun
cautiously； 〃that I have been lately the subject of some anonymous
slanders； and Grant has taken the trouble to track them down for
me。 It is a calumny that goes back as far as Sidon； and I may want
your level head and good memory to help me to refute it。〃 He then
repeated calmly and clearly； with no trace of the fury that had
raged within him a moment before； the substance of Grant's
revelation。
The young girl listened without apparent emotion。 When he had
finished she said quickly： 〃And what do you want me to recollect？〃
The hardest part of Harcourt's task was coming。 〃Well； don't you
remember that I told you the day the surveyors went awaythatI
had bought this land of 'Lige Curtis some time before？〃
〃Yes； I remember your saying so； but〃
〃But what？〃
〃I thought you only meant that to satisfy mother。〃
Daniel Harcourt felt the blood settling round his heart； but he was
constrained by an irresistible impulse to know the worst。 〃Well；
what did YOU think it really was？〃
〃I only thought that 'Lige Curtis had simply let you have it；
that's all。〃
Harcourt breathed again。 〃But what for？ Why should he？〃
〃WellON MY ACCOUNT。〃
〃On YOUR account！ What in Heaven's name had YOU to do with it？〃
〃He loved me。〃 There was not the slightest trace of vanity； self…
consciousness or coquetry in her quiet； fateful face； and for this
very reason Harcourt knew that she was speaking the truth。
〃Loved YOU！you； Clementina！my daughter！ Did he ever TELL you
so？〃
〃Not in words。 He used to walk up and down on the road when I was
at the back window or in the garden； and often hung about the bank
of the creek for hours； like some animal。 I don't think the others
saw him； and when they did they thought it was Parmlee for
Euphemia。 Even Euphemia thought so too； and that was why she was
so conceited and hard to Parmlee towards the end。 She thought it
was Parmlee that night when Grant and Rice came； but it was 'Lige
Curtis who had been watching the window lights in the rain； and who
must have gone off at last to speak to you in the store。 I always
let Phemie believe that it was Parmlee；it seemed to please her。〃
There was not the least tone of mischief or superiority； or even of
patronage in her manner。 It was as quiet and cruel as the fate
that might have led 'Lige to his destruction。 Even her father felt
a slight thrill of awe as she paused。 〃Then he never really spoke
to you？〃 he asked hurriedly。
〃Only once。 I was gathering swamp lilies all alone； a mile below
the bend of the creek； and he came upon me suddenly。 Perhaps it
was that I didn't jump or startI didn't see anything to jump or
start atthat he said； 'You're not frightened at me； Miss
Harcourt； like the other girls？ You don't think I'm drunk or half
madas they do？' I don't remember exactly what I said； but it
meant that whether he was drunk or half mad or sober I didn't see
any reason to be afraid of him。 And then he told me that if I was
fond of swamp lilies I might have all I wanted at his place； and
for the matter of that the place too； as he was going away； for he
couldn't stand the loneliness any longer。 He said that he had
nothing in common with the place and the peopleno more than I
hadand that was what he had always fancied in me。 I told him
that if he felt in that way about his place he ought to leave it；
or sell it to some one who cared for it； and go away。 That must
have been in his mind when he offered it to you；at least that's
what I thought when you told us you had bought it。 I didn't know
but what he might have told you； but you didn't care to say it
before mother。〃
Mr。 Harcourt sat gazing at her with breathless amazement。 〃And
youthink that'Lige Curtislovliked you？〃
〃Yes； I think he didand that he does now！〃
〃NOW！ What do you mean？ The man is dead！〃 said Harcourt starting。
〃That's just what I don't believe。〃
〃Impossible！ Think of what you are saying。〃
〃I never could quite understand or feel that he was dead when
everybody said so； and now that I've heard this story I KNOW that
he is living。〃
〃But why did he not make himself known in time to claim the
property？〃
〃Because he did not care for it。〃
〃What did he care for； then？〃
〃Me； I suppose。〃
〃But this calumny is not like a man who loves you。〃
〃It is like a JEALOUS one。〃
With an effort Harcourt threw off his bewildered incredulity and
grasped the situation。 He would have to contend with his enemy in
the flesh and blood； but that flesh and blood would be very weak in
the hands of the impassive girl beside him。 His face lightened。
The same idea might have been in Clementina's mind when she spoke
again； although her face had remained unchanged。 〃I do not see why
YOU should bother yourself further about it；〃 she said。 〃It is
only a matter between myself and him； you can leave it to me。〃
〃But if you are mistaken and he should not be living？〃
〃I am not mistaken。 I am even certain now that I have seen him。〃
〃Seen him！〃
〃Yes；〃 said the girl with the first trace of animation in her face。
〃It was four or five months ago when we were visiting the Briones
at Monterey。 We had ridden out to the old Mission by moonlight。
There were some Mexicans lounging around the posada； and one of
them attracted my attention by the way he seemed to watch me；
without revealing any more of his face than I could see between his
serape and the black silk handkerchief that was tied around his
head under his sombrero。 But I knew he was an Americanand his
eyes were familiar。 I believe it was he。〃
〃Why did you not speak of it before？〃
The look of animation died out of the girl's face。 〃Why should I？〃
she said listlessly。 〃I did not know of these reports then。 He
was nothing more to us。 You wouldn't have cared to see him again。〃
She rose； smoothed out her skirt and stood looking at her father。
〃There is one thing； of course； that you'll do at once。〃
Her voice had changed so oddly that he said quickly： 〃What's that？〃
〃Call Grant off the scent。 He'll only frighten or exasperate your
game； and that's what you don't want。〃
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