Mary laughed suddenly.
"Then I'm a thousand," she said.
"What do you knuckle under for?" he asked.
She looked up at him slowly, and again something quick and hot stirred in him, from her dark, queer, humble, yet assured face.
"It's my way," she said, with an odd smile.
"Funny way to have," he replied, and suddenly he was embarrassed. And he thought of Monica's dare-devil way.
He felt embarrassed.
"I must have my own way," said Mary, with another odd, beseeching, and yet darkly confident smile.
"Yourself is God," thought Jack.—But he said nothing, because he felt uncomfortable.
And Mary went away with the tray and the light, and he was glad when she was gone.