"I spoke too impulsively. I realize too late my imprudence,"
said Mrs. Crawford, coolly. "Have you lost your place?" she asked,
addressing Carl.
"No. I have just returned from Chicago."
His stepmother looked surprised.
"We have had a quiet time since you left us," she said.
"If you value your father's health and peace of mind,
you will not remain here."
"Is my presence also unwelcome?" asked Ashcroft.
"You have not treated me with respect," replied
Mrs. Crawford. "If you are a gentleman,
you will understand that under the circumstances
it will be wise for you to take your, departure."
"Leaving my old friend to your care?"
"Yes, that will be best."
"Mr. Ashcroft, can I have a few minutes'
conversation with you?" asked Carl.
"Certainly."
They left the room together, followed by an
uneasy and suspicious glance from Mrs. Crawford.
Carl hurriedly communicated to his father's
friend what he had learned about his stepmother.
"Mr. Cook, Peter's father, is just outside," he said.
"Shall I call him in?"
"I think we had better do so, but arrange
that the interview shall take place without
your father's knowledge. He must not be excited.
Call him in, and then summon your stepmother."
"Mrs. Crawford," said Carl, re-entering his
father's room, "Mr. Ashcroft would like to
have a few words with you. Can you come out?"
She followed Carl uneasily.
"What is it you want with me, sir?" she asked, frigidly.
"Let me introduce an old acquaintance of yours.
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