It rained at times, until whole days were lost, for it was too wet to enter nice homes. She stayed in her room at these times, and talked with Mrs. Jacques as little as possible, although she longed to do so very much. She was glad to see, as the time went on, that the two were devoted to each other. Dr. Jacques was a good man, and was even a better husband.
"Some day," she sighed, "maybe I'll be like that." She pondered now for some time.
Mildred had reached no decision, as yet, in regard to her plans. She was nervous, at times, on the street, fearing she might meet Sidney. She worked hard to occupy herself, and thus it went along, until she had gotten her work well under way.
"Have you ever been up in the Perier building?" a lawyer, who purchased a book, inquired of her.
"No, sir, I have not. Where is that, and are there colored people about it?" she said.
"Yes, ma'am. It is a building occupied and owned by Negroes. There are a great many people located in it who would buy the book, I am sure," he informed her. "I would advise you to go."
"I thank you ever so much, indeed," she cried gratefully. "I shall go there tomorrow."
The next day was a beautiful one; the air was fragrant with the perfume of roses, and the birds sang, seemingly, everywhere.
"A storm of some proportion will reach this place before night," said Dr. Jacques. "A day that begins as this one, always ends that way!"
"My husband is a weather prognosticator," commented his wife, humorously. Mildred smiled knowingly from across the table.