"Then we ought to go right over and inform them at once!" said Mrs. Towles.
"Just what we should do," agreed the other.
And so it happened that the Reverend learned that Jean Baptiste was in the city; but for once he was not excited. Somehow, he hoped that Jean would meet Orlean, and he knew then that she had gone out for that purpose. He knew that she was supposed to go to a matinée, and he realized from previous statements, that Mrs. Merley was the "go between."
So he took no part in the gossip that followed, nor did he for once sigh in self pity.
Perhaps after all he had decided not to interfere.
CHAPTER XV
"LOVE YOU—GOD, I HATE YOU!"
THE PLAY they witnessed that afternoon was an emotional play, and in a degree it sufficed to arouse the emotion in all three. The meeting between Orlean and her husband had been without excitement. As if she had been expecting him, she welcomed him, and they had proceeded directly to a play at the Studebaker Theater downtown.
When they were again in the street, they went to another theater where they purchased tickets to witness Robert Mantell in Richelieu. And, later, taking a surface car on State Street, proceeded to a restaurant near Thirty-first Street where they had supper, after which they retired to the home of Mrs. Merley.