Now Miss Minchin understood, and never had she received such a blow in her life. Her show pupil, her show patron, swept away from the Select Seminary at one blow. She felt as if she had been outraged and robbed, and that Captain Crewe and Sara and Mr. Barrow were equally to blame.
Do you mean to tell me, she cried out, that he left nothing! That Sara will have no fortune! That the child is a beggar! That she is left on my hands a little pauper instead of an heiress?
Mr. Barrow was a shrewd business man, and felt it as well to make his own freedom from responsibility quite clear without any delay.
She is certainly left a beggar, he replied. And she is certainly left on your hands, maam, as she hasnt a relation in the world that we know of.
Miss Minchin started forward. She looked as if she was going to open the door and rush out of the room to stop the festivities going on joyfully and rather noisily that moment over the refreshments.
It is monstrous! she said. Shes in my sitting-room at this moment, dressed in silk gauze and lace petticoats, giving a party at my expense.
Shes giving it at your expense, madam, if shes giving it, said Mr. Barrow, calmly. Barrow & Skipworth are not responsible for anything. There never was a cleaner sweep made of a mans fortune. Captain Crewe died without paying our last bill and it was a big one.
Miss Minchin turned back from the door in increased indignation. This was worse than any one could have dreamed of its being.
That is what has happened to me! she cried. I was always so sure of his payments that I went to all sorts of ridiculous expenses for the child. I paid the bills for that ridiculous doll and her ridiculous fantastic wardrobe. The child was to have anything she wanted. She has a carriage and a pony and a maid, and Ive paid for all of them since the last cheque came.
Mr. Barrow evidently did not intend to remain to listen to the story of Miss Minchins grievances after he had made the position of his firm clear and related the mere dry facts. He did not feel any particular sympathy for irate keepers of boarding-schools.
You had better not pay for anything more, maam, he remarked, unless you want to make presents to the young lady. No one will remember you. She hasnt a brass farthing to call her own.
But what am I to do? demanded Miss Minchin, as if she felt it entirely his duty to make the matter right. What am I to do?
There isnt anything to do, said Mr. Barrow, folding up his eye-glasses and slipping them into his pocket. Captain Crewe is dead. The child is left a pauper. Nobody is responsible for her but you.
I am not responsible for her, and I refuse to be made responsible!
Miss Minchin became quite white with rage.
Mr. Barrow turned to go.
I have nothing to do with that, madam, he said uninterestedly. Barrow & Skipworth are not responsible. Very sorry the thing has happened, of course.
If you think she is to be foisted off on me, you are greatly mistaken, Miss
Minchin gasped. I have been robbed and cheated; I will turn her into the street!
If she had not been so furious, she would have been too discreet to say quite so much. She saw herself burdened with an extravagantly brought-up child whom she had always resented, and she lost all self-control.
Mr. Barrow undisturbedly moved toward the door.
I wouldnt do that, madam, he commented; it wouldnt look well. Unpleasant story to get about in connection with the establishment. Pupil bundled out penniless and without friends.
He was a clever business man, and he knew what he was saying. He also knew that Miss Minchin was a business woman, and would be shrewd enough to see the truth. She could not afford to do a thing which would make people speak of her as cruel and hard-hearted.
Better keep her and make use of her, he added. Shes a clever child, I believe. You can get a good deal out of her as she grows older.
I will get a good deal out of her before she grows older! exclaimed Miss Minchin.
I am sure you will, maam, said Mr. Barrow, with a little sinister smile. I am sure you will. Good morning!
He bowed himself out and closed the door, and it must be confessed that Miss Minchin stood for a few moments and glared at it. What he had said was quite true. She knew it. She had absolutely no redress. Her show pupil had melted into nothingness, leaving only a friendless, beggared little girl. Such money as she herself had advanced was lost and could not be regained.
And as she stood there breathless under her sense of injury, there fell upon her ears a burst of gay voices from her own sacred room, which had actually been given up to the feast. She could at least stop this.
But as she started toward the door it was opened by Miss Amelia, who, when she caught sight of the changed, angry face, fell back a step in alarm.
What is the matter, sister? she ejaculated.
Miss Minchins voice was almost fierce when she answered:
Where is Sara Crewe?
Miss Amelia was bewildered.
Sara! she stammered. Why, shes with the children in your room, of course.