<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XXVIII" id="CHAPTER_XXVIII"></SPAN>CHAPTER XXVIII</h2>
<h3>A MYSTERIOUS STRANGER</h3>
<p>If I had been in Mattia's place, I should perhaps have had as much
imagination as he, but I felt in my position that it was wrong for me to
have such thoughts. It had been proved beyond a doubt that Mr. Driscoll
was my father. I could not look at the matter from the same point of
view as Mattia. He might doubt ... but I must not. When he tried to make
me believe as he did, I told him to be silent. But he was pig-headed and
I was not always able to get the better of his obstinacy.</p>
<p>"Why are you dark and all the rest of the family fair?" he would ask
repeatedly.</p>
<p>"How was it that poor people could dress their baby in fine laces and
embroidery?" was another often repeated question. And I could only reply
by putting a question myself.</p>
<p>"Why did they search for me if I was not their child? Why had they given
money to Barberin and to Greth and Galley?"</p>
<p>Mattia could find no answer to my question and yet he would not be
convinced.</p>
<p>"I think we should both go back to France," he urged.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[Pg 331]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"That's impossible."</p>
<p>"Because it's your duty to keep with your family, eh? But is it your
family?"</p>
<p>These discussions only had one result, they made me more unhappy than I
had ever been. How terrible it is to doubt. Yet, in spite of my wish not
to doubt, I doubted. Who would have thought when I was crying so sadly
because I thought I had no family that I should be in such despair now
that I had one. How could I know the truth? In the meantime I had to
sing and dance and laugh and make grimaces when my heart was full.</p>
<p>One Sunday my father told me to stay in the house because he wanted me.
He sent Mattia off alone. All the others had gone out; my grandfather
alone was upstairs. I had been with my father for about an hour when
there was a knock at the door. A gentleman, who was unlike any of the
men who usually called on my father, came in. He was about fifty years
old and dressed in the height of fashion. He had white pointed teeth
like a dog and when he smiled he drew his lips back over them as though
he was going to bite. He spoke to my father in English, turning
continually to look at me. Then he began to talk French; he spoke this
language with scarcely an accent.</p>
<p>"This is the young boy that you spoke to me about?" he said. "He appears
very well."</p>
<p>"Answer the gentleman," said my father to me.</p>
<p>"Yes, I am quite well," I replied, surprised.</p>
<p>"You have never been ill?"</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[Pg 332]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"I had pneumonia once."</p>
<p>"Ah, when was that?"</p>
<p>"Three years ago. I slept out in the cold all night. My master, who was
with me, was frozen to death, and I got pneumonia."</p>
<p>"Haven't you felt any effects of this illness since?"</p>
<p>"No."</p>
<p>"No fatigue, no perspiration at night?"</p>
<p>"No. When I'm tired it's because I have walked a lot, but I don't get
ill."</p>
<p>He came over to me and felt my arms, then put his head on my heart, then
at my back and on my chest, telling me to take deep breaths. He also
told me to cough. That done he looked at me for a long time. It was then
that I thought he wanted to bite me, his teeth gleamed in such a
terrible smile. A few moments later he left the house with my father.</p>
<p>What did it mean? Did he want to take me in his employ? I should have to
leave Mattia and Capi. No, I wouldn't be a servant to anybody, much less
this man whom I disliked already.</p>
<p>My father returned and told me I could go out if I wished. I went into
the caravan. What was my surprise to find Mattia there. He put his
finger to his lips.</p>
<p>"Go and open the stable door," he whispered, "I'll go out softly behind
you. They mustn't know that I was here."</p>
<p>I was mystified but I did as he asked.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[Pg 333]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Do you know who that man was who was with your father?" he asked
excitedly when we were in the street. "It was Mr. James Milligan, your
friend's uncle."</p>
<p>I stood staring at him in the middle of the pavement. He took me by the
arm and dragged me on.</p>
<p>"I was not going out all alone," he continued, "so I went in there to
sleep, but I didn't sleep. Your father and a gentleman came into the
stable and I heard all they said; at first I didn't try to listen but
afterward I did.</p>
<p>"'Solid as a rock,' said the gentleman; 'nine out of ten would have
died, but he pulled through with pneumonia.'</p>
<p>"'How is your nephew?' asked your father.</p>
<p>"'Better. Three months ago the doctors again gave him up, but his mother
saved him once more. Oh, she's a marvelous mother, is Mrs. Milligan.'</p>
<p>"You can imagine when I heard this name if I did not glue my ears to the
window.</p>
<p>"'Then if your nephew is better,' continued your father, 'all you've
done is useless.'</p>
<p>"'For the moment, perhaps,' replied the other, 'but I don't say that
Arthur is going to live; it would be a miracle if he did, and I am not
afraid of miracles. The day he dies the only heir to that estate will be
myself.'</p>
<p>"'Don't worry; I'll see to that,' said Driscoll.</p>
<p>"'Yes, I count on you,' replied Mr. Milligan."</p>
<p>My first thought was to question my father, but it was not wise to let
them know that they had been<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[Pg 334]</SPAN></span> overheard. As Mr. Milligan had business
with my father he would probably come to the house again, and the next
time, Mattia, whom he did not know, could follow him.</p>
<p>A few days later Mattia met a friend of his, Bob, the Englishman, whom
he had known at the Gassot Circus. I could see by the way he greeted
Mattia that he was very fond of him. He at once took a liking to Capi
and myself. From that day we had a strong friend, who, by his experience
and advice, was of great help to us in time of trouble.</p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[Pg 335]</SPAN></span></p>
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