Bruce muttered as he went out. He did not know why Hunch refused to go, and Hunch was not sure that he knew himself.
All day Hunch alternated between a nervous buoyancy and a sense of depression. After supper he went to Bartlett's. Jess was watching at the window, and she hurried to open the door. He was wondering what to say, to show her that he was sorry for his unkindness, when she closed the door and flung her arms around his neck, and for a long time she cried on his shoulder. This was the end of their quarrel.
Finally, when they were in the parlor, Jess said, with lowered eyes: “Have you been down to Marne's, John?”
“No.” Hunch was embarrassed.
“I—I went over this afternoon.”
After a silence she went on. “Seems awful funny, don't it?”
Hunch nodded.
“She wants us to come down tonight. I didn't know whether you'd want to.”
“Sure.”
“She's awful proud about it. I—I can't get over thinking about it—about her and him. It's awfully little.”