“Yes; I would not let you do otherwise. Then you must go to Senator Bicknell and tell him all.”
“Do you think I should? Do you think I could?”
“Oh, yes. He must know it some time. He must know why you decline this scheme he has arranged to benefit you. You must go to him early to-morrow morning.”
Crane looked at his watch.
“It is half-past twelve—he always sits up until two or three o’clock in the morning.”
“Then go now.”
“He will think my repentance a mere emotion—he will believe that my character was shown in my agreement with Sanders.”
“No matter.”
“Yes, no matter.”
Annette gave him his coat and hat and gloves. He turned to kiss her, and instinctively he removed his hat with a respect that approached reverence. This pretty pebble which he had so lightly regarded had proved to be a jewel of great price.