“Do you think he will marry me?”
“I doubt it.”
“Don’t you think he loves me?”
“Lots of other women are in love with Mr. Paxton, too,” said Jane.
“You just say that to scare me!” cried Isabelle.
So the self-revelation of this young egotist went on and on until sleep laid a finger on her lips.
Long after she was silent the older woman lay awake, and thought about her, about the conditions in our world that produced her. She was so sorry for the child, even while she laughed at the memory of Jerry’s furious embarrassment, at the mercy of her jejune affections.
Jerry arrived early, and Jane and Isabelle parted like old friends.