“Won't you go and see her, please?” he pleaded, patting his back, affectionately.
“What good will that do? Hand me a match, Harry.”
“Not with Kate! She isn't a child--she's a woman,” he echoed back between the puffs, his indignation again on the rise. “And she is different from the girls about here,” he added, tossing the burned match in the fire. “When she once makes up her mind it stays made up.”
“Don't let her make it up! Go and see her and tell her how I love her and how miserable I am. Tell her I'll never break another promise to her as long as I live. Nobody ever holds out against you. Please, Uncle George! I'll never come to you for anything else in the world if you'll help me this time. And I won't drink another drop of anything you don't want me to drink--I don't care what father or anybody else says. Oh, you've GOT to go to her!--I can't stand it any longer! Every time I think of Kate hidden away over there where I can't get at her, it drives me wild. I wouldn't ask you to go if I could go myself and talk it out with her--but she won't let me near her--I've tried, and tried; and Ben says she isn't at home, and knows he lies when he says it! You will go, won't you?”
The smoke from his uncle's pipe was coming freer now--most of it escaping up the throat of the chimney with a gentle swoop.
“When do you want me to go?” He had already surrendered. When had he ever held out when a love affair was to be patched up?
“No,--I'll go to-night,--she will be at home then,” he said at last, as if he had just made up his mind, the pipe having helped--“and do you come in about nine and--let me know when you are there, or--better still, wait in the hall until I come for you.”
“But couldn't I steal in while you are talking?”
“No--you do just as I tell you. Not a sound out of you, remember, until I call you.”
“But how am I to know? She might go out the other door and--”
“And you think it will be all right, don't you?” he pleaded. “You'll tell her what an awful time I've had, won't you, Uncle George?”
“And that I haven't slept a wink since--”
“Yes--and that you are going to drown yourself and blow your head off and swallow poison. Now off with you and let me think how I am to begin straightening out this idiotic mess. Nine o'clock, remember, and in the hall until I come for you.”