human
You could not have struck harder than that if you had been warring against a strong man,
gpt
It is the way I feel, nevertheless, Rachel Carter,
human
You can think of me only as Rachel Carter, she said.
gpt
My name is Rachel Gwyn. Still it doesn't matter. I am past the point where I can be hurt. You may tell the story if it suits your purpose. I shall deny nothing. It may even give you some satisfaction to see me wrap my soiled robes about me and steal away, leaving the field to you. I can sell my lands to-morrow and disappear. It will matter little whether I am forgotten or not. The world is large and I am not without fortitude. I wanted you to come here to-day, to see me alone, to hear what I have to say,--not about myself,--but about another. I am a woman of quick decisions. When I learned early this morning that you would be in Lafayette to-day, I made up my mind to take a certain step,--and I have not changed it.
human
If you are referring to your daughter--to my half-sister, if you will--I have only to remind you that my mind is already made up. You need have no fear that I shall do or say anything to hurt that innocent girl. I am assuming, of course, that she knows nothing of--well, of what happened back there in Kentucky.
gpt
She knows nothing, said the woman, in a voice strangely low and tense.
human
If she ever knew, she has forgotten.
gpt
Forgotten? he cried.
human
Good God, how could she have forgotten a thing so--
gpt
You remember Rachel Carter well enough. Have you no recollection of the little girl you used to play with? Minda? The babe who could scarcely toddle when you--
human
Of course I remember her, he cried impatiently.
gpt
I remember everything. You took her away with you and--why did you not leave her behind as my father left me? Why could you not have been as fair to your child as he was to his?
human
I do not suppose it has ever occurred to you that I might have loved my child too deeply to abandon her,
gpt
My father loved me, he cried out,
human
He loved you,--yes,--but he would not take you. He left you with some one who also loved you. Don't ever forget that, Kenneth Gwynne. I would not go without Minda. No more would your mother have gone without you. Stop! I did not mean to offend. So you DO remember little Minda?
gpt
Yes, I remember her. But she is dead. Why do you mention her--
human
Minda is not dead,
gpt
Not--why, she was drowned in the--
human
No. Minda is alive. You saw her last night,--at Phineas Striker's house.
gpt
The girl I saw last night was--Minda? he cried.
human
Why, Striker told me she was--
gpt
I know,--I know, she interrupted impatiently.
human
Striker told you what he believed to be true. He told you she was Robert Gwyn's daughter and your half-sister. But I tell you now that she is Minda Carter. There is not a drop of Gwyn blood in her body.
gpt
Then, she is not my half-sister?
human
She is no blood relation of yours.
gpt
But she is,--yes, now I understand,--she is my step-sister,
human
I suppose that is what you might call her, said Rachel Gwyn, indifferently.
gpt
I have not given it much thought.
human
Does she know that she is not my father's daughter?
gpt
No. She believes herself to be his own flesh and blood,--his own daughter,
human
Why are you telling me all this? he demanded abruptly.
gpt
What is your object? If she does not know the truth, why should I? Good God, woman, you--you do not expect ME to tell her, do you? Was that your purpose in getting me here? You want me to tell her that--
human
No! she cried out sharply.
gpt
I do not want you or any one else to do that. Listen to me. I sha'n't beat about the bush,--I will not waste words. So far as Viola and the world are concerned, she is Robert Gwyn's daughter. That is clear to you, is it not? She was less than two years old when we came away,--too young to remember anything. We were in the wilderness for two or three years, and she saw but one or two small children, so that it was a very simple matter to deceive her about her age. She is nearly twenty-two now, although she believes she is but nineteen. She does not remember any other father than Robert Gwyn. She has no recollection of her own father, nor does she remember you. She--
human
Last night she described her father to me, he interrupted.
gpt
Her supposed father, I mean. She made it quite plain that he did not love her as a father should love his own child.
human
It was not that, she said.
gpt
He was afraid of her,--mortally afraid of her. He lived in dread of the day when she would learn the truth and turn upon him. He always meant to tell her himself, and yet he could not find the courage. Toward the end he could not bear to have her near him. It would not be honest in me to say that he loved her. I do not believe he would have loved a child if one had come to him and me,--no child of mine could take the place you had in his heart. She spoke with calm bitterness.
human
You say she told you about him last night. I am not surprised that she should have spoken of him as she did. It was not possible for her to love him as a father. Nature took good care of that. There was a barrier between them. She was not his child. The tie of blood was lacking. Nature cannot be deceived. She has never told me what her true feelings toward him were, but I have sensed them. I could understand. I think she is and always has been bewildered. It is possible that away back in her brain there is something too tiny to ever become a thought, and yet it binds her to a man she does not even remember. But we are wasting time. You are wondering why I have told you the truth about Viola. The secret was safe, so why should I reveal it to you,--my enemy,--isn't that what you are thinking?
gpt
Yes. I don't quite grasp your motive in telling me, especially as I am still to look upon Viola as my half-sister. I have already stated that under no circumstances will I hurt her by raking up that old, infamous story. I find myself in a most difficult position. She believes herself to be my sister while I know that she is not. It must strike even you, Rachel Carter, as the ghastliest joke that fate ever played on a man,--or a woman, either.
human
I have told you the truth, because I am as certain as I am that I stand here now that you would have found it all out some day,--some day soon, perhaps. In the first place your father did not mention her in his will. That alone is enough to cause you to wonder. You are not the only one who is puzzled by his failure to provide for her as well as for you. Before long you would have begun to doubt, then to speculate, and finally you would have made it your business to find out why she was ignored. In time you could have unearthed the truth. The truth will always out, as the saying goes. I preferred to tell it to you at once. You understand I cannot exact any promises from you. You will do as you see fit in the matter. There is one thing that you must realize, however. Viola has not robbed you of anything--not even a father's love. She does not profit by his death. He did not leave her a farthing, not even a spadeful of land. I am entitled to my share by law. The law would have given it to me if he had left no will. I am safe. That is clear to you, of course. I earned my share,--I worked as hard as he did to build up a fortune. When I die my lands and my money will go to my daughter. You need not hope to have any part of them. I do not ask you to keep silent on my account. I only ask you to spare her. If I have sinned,--and in the sight of man, I suppose I have,--I alone should be punished. But she has not sinned. I have thought it all out carefully. I have lain awake till all hours of the night, debating what was the best thing to do. To tell you or not to tell you, that was the question I had to settle. This morning I decided and this is the result. You know everything. There is no need for you to speculate. There is nothing for you to unravel. You know who Viola is, you know why she was left out of your father's will. The point is this, when all is said,--she must never know. She must always,--do you hear me?--she must always look upon you as her brother. She must never know the truth about me. I put her happiness, her pride, her faith, in your hands, Kenneth Gwynne.