"Good-bye—and good luck!"
Jones saw her to the door, followed her out, followed her down to the street, where for a moment he detained her.
"Just a word, if you don't mind. You have been abominably treated and you seek no revenge. That is very fine. You have been abominably treated and you bear no malice. That is superior. You have been abominably treated and you accept it with a smile. That is alchemy. It is only a noble nature that can extract the beautiful from the base. Where do you live?"
At the change of key Cassy laughed but she told him. "Good-bye," she added. "My love to your cat."
She passed on into the sunset. The bundle seemed heavy now, but her heart was lighter. She had got it off, Lennox knew, presently a young woman would be informed and though she could not be expected to dance at the wedding, yet, after all——
The Park took her.
XXVI
When Cassy had gone, Jones went back to his rooms. He went absently, his mind not on her story, which was old as the Palisades, but on a situation, entirely new, which it had suggested.
"Nice girl," he remarked as he re-entered the workshop. "Suppose we go and have dinner."