“Well, wouldn’t you better let me do that?”
“It would be very nice,” she said, “but it can’t be done now. I couldn’t leave home. Papa would want to know all about where I was going. I wouldn’t know what to say.”
“Why couldn’t you pretend that you are going down to New York with Mrs. Bracebridge?” he suggested. “There couldn’t be any objection to that, could there?”
“Not if they didn’t find out,” she said, her eyes opening in amazement. “But if they should!”
“They won’t,” he replied calmly. “They’re not watching Mrs. Bracebridge’s affairs. Plenty of mistresses take their maids on long trips. Why not simply tell them you’re invited to go—have to go—and then go?”
“Do you think I could?” she inquired.
“Certainly,” he replied. “What is there peculiar about that?”
She thought it over, and the plan did seem feasible. Then she looked at this man and realized that relationship with him meant possible motherhood for her again. The tragedy of giving birth to a child—ah, she could not go through that a second time, at least under the same conditions. She could not bring herself to tell him about Vesta, but she must voice this insurmountable objection.
“I—” she said, formulating the first word of her sentence, and then stopping.
“Yes,” he said. “I—what?”
“I—” She paused again.
He loved her shy ways, her sweet, hesitating lips.
“What is it, Jennie?” he asked helpfully. “You’re so delicious. Can’t you tell me?”
Her hand was on the table. He reached over and laid his strong brown one on top of it.
“I couldn’t have a baby,” she said, finally, and looked down.
He gazed at her, and the charm of her frankness, her innate decency under conditions so anomalous, her simple unaffected recognition of the primal facts of life lifted her to a plane in his esteem which she had not occupied until that moment.
“You’re a great girl, Jennie,” he said. “You’re wonderful. But don’t worry about that. It can be arranged. You don’t need to have a child unless you want to, and I don’t want you to.”
He saw the question written in her wondering, shamed face.
“It’s so,” he said. “You believe me, don’t you? You think I know, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she faltered.
“Well, I do. But anyway, I wouldn’t let any trouble come to you. I’ll take you away. Besides, I don’t want any children. There wouldn’t be any satisfaction in that proposition for me at this time. I’d rather wait. But there won’t be—don’t worry.”
“Yes,” she said faintly. Not for worlds could she have met his eyes.
“Look here, Jennie,” he said, after a time. “You care for me, don’t you? You don’t think I’d sit here and plead with you if I didn’t care for you? I’m crazy about you, and that’s the literal truth. You’re like wine to me. I want you to come with me. I want you to do it quickly. I know how difficult this family business is, but you can arrange it. Come with me down to New York. We’ll work out something later. I’ll meet your family. We’ll pretend a courtship, anything you like—only come now.”
“You don’t mean right away, do you?” she asked, startled.
“Yes, to-morrow if possible. Monday sure. You can arrange it. Why, if Mrs. Bracebridge asked you you’d go fast enough, and no one would think anything about it. Isn’t that so?”
“Yes,” she admitted slowly.
“Well, then, why not now?”
“It’s always so much harder to work out a falsehood,” she replied thoughtfully.
“I know it, but you can come. Won’t you?”
“Won’t you wait a little while?” she pleaded. “It’s so very sudden. I’m afraid.”
“Not a day, sweet, that I can help. Can’t you see how I feel? Look in my eyes. Will you?”
“Yes,” she replied sorrowfully, and yet with a strange thrill of affection. “I will.”
CHAPTER XXIII
The business of arranging for this sudden departure was really not so difficult as it first appeared. Jennie proposed to tell her mother the whole truth, and there was nothing to say to her father except that she was going with Mrs. Bracebridge at the latter’s request. He might question her, but he really could not doubt Before going home that afternoon she accompanied Lester to a department store, where she was fitted out with a trunk, a suit-case, and a traveling suit and hat. Lester was very proud of his prize. “When we get to New York I am going to get you some real things,” he told her. “I am going to show you what you can be made to look like.” He had all the purchased articles packed in the trunk and sent to his hotel. Then he arranged to have Jennie come there and dress Monday for the trip which began in the afternoon.
When she came home Mrs. Gerhardt, who was in the kitchen, received her with her usual affectionate greeting. “Have you been working very hard?” she asked. “You look tired.”
“No,” she said, “I’m not tired. It isn’t that. I just don’t feel good.”
“What’s the trouble?”
“Oh, I have to tell you something, mamma. It’s so hard.” She paused, looking inquiringly at her mother, and then away.
“Why, what is it?” asked her mother nervously. So many things had happened in the past that she was always on the alert for some new calamity. “You haven’t lost your place, have you?”
“No,” replied Jennie, with an effort to maintain her mental poise, “but I’m going to leave it.”
“No!” exclaimed her mother. “Why?”
“I’m going to New York.”
Her mother’s eyes opened widely. “Why, when did you decide to do that?” she inquired.
“To-day.”
“You don’t mean it!”
“Yes, I do, mamma. Listen. I’ve got something I want to tell you. You know how poor we are. There isn’t any way we can make things come out right. I have found some one who wants to help us. He says he loves me, and he wants me to go to New York with him Monday. I’ve decided to go.”
“Oh, Jennie!” exclaimed her mother. “Surely not! You wouldn’t do anything like that after all that’s happened. Think of your father.”
“I’ve thought it all out,” went on Jennie, firmly. “It’s really for the best. He’s a good man. I know he is. He has lots of money. He wants me to go with him, and I’d better go. He will take a new house for us when we come back and help us to get along. No one will ever have me as a wife—you know that. It might as well be this way. He loves me. And I love him. Why shouldn’t I go?”
“Does he know about Vesta?” asked her mother cautiously.
“No,” said Jennie guiltily. “I thought I’d better not tell him about her. She oughtn’t to be brought into it if I can help it.”
“I’m afraid you’re storing up trouble for yourself, Jennie,” said her mother. “Don’t you think he is sure to find it out some time?”
“I thought maybe that she could be kept here,” suggested Jennie, “until she’s old enough to go to school. Then maybe I could send her somewhere.”
“She might,” assented her mother; “but don’t you think it would be better to tell him now? He won’t think any the worse of you.”
“It isn’t that. It’s her,” said Jennie passionately. “I don’t want her to be brought into it.”
Her mother shook her head. “Where did you meet him?” she inquired.
“At Mrs. Bracebridge’s.”
“How long ago?”
“Oh, it’s been almost two months now.”
“And you never said anything about him,” protested Mrs. Gerhardt reproachfully.
“I didn’t know that he cared for me this way,” said Jennie defensively.
“Why didn’t you wait and let him come out here first?” asked her mother. “It will make things so much easier. You can’t go and not have your father find out.”
“I thought I’d say I was going with Mrs. Bracebridge. Papa can’t object to my going with her.”
“No,” agreed her mother thoughtfully.
The two looked at each other in silence. Mrs. Gerhardt, with her imaginative nature, endeavored to formulate some picture of this new and wonderful personality that had come into Jennie’s life. He was wealthy; he wanted to take Jennie; he wanted to give them a good home. What a story!
“And he gave me this,” put in Jennie, who, with some instinctive psychic faculty, had been following her mother’s mood. She opened her dress at the neck, and took out the two hundred and fifty dollars; she placed the money in her mother’s hands.
The latter stared at it wide-eyed. Here was the relief for all her woes—food, clothes, rent, coal—all done up in one small package of green and yellow bills. If there were plenty of money in the house Gerhardt need not worry about his burned hands; George and Martha and Veronica could be clothed in comfort and made happy.