“Marion—darling—forgive me—I didn’t mean that.”
But I wouldn’t listen to him, and when at last he was out of my room, I locked and bolted the door upon him.
XXIII
I DID not sleep all of that night, and when the morning dawned I had made up my mind what to do.
I packed up all my things and then I went out to see Lu Frazer. I told her I was going to leave Montreal—that I wanted to go to the States—to Boston, where that artist had told papa I ought to study. I felt sure I would get work there, and could study besides. I borrowed twenty-five dollars from Lu, and promised to pay her back thirty-five within three months.
When I got back to my studio I found this letter from Reggie:
“Darling:
I know you will forgive your heartbroken Reggie, who was not himself last night. All shall be as it was between us, and I swear to you that never again will I say anything to my little girl that will hurt her feelings.
Your repentant,
Reggie.”