“I must see you.”
Before she could reply her partner, who had lost his temper, seized her and made her finish the dance, and when it was over he marched her back to Calthrop’s party, and he never left her side again.
Mendel returned to Logan and Oliver, to find them impatient to go. The end of an evening always found them in this impatient mood.
“It all bears out what I say,” said Logan. “All this night-club business. People have to go mad in London before they can taste life at all.”
“Do you mind if I come home and sleep on your sofa?” asked Mendel. “I can’t face my studio to-night.”
“Why don’t you take Jessie home with you?” said Logan; “I’m sure she’d like to.”
Mendel winced, and Jessie’s lips began to tremble. She was still suffering from the sudden end to her happiness. She looked at him, almost hoping that he was going to make reparation to her.
“You know I can’t,” he said; “I live in my brother’s house and he is a respectable married man.”
He knew he was in for a terrible night of reaction and desperate blind emotion; at the same time he did not wish to hurt Jessie more than he had done.