“Why?”
“Well, I don’t think it’s any place for an impressionable young girl like her.”
“She’s living with Jews, too, isn’t she?”
“Yes, but good people,” Theodore replied. “I want her to go away to school. I’d be willing to pay her expenses––”
Morse flung around upon him.
“Send her away to school? You?”
“Yes. Why not? Wouldn’t it be a good piece of charity work? She’s the most talented girl I ever saw.”
“And the prettiest,” Jordan cut in. 184
“By far the prettiest,” answered King without hesitation.
His voice was full of feeling, and Jordan Morse needed no more to tell him plainly that Theodore loved Jinnie Grandoken. A sudden chill clutched at his heart. If King ever took Jinnie under his protection, his own plans would count for nothing. He went home that night disgusted with himself for having stayed away from his home country so long, angry that Molly had not told him about the baby, and more than angry with Theodore King.