I address you as my dear, dear uncle, of whom I have heard so much, and whose name was in my prayers ere I knew why I knelt to pray.'
Then followed a piteous appeal--it was actually a cry for protection. Her father, she said, had determined to devote her to the stage, and already had taken steps to sell her--she said she used the word advisedly--for so many years to the impresario of the 'Fenice' at Venice, her voice and musical skill being such as to give hope of her becoming a prima donna. She had, she said, frequently sung at private parties at Rome, but only knew within the last few days that she had been, not a guest, but a paid performer. Overwhelmed with the shame and indignity of this false position, she implored her mother's brother to compassionate her. 'If I could not become a governess, I could be your servant, dearest uncle,' she wrote. 'I only ask a roof to shelter me, and a refuge. May I go to you? I would beg my way on foot if I only knew that at the last your heart and your door would be open to me, and as I fell at your feet, knew that I was saved.'
Until a few days ago, she said, she had by her some little trinkets her mother had left her, and on which she counted as a means of escape, but her father had discovered them and taken them from her.
'If you answer this--and oh! let me not doubt you will--write to me to the care of the Signori Cayani and Battistella, bankers, Rome. Do not delay, but remember that I am friendless, and but for this chance hopeless.--Your niece,
'NINA KOSTALERGI.'
While Kearney gave this letter to his daughter to read, he walked up and down the room with his head bent and his hands deep in his pockets.
'I think I know the answer you'll send to this, papa,' said the girl, looking up at him with a glow of pride and affection in her face. 'I do not need that you should say it.'
'It will take fifty--no, not fifty, but five-and-thirty pounds to bring her over here, and how is she to come all alone?'
Kate made no reply; she knew the danger sometimes of interrupting his own solution of a difficulty.
'She's a big girl, I suppose, by this--fourteen or fifteen?'
'Over nineteen, papa.'
'So she is, I was forgetting. That scoundrel, her father, might come after her; he'd have the right if he wished to enforce it, and what a scandal he'd bring upon us all!'
'But would he care to do it? Is he not more likely to be glad to be disembarrassed of her charge?'
'Not if he was going to sell her--not if he could convert her into money.'
'He has never been in England; he may not know how far the law would give him any power over her.'
'Don't trust that, Kate; a blackguard always can find out how much is in his favour everywhere. If he doesn't know it now, he'd know it the day after he landed.' He paused an instant, and then said: 'There will be the devil to pay with old Peter Gill, for he'll want all the cash I can scrape together for Loughrea fair. He counts on having eighty sheep down there at the long crofts, and a cow or two besides. That's money's worth, girl!'
Another silence followed, after which he said, 'And I think worse of the Greek scoundrel than all the cost.'
'Somehow, I have no fear that he'll come here?'
'You'll have to talk over Peter, Kitty'--he always said Kitty when he meant to coax her. 'He'll mind you, and at all events, you don't care about his grumbling. Tell him it's a sudden call on me for railroad shares, or'--and here he winked knowingly--'say, it's going to Rome the money is, and for the Pope!'
'That's an excellent thought, papa,' said she, laughing; 'I'll certainly tell him the money is going to Rome, and you'll write soon--you see with what anxiety she expects your answer.'
'I'll write to-night when the house is quiet, and there's no racket nor disturbance about me.' Now though Kearney said this with a perfect conviction of its truth and reasonableness, it would have been very difficult for any one to say in what that racket he spoke of consisted, or wherein the quietude of even midnight was greater than that which prevailed there at noonday. Never, perhaps, were lives more completely still or monotonous than theirs. People who derive no interests from the outer world, who know nothing of what goes on in life, gradually subside into a condition in which reflection takes the place of conversation, and lose all zest and all necessity for that small talk which serves, like
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