“I hope you are wrong in that impression. I should be very sorry to have justified it. I think I have not. For the future there is no apprehension. It is all over.”
“I am much relieved to hear it,” said Bella. “I have far other views in life, and why should you waste your own?”
“Mine!” said the Secretary. “My life!”
His curious tone caused Bella to glance at the curious smile with which he said it. It was gone as he glanced back. “Pardon me, Miss Wilfer,” he proceeded, when their eyes met; “you have used some hard words, for which I do not doubt you have a justification in your mind, that I do not understand. Ungenerous and dishonorable. In what?”
“I would rather not be asked,” said Bella, haughtily looking down.
“I would rather not ask, but the question is imposed upon me. Kindly explain; or if not kindly, justly.”
“Oh, sir!” said Bella, raising her eyes to his, after a little struggle to forbear, “is it generous and honorable to use the power here which your favor with Mr and Mrs Boffin and your ability in your place give you, against me?”
“Against you?”
“Is it generous and honorable to form a plan for gradually bringing their influence to bear upon a suit which I have shown you that I do not like, and which I tell you that I utterly reject?”
The late John Harmon could have borne a good deal, but he would have been cut to the heart by such a suspicion as this.
“Would it be generous and honorable to step into your place — if you did so, for I don’t know that you did, and I hope you did not — anticipating, or knowing beforehand, that I should come here, and designing to take me at this disadvantage?”
“This mean and cruel disadvantage,” said the Secretary.
“Yes,” assented Bella.
The Secretary kept silence for a little while; then merely said, “You are wholly mistaken, Miss Wilfer; wonderfully mistaken. I cannot say, however, that it is your fault. If I deserve better things of you, you do not know it.”
“At least, sir,” retorted Bella, with her old indignation rising, “you know the history of my being here at all. I have heard Mr Boffin say that you are master of every line and word of that will, as you are master of all his affairs. And was it not enough that I should have been willed away, like a horse, or a dog, or a bird; but must you too begin to dispose of me in your mind, and speculate in me, as soon as I had ceased to be the talk and the laugh of the town? Am I for ever to be made the property of strangers?”
“Believe me,” returned the Secretary, “you are wonderfully mistaken.”
“I should be glad to know it,” answered Bella.
“I doubt if you ever will. Good-night. Of course I shall be careful to conceal any traces of this interview from Mr and Mrs Boffin, as long as I remain here. Trust me, what you have complained of is at an end for ever.”