“Well, it’s cool here,” he said, walking toward her. 181
“Yes,” said Molly. “Come and sit down a minute.”
Theodore looked doubtfully at the house.
“I really ought to do some writing, but I’ll sit a while if you like. I passed Jordan on the way home.”
Molly nodded, and Theodore quizzed her with laughing eyes.
“Isn’t he coming pretty often?” he asked. “Jordan’s got prospects, Molly! If his niece isn’t found, you know, he’ll have a fortune.... Better set your cap for him.”
Molly blushed under his words, trying not to show her resentment. Was Theodore a perfect fool? Couldn’t he see she desired no one but himself, and him alone?
“Jordan doesn’t care for me that way,” she observed with dignity, “and I don’t care for him.”
Theodore flicked an ash from his cigar.
“I think you’re mistaken, Molly—I mean as far as he is concerned.”