Waffles beamed his acknowledgments. “That’s the answer,” he said eagerly; “there isn’t any answer.”
Barrington ceased to be vexed with his cigar and laughed coldly.
“You mustn’t mind my cousin. He’s a genial ass. Sometimes it takes him like that.—Let’s see, what were we discussing when we were interrupted?”
So there were two people with wounded feelings in that company. Ocky saw Jehane slip out of the room, and he followed. On the stairs she halted.
“Why are you following?”
“I’m not wanted. Confound their stupidity.”
“But why should you follow me?”
“Because you’re the same as I am. That’s why you left; you’re not at home here. Look how they behaved about Glory. I say, it’s our last evening together. Won’t you give me—”
But, ridiculous as it appeared to her, an almost maidenly fear took hold of her; she fled. He found her in the dark, at the top of the tall house; she was leaning over her child’s cot sobbing. He grew out of himself, stronger, better; against her will, he folded her to him.
“Won’t you give me your answer, darling?”