Her intent gaze leaped from pupil to pupil of his smiling, earnest eyes. Her thoughts raced: there was Martin; he would say “No” of course; he wouldn’t consider letting her do this; he’d be furious, but Martin would have to be won over, and if not ... well then ... there was her mother and her own old room waiting for her in the apartment on Ninety-second Street!
“Well?” said Mr. Corey amused, at the glowing color in her face.
“Mrs. Corey?” Jeannette faltered.
“She’s in Germany and a very sick woman. It’s rheumatism, you know, and she’s been crippled a long time. I doubt anyhow if she’d care.”
Somewhere up above like pigeons fluttering forth from heaven’s dome came happiness winging down upon the girl.
“Oh, yes,—if you’ll have me,—indeed I’ll come back.... I’ll be there Monday morning! ... Oh, it will be wonderful!”
END OF BOOK II