She had no idea of letting Rena lose this lovely home, and her arguments were so strong and persuasive that Rena finally yielded so far as to say she would think about it, and to ask where Mr. Travers was.
“In the city, at the same hotel as you, waiting to see you,” Tom told her.
“Oh, I can’t do that, as I must tell him I cannot take the house,” Rena said, but when on their return to the city they passed the flat and Tom asked:
“Would you like to look at it again, or furniture for it?” she answered quietly:
“No, drive on, I am tired.”
After lunch Tom said to her: “Will you see Rex? He has a private parlor, and is in there.”
“Oh, no!” Rena cried, turning very white and beginning to tremble.
“But you must. Don’t be foolish,” her aunt persisted.
“Then Tom must go with me,” Rena said.
“No,” he answered. “It is better for you to see him alone. I’ll go as far as the door. Come on, and have it over. He will not hurt you.”