"All?" she gasped. "O, Jasper! I thought you loved your work."
CHAPTER XXII.
MR KING AND POLLY.
"So I do love my work," cried Jasper in a glow, "but, Polly," and he sprang to his feet and walked away so that she couldn't see his face, "I thought that you were going to say something about yourself."
Then he turned around and faced her again.
"O, Jasper!" exclaimed Polly reproachfully, "what could I possibly have to say about myself! How can I think of anything when you are in trouble?"
"Forgive me, Polly," broke in Jasper eagerly, and he took her hand, "and don't worry about me; I mean, don't think that what you said to Grandpapa made any difference."
"But indeed it did, Jasper," declared Polly truthfully; "oh! I know it did, and I have done it all."
"Polly—Polly!" begged Jasper in great distress, "don't, dear!"
"And now you must give it all up and go into the law—oh! the horrid, hateful law; oh! what will you do, Jasper?" And she gazed up into his face pityingly.