Damaged Goods [31]
In addition to those wages we had promised you a good sum when you returned to your home. Now you tell us that you want to go away. You see? All at once. There must be some reason; let us understand it. There must certainly be a reason. Has anybody done anything to you?"
"No, sir," said the woman, dropping her eyes.
"Well, then?"
"I have thought it over."
George burst out, "Don't go on repeating always the same thing-- 'I have thought it over!' That's not telling us anything." Controlling himself, he added, gently, "Come, tell me why you want to go away?"
There was a silence. "Well?" he demanded.
"I tell you, I have thought--"
George exclaimed in despair, "It's as if one were talking to a block of wood!"
His mother took up the conversation again. "You must realize, you have not the right to go away."
The woman answered, "I WANT to go."
"But I will not let you leave us."
"No," interrupted George angrily, "let her go; we cannot fasten her here."
"Very well, then," cried the exasperated mother, "since you want to go, go! But I have certainly the right to say to you that you are as stupid as the animals on your farm!"
"I don't say that I am not," answered the woman.
"I will not pay you the month which has just begun, and you will pay your railroad fare for yourself."
The other drew back with a look of anger. "Oho!" she cried. "We'll see about that!"
"Yes, we'll see about it!" cried George. "And you will get out of here at once. Take yourself off--I will have no more to do with you. Good evening."
"No, George," protested his mother, "don't lose control of yourself." And then, with a great effort at calmness, "That cannot be serious, nurse! Answer me."
"I would rather go off right away to my home, and only have my five hundred francs."
"WHAT?" cried George, in consternation.
"What's that you are telling me?" exclaimed Madame Dupont.
"Five hundred francs?" repeated her son.
"What five hundred francs?" echoed the mother.
"The five hundred francs you promised me," said the nurse.
"We have promised you five hundred francs? WE?"
"Yes."
"When the child should be weaned, and if we should be satisfied with you! That was our promise."
"No. You said you would give them to me when I was leaving. Now I am leaving, and I want them."
Madame Dupont drew herself up, haughtily. "In the first place," she said, "kindly oblige me by speaking to me in another tone; do you understand?"
The woman answered, "You have nothing to do but give me my money, and I will say nothing more."
George went almost beside himself with rage at this. "Oh, it's like that?" he shouted. "Very well; I'll show you!" And he sprang to the door and opened it.
But the nurse never budged. "Give me my five hundred francs!" she said.
George seized her by the arm and shoved her toward the door. "You clear out of here, do you understand me? And as quickly as you can!"
The woman shook her arm loose, and sneered into his face. "Come now, you--you can talk to me a little more politely, eh?"
"Will you go?" shouted George, completely beside himself. "Will you go, or must I go out and look for a policeman?"
"A policeman!" demanded the woman. "For what?"
"To put you outside! You are behaving yourself like a thief."
"A thief? I? What do you mean?"
"I mean that you are demanding money which doesn't belong to you."
"More than that," broke in Madame Dupont, "you are destroying that poor little baby! You are a wicked woman!"
"I will put you out myself!" shouted George, and seized her by the arm again.
"Oh, it's like that, is it?" retorted the nurse. "Then you really want me to tell you why I am going away?"
"Yes, tell me!" cried he.
His mother added, "Yes, yes!"
She would have spoken differently had she chanced to look behind her and seen Henriette, who at that moment appeared in the doorway. She had been about to go out, when her attention had been caught by the loud voices. She stood now, amazed, clasping her hands together,
"No, sir," said the woman, dropping her eyes.
"Well, then?"
"I have thought it over."
George burst out, "Don't go on repeating always the same thing-- 'I have thought it over!' That's not telling us anything." Controlling himself, he added, gently, "Come, tell me why you want to go away?"
There was a silence. "Well?" he demanded.
"I tell you, I have thought--"
George exclaimed in despair, "It's as if one were talking to a block of wood!"
His mother took up the conversation again. "You must realize, you have not the right to go away."
The woman answered, "I WANT to go."
"But I will not let you leave us."
"No," interrupted George angrily, "let her go; we cannot fasten her here."
"Very well, then," cried the exasperated mother, "since you want to go, go! But I have certainly the right to say to you that you are as stupid as the animals on your farm!"
"I don't say that I am not," answered the woman.
"I will not pay you the month which has just begun, and you will pay your railroad fare for yourself."
The other drew back with a look of anger. "Oho!" she cried. "We'll see about that!"
"Yes, we'll see about it!" cried George. "And you will get out of here at once. Take yourself off--I will have no more to do with you. Good evening."
"No, George," protested his mother, "don't lose control of yourself." And then, with a great effort at calmness, "That cannot be serious, nurse! Answer me."
"I would rather go off right away to my home, and only have my five hundred francs."
"WHAT?" cried George, in consternation.
"What's that you are telling me?" exclaimed Madame Dupont.
"Five hundred francs?" repeated her son.
"What five hundred francs?" echoed the mother.
"The five hundred francs you promised me," said the nurse.
"We have promised you five hundred francs? WE?"
"Yes."
"When the child should be weaned, and if we should be satisfied with you! That was our promise."
"No. You said you would give them to me when I was leaving. Now I am leaving, and I want them."
Madame Dupont drew herself up, haughtily. "In the first place," she said, "kindly oblige me by speaking to me in another tone; do you understand?"
The woman answered, "You have nothing to do but give me my money, and I will say nothing more."
George went almost beside himself with rage at this. "Oh, it's like that?" he shouted. "Very well; I'll show you!" And he sprang to the door and opened it.
But the nurse never budged. "Give me my five hundred francs!" she said.
George seized her by the arm and shoved her toward the door. "You clear out of here, do you understand me? And as quickly as you can!"
The woman shook her arm loose, and sneered into his face. "Come now, you--you can talk to me a little more politely, eh?"
"Will you go?" shouted George, completely beside himself. "Will you go, or must I go out and look for a policeman?"
"A policeman!" demanded the woman. "For what?"
"To put you outside! You are behaving yourself like a thief."
"A thief? I? What do you mean?"
"I mean that you are demanding money which doesn't belong to you."
"More than that," broke in Madame Dupont, "you are destroying that poor little baby! You are a wicked woman!"
"I will put you out myself!" shouted George, and seized her by the arm again.
"Oh, it's like that, is it?" retorted the nurse. "Then you really want me to tell you why I am going away?"
"Yes, tell me!" cried he.
His mother added, "Yes, yes!"
She would have spoken differently had she chanced to look behind her and seen Henriette, who at that moment appeared in the doorway. She had been about to go out, when her attention had been caught by the loud voices. She stood now, amazed, clasping her hands together,