“Shall I go now?” he whispered after a pause, drawing her close to him.
“Do as you wish,” she said quietly.
“You know what I wish. What do you wish—most?”
“I don’t know what I want.” She burst into tears.
“Oh, Jenny darling.” He kissed her softly time after time. When she recovered herself he took her hand: “I am going now. Sleep well, dear; you are tired. You must not be cross with me.”
“Say good-night nicely to me,” she said, clinging to him.
“Good-night, my sweet, beloved Jenny.” He left, and she fell to crying again.
VI
“These are the things I wanted you to see,” said Gert Gram, rising. He had been on his knees, looking for something on the lower shelf of his safe.