“As you are told. Open it when you are in the house, and afterwards, if it is not expressly forbidden, you can, if you choose, communicate the contents to me.”
While he copied the label I went with Emily into an inner room, which turned out to be his bedroom; put the chain about my waist inside my bodice, and closed the padlock; and it was only when I had done so that I discovered that it had no key, so that how I was to open it, and get the chain off again, goodness only knew. Emily kept talking all the while.
“Pollie, isn’t it all just lovely? In spite of what you say, your Uncle Benjamin must have been a really remarkable man. It’s like a romance.”
“I wish my Uncle Benjamin hadn’t been such a remarkable man, then he might have left me the money and the house without the romance. Bother your romance, is what I say.”
“You’re a dear,” she affirmed, and she held up her hands—and very pretty hands they were. “But you have no soul.”
“If that’s what you call soul,” I answered, “I’m glad I haven’t.”
When we got back to Mr. Paine, I began at him again.
“Now let me clearly understand about those conditions. Do you mean to say that I’m to stop in the house all alone?”
“You may have a companion—who must be a woman.”
“I’ll be your companion! Do let me be your companion, Pollie!”
I looked at Emily, who stood in front of me with flushed cheeks and eager eyes; as pretty a picture as you could wish to see.
“Done!” We shook hands upon it. “I only hope you won’t have too much romance before you’ve been my companion long.”
